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in a ship of glass - ch 2

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the second chapter of scott's prequel for my empires superpowers au! many apologies for the next chapter of poisoned rats not being out today, i am stuck on it and want to work a bit longer.

cw: brief violence/blood, mentioned past life in a cult

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Scott’s nineteen, and he’s just been accepted to Empires City University.

Aeor cheers, pours himself a glass of champagne and pours Scott some sparkling cider. They toast, and Scott’s so excited that both glasses freeze.

He goes to apologize, but Aeor waves him off.

“No need, Scott,” he says genially. “It’ll melt, and be better for it.”

Scott looks at the acceptance letter again just to feel that flip of his heart, grins. Then a thought hits him.

“Aeor, I’m—I’m going to be away at school, in a dorm. What if. . . .” he trails off, not sure if he wants to finish his sentence. He still has bad days, days where he can’t help but feel he shouldn’t exist. Part of him wants to have those days, screams that those are a sign from God, that he needs to do what he needs to do and rid this world of another devil. 

He ought to tell someone about those thoughts in particular, but . . . he’s afraid. He’s afraid that if he shares, Aeor will think he’s not well enough to go to school. But that terrible part of him also doesn’t want to warn Aeor, doesn’t want him to ruin everything again.

Scott shakes himself. He’s passive. He’s passive, not active, and if he ever becomes active again, he’s got a support system and a plan in place. Besides, his therapist thinks school will be good for him.

“It’s hardly ‘away’, ECU,” Aeor says gently, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “A two hour drive or a twenty minute flight. And you can always call. As long as I’m not fighting crime, I’ll always pick up.”

Scott clenches his fists, then closes his eyes and runs through a breathing exercise—in for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Empires City University. He’s excited. He genuinely is—he’d managed to transfer his credits from those two semesters at Milford, so freshman year’s out of the way and he can hone in on a major.

ECU has an insane amount of options to choose from. He’s not sure what he wants his major to be quite yet—before, he’d always planned on ministry but he just can’t stand the idea of that now. Maybe computer science, or music, or chemistry! No, not chemistry, he’s too volatile for that. He can't imagine what would happen if he spontaneously froze some fluid that should under no circumstances be frozen.

He wants to ask Aeor if he ever went to college, and if so, what he majored in. The question that bursts out of his mouth, though, is, “Can I dye my hair?”

Aeor chuckles. “You don’t need to ask me permission, Scott. But of course you can.”

“Red,” Scott says instantly. “Natural red. My hair’s pretty much blond at this point, anyway. It won’t be hard. And I’ll buy the dye, too, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I’ll handle the dye, it’s not a problem,” Aeor tells him. He runs a hand through his own hair. “I’ve been thinking of covering the grey myself. What say you to green?”

Scott snorts in spite of himself. “Please no. How about a highlighter shade of yellow? That neon look.”

Aeor laughs as well, takes the acceptance letter from Scott and sticks it to the fridge, right next to both the ECU magnet they’d received in the mail and Scott’s antidepressant prescription. He ought to draw something to be pinned on the fridge, like a child bringing home a school project. Anything to make it less depressing.

“Maybe I’ll be an art major,” he murmurs as the thought occurs. He’s always liked drawing, and painting even more. Aeor smiles, opens the fridge.

“What are you feeling for dinner?”

Scott almost answers with what he usually does—whatever you want, it doesn’t matter to me, etc. But for the first time in a long time, he wants to celebrate.

“Can we . . . maybe, er. Have breakfast for dinner? Like, bacon, and eggs, and all that?” Before he’s even finished speaking, Aeor has pulled the eggs out of the fridge.

“Pancakes or biscuits?”

Scott thinks for a moment. “Pancakes.”

Aeor reaches up onto the kitchen shelf, pulls down a cookbook. “There’s a breakfast food section, find the pancake recipe you like and get to work,” he says. “Just pull your hair back and wash your hands first.”

Maybe he can be a culinary major. He likes cooking, has liked it ever since Aeor introduced it as a way to keep his hands occupied.

Scott cries over dinner, of course. The bacon isn’t quite as crisp as his dad makes it, but the differences only serve to remind him that he’s not welcome at home and never will be. His parents probably wish him as dead as he sometimes wishes himself.

Maybe he can major in psychology. Become a therapist, help others like him.

Despite the tears, for the first time in a long time, Scott feels like his world is full of opportunity.

-

Scott’s just turned twenty, and he’s an architecture major. He’s not sure what he’s going to do with it, but he remembers the book of unusual building designs from the Milford public library, and he remembers the moment of awe he’d had staring up at the skyscrapers and how he’d almost put off his plans just to look at the buildings.

It’s a lot more math classes than he cares for, but the design classes are right up his alley and he goes home one weekend after a big design project exhausted but pleased. Aeor hugs him and offers to celebrate, and the powers that Scott’s been working on taming with Aeor prove useful, for once, as he drops ice cubes in both of their drinks.

Scott’s also just having a good time at school. At his therapist’s recommendation, he attends an ex-cult activity group (he’d been surprised one even existed, but the school’s big enough for a jousting club so why not). It helps immensely—he still has problems accepting that he was raised in a cult, but finding others with similar (and in one case, the exact same) experiences is so comforting. They develop into one of his main friend groups, all there to push each other when the world feels forbidden.

He also bonds with his roommate Jack (who is always up at insane hours of the morning doing computer science stuff), and Scott often finds himself hanging out in Jack’s circle. The tech majors are loud and nerdy, but sometimes that’s just what Scott needs, and he genuinely enjoys it.

He works in the theatre department, as the assistant student set designer. It’s good, hard work, and the woodworking professor doesn’t mind that sometimes when Scott’s excited or anxious or hits his thumb with a hammer ice explodes out of him. She never asks questions, just takes it in stride and sits him down and gets him a cup of coffee.

Most important to him, though, is his boyfriend.

Being queer was as taboo as being powered back home, and maybe it’s the liberalism of college or just the newfound freedom, but Scott buys four different pride flags within his first semester, cycling through bi and ace and pan only to settle, eventually, on gay. As soon as he decides that, he asks out Marcus from his ex-cult group of friends and the rest is history.

Marcus is funny and fiery and jaw-droppingly hot, and within a week of their first kiss Jack is voluntarily leaving the two of them alone in the room with a call of “Use protection!” thrown over his shoulder, as Scott laughs and locks the door and dims the lights.

It’s so freeing to have this control over himself and his body, and there are days when he thinks about calling his therapist and lowering his Paxil dose because for the first time since before that first day in the library purchasing a HiSET ticket, Scott feels overwhelmingly happy.

He never does—Aeor had advised him a year ago to track his moods daily and find the weekly average, and there’s still too many panic attacks and days of just going through the motions, brain fogged, that he can’t justify reducing his antidepressants. He doesn’t want to be suicidal again—he’s far too busy.

But otherwise, college is just as good for him as his therapist thought it would be. He’s passionate about his work, has made more friends than he could ever imagine having, and is dating a man he loves.

Everything is as perfect as it can be.

Until it isn’t.

Marcus has been working on a project for a while now. He's majoring in chemistry, so Scott spends a lot of late evenings reading chem books in the mini library outside the lab, waiting on his boyfriend to be done doing whatever. Marcus is a senior and a TA, which grants him special access to the labs. Scott doesn’t initially question the amount of time he spends there, nor the strange hours. He does begin to question, however, the failing grades that Marcus begins to receive, the anger (that’s always been there, that Scott loves because it makes him so passionate) that’s closer to the surface—and the thing that really tips him over the edge is when, while waiting outside Marcus’s dorm building one night for a date they’d planned, he sees a dark shape fly overhead and circle down onto the roof. When Marcus lets him in, his hair is windswept and the small of his back is sweaty.

After that Scott pays closer attention. He finds a red mask in Marcus’s closet on top of a shoebox, a shoebox that has a green supersuit folded neatly within it. He finds strange lists of locations in Marcus’s notebook, most of which (when he looks them up) appear to be government buildings. He watches through the glass windows at the lab, checks again and again against the books he’s become quite familiar with and comes to the inevitable conclusion that Marcus is building chemical bombs.

He’s not sure what to do at first. He spends a day or two trying to act like everything is normal, but he can’t help but think of what Marcus is doing behind the scenes and that tends to kill the mood a little bit when they make out.

Then he comes to an interesting thought: what if he just . . . goes with it? 

He doesn’t really advertise that he’s powered, and Marcus has merely observed that Scott's hands are always cold and hasn’t noticed anything else. If Marcus is shaping up to be a supervillain (and it’s becoming clearer every day), maybe it’s time to reveal to him his own super-tendencies. Scott thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind being the boyfriend (or even accomplice) of a supervillain. It’s a heck of a way to rebel, what with Aeor being the primary protector of the city and practically his guardian. With Marcus’s flight powers and his ice powers, they might be unstoppable. 

He’s very passionate with Marcus after that conclusion, because evil mastermind looks good on Marcus and it’s so very hot that Scott just can’t resist him. It’s taboo, it’s thrilling, and he can’t get enough of it.

Then Marcus comes home with blood on his shoes, the night that Scott had been planning on telling him that he knows everything and is with him to the end. And Scott doesn’t know whose it is, but making out on Marcus’s bed that night turns into more and when they lie in bed after, Marcus snoring lightly with his arm over Scott’s chest, Scott stares at the shoes and wonders who it belongs to. He doesn’t tell Marcus anything.

Then the next day on the news, there's a report of a woman who was murdered by her boyfriend and Scott’s suddenly so very scared because his boyfriend is capable of murder and has plans to commit mass murder and likely has murdered already.

He doesn’t want to tell Aeor. He’s embarrassed—both of the fact that he’s dating a man (he’s pretty sure Aeor’s not homophobic, but he hasn’t asked) and of the fact that he’d been willing to be a supervillain if it meant he could stay with his college boyfriend.

He can take care of this himself.

Scott sneaks into the theatre costume shop after hours—he’s got a key to the building, so it’s not really against the rules or anything, but it’s probably something he shouldn’t do so he makes sure to avoid both security cameras. From there he gets a black leotard along with a blue hooded cloak and a similarly medieval-looking silver top (he thinks it’s left over from last year’s production of Something Rotten). These he takes back to his dorm, where he already has black leggings, a dark blue mask that will cover most of his face, and a beanie to cover his hair.

Then he waits. He tracks Marcus's progress, keeps an eye on the news, practices his ice powers in secret whenever possible. Jack doesn’t ask questions when Scott asks if he knows what radio station is the police airwave, which, after a quick google search, Jack shoots the link to him in an email. There he hears definite mentions of Marcus, who has apparently named himself Kelvin (which is just about the lamest villain name Scott has ever heard. You have your pick of anything to strike fear into the hearts of your enemy, and you pick Kelvin? Science majors) and has three confirmed kills, two of them politicians and one an unconnected bystander.

Scott’s not picked up nothing working in the theatre, and he thinks he deserves an Oscar for his performance as the role of Marcus’s boyfriend, because to all outsiders apart from Jack, nothing has changed about their relationship. His friends still roll their eyes and pretend to vomit when Scott cuddles into Marcus during study sessions, he still gets catcalled by the guys when he impulsively leans up to kiss his partner, still gets the girls cooing at him about how cute they are when Scott gushes about his partner.

Nobody knows that he’s building a secret superhero identity.

He decides to call himself Major, for several reasons. For one thing, Major had been the last name alias he’d put on his Milford library card (at the time meaning Major Sin, a phrase popular in his church). The hospital Aeor had taken him to when he’d found him unconscious that fateful night had been Major Upper Empires Medical Center. But mostly, he becomes Major because it’s the name scribbled on a piece of peeling painter’s tape stuck on the tag of the cloak.

He’s almost too late to stop Marcus the first time. He manages to catch wind of a possible Kelvin situation at a political office building over the police airwaves, and he skips out on class to run to his dorm and shrug on the costume he’s built. Then he texts Jack that he’s taking Jack’s car and takes off, off toward the sound of sirens and in the direction of news trucks.

Sure enough, Marcus is there. Scott hops out of the car two streets down and books it for the incident, feeling his face heat as various members of the crowd gasp and point at him.

The fight is long, longer than he’d hoped it would be. Marcus is good at flying, has clearly had practice at dodging, and none of the ice spikes he throws hit their mark. Scott’s not got experience, not really, and he’s starting to wear out quickly and Marcus is laughing at him but with that irritated tone that tells Scott he’s having a bad day and even though he’s fairly sure he’s fallen out of love with him, he just wants to comfort him and pepper kisses all over his face until they’re both giggling.

He’s emotionally compromised, but he’s the only person who knows Marcus’s weaknesses. One can imagine the problems that creates.

The fight ends in a standstill, Kelvin knocking Scott to the ground before flying off and Scott slipping into the shadows before he has to answer any questions about his identity. That night he winces when Marcus’s fingers accidentally press against a bruise he’d unknowingly caused.

Two days later they have another fight that ends the same way, and news stations have begun to refer to him as the Mute Marauder and he just won’t stand for that, so he creates a Facebook page for himself under the name Major and reaches out to several news outlets anonymously to let them know his name and mission—to defend Empires City from the threat of Kelvin.

The next day is another fight and another standstill, and Scott’s watching the news footage over Jack's shoulder with an ice pack pressed to his lip when Jack turns around, meets his eyes with a serious gaze.

“Dude, you don’t have to tell me anything,” he says, “but you need to stop pulling your punches. It’s pathetic. Put that guy in prison or the hospital, whichever comes first.”

And. Well. What else can Scott do after that?

Their fight on Thursday of the next week is their last one.

Scott, as Jack recommended, does not pull any punches. He’s not sure how he manages it, but he shoots ice from in front and below Kelvin at the same time, crystallizing the ice around his leg in the spike coming up from below when he dodges the one in front of him. From there, Scott pulls him down to the ground, strides toward him with ice gathering in his fist, pulls him up by the collar (he thinks of all the times he’s kissed those lips, all the times he’s unbuttoned his shirt, all the times he’s laughed at the gleam in those eyes), and smashes his fist into Marcus’s jaw.

Kelvin’s eyes roll up into his head as he slumps, the only thing holding him up the encroaching ice on his back. Scott shakes out his wrist and shakes off the ice, watching it fall in crystals on the ground.

The cops load up the unconscious Marcus and promise that they won’t treat him badly when Scott asks. Then he’s crowded by press members and he’s forced to answer a few questions—mainly his name, how he knew Kelvin, and what he’s going to do next.

“You can call me Major,” he says, more than a little unsure of himself. “I knew Kelvin years ago and heard about him on the news. I don’t know if I’ll continue fighting crime, I’m a busy man. I won’t be taking more questions.”

Then he goes home, curls up in bed and cries his heart out.

Jack comes in at some point when he’s still huddled under the blankets, stands awkwardly in the middle of the room for a moment.

“They announced his identity,” Jack says, quietly, as if he’s not sure if Scott’s awake or not. “So. I’m sorry, bro. There’ll be a lot of people asking if you knew or whatever. So if you wanted to hang out here for the rest of today and tomorrow, I can bring you food.”

Scott sighs, pulls the blanket down. He knows he must look pretty bad from Jack’s wince. “Thanks. I think I need a day off, honestly. Might ask my da—er, my guardian to come pick me up and just come back next week. Take a long weekend.”

Jack nods a bit too vigorously. “Sounds like a plan. I get the room to myself for the next three days, you get some time away from all this. Sounds great. Especially the having-the-room-to-myself part.”

“Jack.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t touch my side of the room.”

-

Scott’s twenty-one, and he’s somehow become a superhero.

He didn’t ask for this. He really just wanted to keep up with his education, hone his powers so that they don’t burst out of him randomly, maybe settle down with someone and have a kid.

Now, however, he’s attending class during the day and patrolling the city in the evenings with Aeor—as long as he doesn’t have homework. When he’s got to study, he turns on the police radio airwave in the background and responds when there’s an emergency.

His costume’s his own now, rather than made up of pieces stolen from the theatre. His hooded cloak is midnight blue, his bodysuit a lighter shade, a golden ‘M’ embossed on the chest in curling script. His mask is gold as well, as are his tennis shoes.

Aeor had been more than willing to train him in fighting crime, rather than just teach him to control his powers. Now he’s learning how to use his ice in combat, how to channel that energy into a fighting force rather than his usual passive outbursts. He also learns some fun tricks—he can shoot ice from his toes, if he really tries. He can also breathe out ice shards (or more commonly, breathe freezing fog). He wants to get to a place where he can ice skate or slide down a sidewalk by projecting ice ahead of himself while destroying what he leaves behind. It sounds fun, but every time he tries he’s knocked onto his butt.

It still gets out of control sometimes—one morning he wakes up with his eyes iced over and he panics for a solid three minutes trying to open his eyes while Jack laughs at him.

“Oh, sure, because you’re completely immune to ice,” Scott shoots at him when he can finally see, ice forming around his hand in an impressive imitation of brass knuckles. He raises his hand threateningly. “You want a taste of it yourself?”

Jack’s still laughing when he apologizes, but Scott starts laughing too and it’s all okay.

Scott isn’t quite able to justify his degree, anymore. He’s in his second-to-last semester (the architecture program usually takes a little longer than he’s done it in, what with the summer classes he took to keep himself occupied) and he doesn’t even pretend that he’s going to be an architect. The public already loves him, is already accustomed to seeing him traveling around the city with Aeor the Protector. Scott’s going to be a superhero.

-

Scott’s twenty-two and he’s graduating.

For a brief moment, he considers mailing his graduation announcement to his parents. He talks about it with his therapist, and together they deem it to not be a good idea. For one thing, he’s not sure of his own motivation. Is he sending it to brag that he’s fine without them? Is he sending it as one final attempt at validation? Whatever his intentions, sending a letter will do nothing. They’ll likely just throw it away.

His therapist recommends that, if he genuinely feels he needs closure and he thinks it would be safe, he can go visit them in person. Scott doesn’t like that idea, not yet. It’s still too early.

He doesn’t need them, anyway. He’s got Aeor. Aeor, who taught him to drive and helped him apply for college. Aeor, who helped him learn how to control his ice powers and use them healthily instead of repressing them. Aeor, who picks him up from school on bad weekends and refills his antidepressants prescription and buys Scott’s favorite candy on occasion and teared up when Scott tried on his cap and gown and saved him.

Aeor’s the only parent that Scott needs.

And when Scott walks across the stage to receive his diploma, his freshly-cut red hair tucked neatly beneath his graduation cap, Aeor whoops and takes a picture and Scott can’t help the tears that build in his eyes.

He’d never thought he would make it here. He’s twenty-two, and he’s got friends and family and a degree and a job, and he’s happier than he’s ever been. Jack flips him off from the crowd. Scott laughs right as his picture is taken.

Three weeks later, that photo is taped on the fridge in Scott’s new townhouse, right next to his antidepressants prescription and a newspaper clipping featuring a photo of Scott and Aeor in costume beside each other, the headline reading ‘AEOR ENDORSES POSSIBLE NEW PROTECTOR, MAJOR.’

Aeor hugs him hard when they move the last of Scott’s boxes into the house and whispers in his ear, “I’m so very proud of you.”

Everything is looking up for Scott.

[youaresimplylovely]

could you watch my boyfriend for a sec .ᐟ - cl 16

The warm crisp air breezed through your whole body, you loved staying at the backyard whenever Charles was occupied with something then suddenly an idea popped into your mind. Recently, the trend of "could you watch my boyfriend/husband/partner for a sec" and what perfect person to do this to other than your boyfriend Charles.

You were unique and outstanding, Charles loved that for you which is why instead of a video recording you did an instagram live. Once you started the live, lots of people joined the live and the comments flushed as well. You quickly head back inside the house, a smile creeps up into your face as you see Charles busy doing something in the dining table.

Hastily, you run behind his back and stood your phone on the glass of water that was in front of Charles. "could you watch my boyfriend for a sec" You giggle as you immediately leave and hide somewhere.

"Wha- I-" Charles stuttered, he was stunned by the sudden action. A soft laugh comes out of his face when he sees the Instagram live in front of him. "Well hello beautiful people." He smiles softly, eyes fixated on the oranges he was peeling for you.

"You are such a dork." Arthur snickers, looking over at Charles from the living room while he plays his video game.

"I am peeling oranges for my girlfriend, i am not a dork" Charles glared at Arthur jokingly as he continued peeling the oranges.

"Not that." Arthur says, getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water as he drinks from it then saying "That" He points to the instagram live and to Charles talking to the viewers.

"oh ferme la, i'm talking to my beautiful fans well they're yn's fans but you get the point." oh shut up He looks over at Arthur eventually looking back at the screen. "So how are you today beautiful people? Hope you're doing great, what have you been up to?" He smiles cutely at the phone, still peeling oranges while reading some of the comments.

Arthur chuckles at the sight as he went back to his videogame.

"Oh yeah? That's a good hobby for you username13. I've been peeling oranges for my lovely yn, she didn't ask but i'm peeling them for her so she has a little snack when she plays with Leo later." Charles smiles while reading one of the comments.

Meanwhile, you were watching him slight from afar with a huge smile on your face. God was he so cute, he is definitely boyfriend material. You giggle as he talks to the fans, you couldn't help but fall for him even more.

a/n: i am on a charles leclerc frenzy wth so cl fans u r lucky cuz i will posting tons of cl fics also happy 1.1k ! <3

[1-800-kami]

R U MINE? feat gojo satoru (II)

gojo satoru has got to be the picture definition of a stereotypical college frat boy. he’s cocky, loaded with his daddy’s money, and dangerously handsome. it seems like common sense to stay away from him since you’ll never get more than a one-night stand out of it. 

that’s why you choose to turn a blind eye once you’ve come to the horrific realization: you’re in love with him. and you’re just itching to ask…

“are you mine tomorrow? or just mine tonight?”

IMPORTANT: this is part TWO (and the final part) of the r u mine? mini series. make sure to read part one of this fic before proceeding! :)

content: 5.4k words, afab!reader, rich college frat boy gojo, SMUT (fingering & unprotected sex.. wrap it before u tap it kids!) ANGST, (i listened to deftones while writing the breakup era LMAOO i was in my feels 😔) gojo "everything reminds me of her" satoru is really going thru it, idk how to feel about the ending tbh, cheating implications, kinda proofread ig, more emo gojo (u luv to see it)

author's note: guys. where do i even start?? first of all, thank u for all the support on the first part of this mini series!! we also hit 100 followers on this blog so tysm for supporting me n my writing <3 here's the long awaited part two (n also the finale) as i promised that i would get it out over the weekend! just a quick announcement that i may be a little bit more inactive from here on out.. mainly because classes r starting again nd im starting to get busier. i do have more fic plans though, (and a geto smut in my drafts? 👀) so i'll make time to write when i can! happy reading and thank u for all the support on this silly little series :)

tags: @soley613 @feariteriu @bear-likes-mushrooms @96jnie @keilaq1 @whydohumansss @luftyluft @fatbootymuncher (bold = i'm unable to tag u)

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everything’s been hazy.

you don’t really remember how you got home– you either waved down a cab or walked until you somehow found your house. either way, the alcohol is worsening the pounding in your ears. the straps of your dress are clinging terribly against your skin–you want to take it off, you want to wear something more comfortable, you want to just go to sleep, preferably forever… but you can’t bring yourself to.

you can’t even bring yourself to move.

so the rumors really were true? but why did gojo pursue so far just for you? why did gojo say those words to you when you spent the night together? why did gojo try so hard to convince you that night that he wanted to have sex with you because he loved you–and not solely because he wanted to have sex?

why did gojo lie to you?

another series of pings sound throughout the room, and you finally move to silence your phone. the noise is all so overwhelming. why the hell is your phone blowing up?

you check your notifications–mostly dms from people you don’t know, either asking if you and satoru were dating, or questioning you about what the hell happened at the party. you know that you’re gonna be the subject of gossip once you’re back at campus, and you hate it.

you were surprised at the numbers once you scrolled down your notification list a little further. ten missed calls from satoru, accompanied by a series of fifteen panicked messages. you open it, and you stare sadly at his contact photo and name, remembering the fond memory behind it. once you two actually started dating, you were merciful enough to add a heart next to his name, and even updated it to “toru”. he was elated at that.

you think you can barely even call him gojo now.

the most recent message was barely sent a minute ago. like it was on cue, you see the bright headlights pull up outside of your door. you wanted to sink into your couch and never resurface ever again.

you hear suguru’s car door open and close, and then frantic knocking outside. you walk to the door while sniffling, looking through the peephole just to confirm your suspicions. it was satoru.

“i can hear you crying through the door, y/n. i know you’re there.” he takes a deep inhale, and the tears start rolling down your cheeks again once you hear the complete and utter vulnerability in his voice. you just don’t know what to believe anymore. “shit, i’m crying too. well, i’m gonna explain myself even if you don’t care enough to listen to me. uhm, believe it or not, what happened at the party wasn’t my doing… at all. when you went to use the bathroom, this girl went up to me and started flirting with me, like she was waiting for you to leave or somethin’. i was g’na tell her to go fuck off but she pushed herself on my lap and before i could do anything about it you walked in and it was just all horrible timing and- god. i know it sounds unbelievable, right? you must think i’m terrible right now.”

“you don’t have to believe me. if i were in your shoes i wouldn’t know what to think either. i’m just… explaining what happened.”

there’s a long period of silence between you and satoru, aside from the occasional sniffling on both ends. you don’t know what to say. you want to believe him. you want to do nothing more than to open the door and let him hold you in his arms again, but you just don’t know what to think anymore. you poured your entire heart out to a man who you knew you shouldn’t be messing with, and now you don’t know who or what to believe. you feel like a fool, and you’re just tired. so damn tired. the silence feels asphyxiating, like it's tearing your relationship with satoru further and further apart the longer it draws on.

satoru is the first one to break the silence. “i’m guessing from the silent treatment that you don’t believe me. it’s okay, y/n. i’ll wait an eternity for you to forgive me because i’ll always choose you- fuck… over anything, and i hope you know that.”

your mind is a mess, and satoru’s words make it even messier.

i’ll wait an eternity for you

i’ll always choose you over anything

you put your head in your hands and sob. it hurts.

a minute passes–gojo hears you get up from where you’re sitting behind the door, and his heart fills with hope.

“i just… i just don’t know how to believe you, gojo.”

his heart breaks when he hears the door–presumably to your bedroom–open and close, leaving him alone with his shattered heart. his heart breaks when he takes in your voice, noticing how weak and exhausted you sounded. he wonders how much you’ve cried just from this past hour alone. his heart breaks once he realizes that he’s alone with his thoughts again, alone with the voice in his head that was berating him for not being able to prevent all of this if he hadn’t frozen up and just pushed her away the second that girl started flirting with him. finally, his heart breaks once it registers that you called him gojo–the last name that he shares with his corrupt and money-crazy family… the family he tries so hard to get away from. it was also the name you called him during the days that you barely trusted him.

now, he’s back to square one, and he has none of your trust again. this time, satoru swears that he’ll do anything in his power to get it back once more.

you didn’t come to school today.

there’s been nothing but radio silence on your end. gojo has sent you countless messages over the weekend asking how you’ve been, with the occasional desperate voicemail where he tells you that he loves and misses you. you’ve turned off your read receipts, so gojo doesn’t even know if you’ve seen his texts or listened to his voicemails. he’s concerned for you, even though he knows that he’s the reason behind all of this. he was hoping to talk things out with you today.. but you weren’t even here.

one thing gojo knew about you is that you cared deeply about your academics, and you wouldn’t miss attendance even if you were sick. it pains him to know that he was the reason that you weren’t here today. you were avoiding him, and he felt helpless.

he’s talked to geto—and the best advice that his best friend could offer was to “find proof that you didn’t cheat on her.” he’s right, though. the last thing you had said to gojo was that you don’t know how to believe if he’s telling the truth or not. gojo has absolutely no idea how to prove his fidelity to you, since words clearly weren’t enough. it frustrates him to no end.

gojo now knows that he feels absolutely lost. all when he’s not with you.

it feels nerve-wracking to walk the halls. 

he remembers telling you the night that you slept together that he’d learned over time to drown out the rumors about him. he learned not to care about what other people thought about him, and he eventually became unaffected by the school’s gossip. 

however, this time was different.

this time, he finds it difficult to drown out the rumors when he hears your name in them. he flinches every time someone whispers your name and his as he walks the halls, feeling that all eyes are on him. “i heard y/n and gojo broke up…” “they were dating?!” “yeah.. i didn’t believe it at first, either! apparently he…”

he doesn’t want to hear it, so he walks a little faster. it hasn’t felt this suffocating to be on campus in a while.

maybe that’s partially why you didn’t show up. rumors are hard to ignore if you don’t know how to shun them out. 

gojo lets out a sigh. he decides that he’s going to ditch the rest of class. you weren’t here, he couldn’t talk to you, and he felt he was gonna go mad if he heard your name spoken by someone again, so he turns to leave, but flinches as he feels a hand lightly tap his shoulder.

“gojo-san?”

he turns around, with a girl that he’s never seen before standing in front of him… not that he pays attention to them in the first place, though. he raises his eyebrow in question, and the girl looks so nervous she might pass out. “i have to tell you something-“

“if it’s a love confession or whatever, i don’t want to hear it-“

“-no!” she flushes a deep shade of red, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes. she coughs awkwardly at his expression. “um, no.. it’s not that. please, just give me two minutes in the library. i have something to tell you.”

he decides to entertain this girl for a bit. he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t curious about what she had to talk to him for. gojo sighs and says, “two minutes. that’s all you’re getting.”

“this is about the party last friday, no?” he says while taking a seat near one of the tables. he feels sick just being here. he’d never gone to the library before meeting you–as he had no reason to go here at all. then, he started accompanying you everywhere as he tried to win your heart. “study dates” were frequent here, and he even remembers forcefully changing his contact name and number on your phone during one of your dates.

gosh, everything literally reminds him of you. he can barely live like this.

she takes a seat across from him, and she shamefully nods at his words. “i went to the party on friday, and i just want to say i’m sorry-”

gojo gets up to leave. he can’t do this. he doesn’t need anyone’s pity. pity can’t change the fact that you still won’t talk to him. she panics as gojo is about to walk away. “wait!”

the librarian tells her to quiet down, and she mutters an apology. still, she persists. “please, just wait for two minutes… i need two minutes to explain myself. you promised you’d give me that.”

she stares at gojo, who hasn’t left yet, and takes that as her opportunity to speak. “i was a friend of… her,” he doesn’t need an explanation to know who she was talking about. “the reason why she came up to you was because of a dare i told her to do. she’s had a crush on you for a while now, so of course she was willing to flirt with you.”

“um, that was the dare, by the way. my friend told me to record it, because we were all drunk, and we thought it would be funny. just another memory to laugh at in the future, right? we didn’t know you were dating the girl you were with at the party. sorry but, we assumed she was just a fling… or something… we didn’t know she was your girlfriend.”

“yeah, i was dating the girl at the party.” gojo scoffs, and he feels his anger bubbling up again. “then your friend had to do that stupid dare, and she won’t fuckin’ talk to me now.”

“i’m sorry-”

“i don’t need your apologies. is that why you came up to me? to apologize so you don’t feel guilty about what happened anymore?” gojo sneers. he was right, though. guilt is ridden all over her face, and she can’t even meet his eyes. he’s about to leave, thinking that this entire conversation was useless, but gojo thinks back on what she said earlier.

“...my friend told me to record it…”

he turns back to look at her, which surprises her, to say the least. “hey, you said you recorded the dare, right?”

“uhm, yes.”

“so you still have the video?”

“it should be in my camera roll somewhere-”

“if you came here to apologize to me, then you should send me that video.” she looked a little horrified at his words, and gojo could almost laugh. “what? i’m not gonna do anything bad with it, god.”

she thinks about what gojo’s intentions could be with that video, and her eyes light up in recognition as she connects the dots from what he said beforehand. i was dating the girl at the party… then your friend had to do that stupid dare… and she won’t fuckin’ talk to me now.

she nods in understanding. this is the least she could do for him. she pulls out her phone, looking for the video, and says, “i hope you two make up soon, gojo-san.”

gojo satoru walks- no, runs out of that library with determination. determination as he finally has the video evidence of what happened at the party–his saving grace so he could finally get you to forgive him.

you miss him.

you miss him like hell, actually, and you blink at the messages he just sent you in complete disbelief.

you didn’t show up to class today because you were afraid. you were afraid to see satoru again, yes, but you were also afraid of what everyone else would say about you. the party was one thing, but the after-effects and the rumors were something completely different. you didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with that, unlike satoru, so you stayed home. all because you were afraid of what would happen on campus.

you just wish things would go back to how they were before… all of this happened. you didn’t want to admit it, but you’ve read all of satoru’s messages, and you’ve listened to all of his voicemails. you’ve cried to them. and it hurts because you’re still torn apart in the midst of your own feelings. and now, satoru wants to talk to you, because he’s been wanting to do nothing but fix everything between the two of you.

the doorbell rings, and you almost jump out of your skin. 

you didn’t even know if you would open the door or not. despite that, you felt your body moving on its own, like you were relying on your own instincts. you washed your face to get rid of the dried tears on your cheeks, brushed the tangles out of your hair, and dressed into something more presentable. the next thing you know, you’re leaning against the wall next to the front entrance. your shadow is visible underneath the door, so satoru knows that you’re here.

“hi, y/n..” he sounded so nervous that you almost laughed, but you felt equally as terrified as him. “i have something to show you… uh, on my phone. if you don’t want to see me, it’s fine, i’ll just send it to you, but i’d really prefer if you open the door and we’ll talk about this inside-”

your hand is already reaching the door knob before you can even think about it. it’s such an impulse decision that you look at him in surprise once you open the door. it’s the first time you’ve seen him ever since you were at the party. it’s only been three days, but you can’t help but notice how his eyebags are more prominent, his eyes are a little redder, and he looks nothing short of exhausted.

“hey,” he manages to breathe out, his eyes meeting yours. “can i come in? please?”

you nod, too stunned to say anything, and he exhales in relief as he walks in. the two of you sit on the couch, and gojo notices how you’re keeping your distance from him. it breaks his heart a little.

he looks for the video on his phone and gets ready to show it to you. this is it. his last ditch effort for your forgiveness. he’s really fuckin’ hoping that this works. “i got this video from a girl who came to the party. it’s a recording of, um, what happened.”

he hands the phone over to you, and you take it skeptically, still choosing to keep silent. you press play, and you watch the recording. a shaky hand holds the camera, and the person behind it says, “holy shit, she’s actually doing it!” they're presumably talking to their friend, and the camera focuses on a girl walking over to gojo. your heart is pounding, eyes widening in recognition as you stare at her... the one who caused all of this in the first place.

the all too familiar girl comes up to him, saying something out of earshot. when gojo looks at her, completely uninterested, she pulls that move. the scene you saw at the party before you ran out. tears fill your eyes again, and you almost want to stop the video, but your interest is piqued at the next part.

..this… this part was something that you didn’t see. gojo angrily reacts at the girl’s move, with her falling on the floor as she looks at him, stunned at how furious he looks. the person behind the camera gasps, continuing to record out of shock as a crowd of people turn to stare at the two. geto eventually comes into the frame and takes gojo away from all the chaos. the video ends there, and you grip gojo’s phone shakily.

holy shit.

tears roll down your face, but this time, they’re tears of relief. you waste no time in hugging satoru, crying your heart out as you bury your face in his neck. you’re happy. you’re so fucking happy, and so relieved knowing that he didn’t lie to you. of course he didn’t.

“m’sorry-” you sniffle into his shoulder. gojo is so shocked at what was happening that it takes him a second to hug you back, but when he does, he starts crying. “m’so fucking sorry i didn’t believe you-”

“shh, it’s okay, it’s okay…” he says, and you only hug him tighter. “m’so tired, you know that? these past three days fucking sucked. i’m just so glad you’re in my arms again, fuck-”

“-i love you, i love you, i love you so fucking much, toru.” you repeat, laughing as you kiss him all over his face. it’s been a while since you said that to someone. you wipe his never-ending tears away, still in disbelief, and whisper, “you’re real. right? you’re actually here with me right now ‘nd i’m not dreaming, right?

“i’m very much real, baby.” he says, putting his forehead against yours as you take in his features again. “god, i missed that pretty face so much.”

he finally closes the gap between you two, pulling you into a much needed kiss. it’s a kiss filled with so many emotions–desperation, happiness, relief. satoru thinks his heart is finally whole again. he’s missed you. he’s missed you so fucking much, and you’ve missed him too. 

you’re like an anchor to satoru. the light of his life that keeps him grounded. and god, he’s been apart from you for too long. 

you reposition yourself as you’re deepening the kiss. you’re on his lap now, and you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging on his hair in desperation. “oh yeah? ‘y gonna do anything about it?"

“of course i am,” he says, hands roaming underneath your shirt as he caresses your bare waist. fuck. he needs you. right now. especially after thinking that he was about to lose you forever–for something that he didn’t even do. “i’m gonna show you just how much i missed you, baby.”

gojo can’t let you go.

you’re in your bedroom, and both of you waste no time undressing each other. he takes you in–all of you, in awe of every crevice of your body as he trails his hands further down your waist.

god, you’re so beautiful. “i can’t believe i almost lost you.”

his words are shaky, like he’s still uncertain that you’re real and you’re in his arms again. he can’t seem to break himself away from you, almost like you’ll disappear if he lets you go. “but i’m here now, toru.”

“i’m here to stay, and i’ll never let you go again… ‘m yours,” you whisper, and your words set a fire in him, fueling his body with nothing but desperation. desperation to have you right here, and right now. 

he wastes no time in plunging two of his fingers in your cunt, and he groans at just how wet you are. “satoru-”

“fuck, you’re so wet… and it’s all for me,” he mutters, spreading your legs effortlessly when you try to close them, thighs shaking in pure pleasure. he adds another finger, and you already feel stretched to the brim, and you haven’t even taken him in yet. the thought of his cock inside of you makes you even wetter than you already are, and you look up at satoru with eyes full of lust and desire. “missed you so much, baby. missed you and your pretty little cunny,”

his fingers are long, and you whine at how full you feel right now. you’re so loud, and you don’t even care. right now, it’s just you and satoru finally feeling each other again. it’s only been three days, but it feels like you’ve been apart for years.

everything about this was filthy. from your erotic moans and the way your cunt squelched against his fingers… not to mention the vice grip you had on them- fuck, satoru thinks he can cum untouched just from watching you like this.

“haa-” you whimper when his fingers curl and hit that spot in your cunt that you can barely seem to reach on your own. it’s exhilarating, and only fuels the growing heat in your stomach. “toru- don’t stop- please, i’m close-”

“really?” he taunts, and it feels so fucking good–your head is numb, and the only thoughts filling your head are thoughts of satoru. the pleasure is too much, and you try to get away from him, but he keeps you in place, curling his fingers faster as punishment. “don’t run away from me, baby… be a good girl and just take it, yeah?”

“toru- fuck- i’m gonna cum, please-” you’re on the brink of release, but suddenly, he stops, ruining your orgasm. “no- wait-”

he pulls his fingers out, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. you were so close–why did he take that away from you? you try and swat at his hands, but he just takes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, locking his eyes with yours with a sly smile. “you taste so sweet, i can’t help it,”

“aww, is my baby mad ‘cause she didn’t get to cum?” he coos sarcastically, caging you in between his arms as he tilts your face up with his finger. “too bad… the only thing you’re cumming on tonight is on my cock.”

and with that, he eases his painfully hard member into your walls. your insides hugged him perfectly–it was like you were made just for him. you gasp once he’s fully sheathed himself inside of you. his fingers were already a lot to take in, but his cock was something completely different. he moans your name, barely keeping his cool. “fuck- you’re squeezing me so tight,”

“missed everything about you, baby. i need to hold you, please,” he pleads desperately, clasping your small hands against his. the size difference alone between the two of you almost makes him cum, but he holds himself back, choosing to bask in this intimate moment. he’s missed every part about this. “you ready f’me?-”

“-just fuck me, satoru, please-” he doesn’t need another confirmation from you.

he can’t bring himself to hold back. next thing you know, he’s fucking you into the mattress, and you feel the headboard shake at how fast satoru is going. fuck–you feel every part of him, every part of his cock as it slams against your tight hole. he’s so big, you feel yourself gasping for breath, and you moan out loud as you notice the prominent bulge forming in your stomach. it’s him, it’s all him, and it’s driving you mad.

satoru follows your eyes in the midst of all of this, and he watches everything in fascination. he decides to be a little mean, and presses his free hand against your stomach–it feels so good, you could almost scream at the pleasure. “you feel that, baby? that’s all me inside of you, hmm?”

“please-” the onset of pleasure feels so overwhelming, and tears fill your eyes. you feel an oncoming orgasm coming, and you know your release will hit you like a tidal wave. your heart is pounding, but satoru only grips your hand tighter and fucks you even harder. “oh, fuck!”

“m close, baby. are you g’na cum too?” he manages to say between pants, and you somehow nod, mind hazy and your release only coming closer. you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “cum inside of me, toru- please- i need to feel you-”

gojo groans at your words, and you both cum together. you ride out your high, screaming as you spasm around his cock, the pleasure overfilling your senses until you’re trembling from it. he fills you up, staying inside of you as the two of you catch your breath. everything’s hazy, and you’re barely aware of your surroundings… it takes you a few minutes to recover. 

“angel, are you with me?”

“yeah, fuck, just… give me a second.” you say, and gojo thinks that he would gladly give you all the time in the world if you needed it. he pulls out of you with a hiss, and his warm seed drips out of your cunny. it makes his cock twitch, but he knows that you’re probably not considering a round two right now.

when you come to your senses, you notice satoru–who put his clothes back on already, wiping your legs down with a rag. his touch is so soft, like he’s afraid to break you, unlike how he handled you just a moment ago. you look down and notice the bruises starting to form on your legs and waist. satoru looks guilty as he stares. “i didn’t go too rough with you, did i?”

“not at all,” you reassure him, and you see him soften up a little. “it felt really good, actually… thank you, toru.”

“s nothing. you know my girl only gets the best,” he teases, and you laugh. “i’m gonna go get you some new clothes and some water… i’ll be back, okay?”

you nod, closing your eyes again as satoru leaves the room. he’s back in two minutes, and he’s gently changing you into new clothes that he found in your drawer. you’re so tired that you can hardly move, so you let satoru do all the work. he caresses all of your bruises, apologizing again even if you already said that it was okay. he’s so gentle, a swift juxtaposition to what just happened beforehand, and so soft with you. once you’re clothed again, he brings a glass of water against your lips, and you greedily gulp it down as he keeps a hand on your back. he places it on the nightstand once you’re finished, and you grab his wrist after, tugging him back to the bed. “lay with me for a bit, toru.”

satoru doesn’t hesitate, laying down next to you on the bed and placing your head against his chest. your breathing is back to normal, and you feel his heart thumping against your ear. you wrap your arms around him, and satoru thinks that this moment is so domestic that he can’t help but daydream. he looks at your face, memorizing every feature about you with a lovesick look in his eyes. you’re so beautiful, so perfect, and he’s just so fucking glad that he didn’t lose you. 

satoru thinks he could wake up to this everyday.

“you’re starin.” you say with an amused look on your face. gojo doesn’t even try to play it off. “what’s on your mind?”

“nothing. i just… love you so much, y/n.” he says, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. satoru would trade anything if it meant that this moment wouldn’t end. “m so glad you chose me.”

“i think it’s the other way around,” you tease. “you chose me. ever since you saw me at the party, you’ve done nothing but try to win my heart.”

“how could i not? there was just something different about you compared to everyone else.” he reminisces about that night at the party, and how far he’s come with his relationship with you. he remembers that night like it just happened yesterday.

you sigh, almost like you were thinking about that night too. you pull him into a kiss, finally finding the courage within you to say a proper “i love you.” to the man who meant the world to you.

“i love you too, angel.” he says, and you snuggle into him tighter. “you know i’ll always choose you…”

“..from this life and into the next. i’m so glad you gave me a chance, y/n. i’ll forever be grateful to now be called your husband. i’m the luckiest man ever knowing that you let me into your life, and i’m the one who gets to read these vows to marry you. i cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. i love you so much, y/n gojo.” he’s crying. gojo satoru is crying, and he’s hardly ever cried before. though, that changed after he met you.

the last time he cried was during pre-k, and now he’s done it time and time again… all because of you. he cried once during your first argument with him, another during the night he thought he’d lost you forever, and then another when he finally had you in his arms again once he proved his innocence… and now, during his wedding, when he finally gets to call you his wife.

and when you share your kiss at the end of the ceremony to symbolize your togetherness, you hear all your friends cheering. mainly shoko, utahime, and geto. if you showed this very scene to shoko during your university years, she’d call you crazy, saying this would never happen. gojo satoru was once a man who’d never willingly committed in a relationship before, but you came into his life and you changed everything about him. it was like magic.

you pull away from the kiss, wiping his tears away and whispering against his lips, drowning out the crowd, “thank you.”

for memorizing all my favorite foods so you could buy them for me. for walking me to class every day. for making me fall in love with you that one day at the park. for waiting for me to slowly love you even when i was scared to love. for waiting for me even if i didn’t trust you. for loving me. for proving those rumors wrong. for proving that satoru gojo is actually capable of falling in love and pouring his heart out to the one he loves the most.

for everything that you have done to love me.

it was like gojo could hear all of your unspoken words. he smiles, letting one more tear roll down his cheek, and says, “it’s all worth it if it’s for you.”

thanks for reading <3 -kami.

[drawlody]

My list of Adam ships♡ n my opinion bout them (also fics rec :D)

Adam x Luicfer (Adamsapple/Duitarduck) 10/10

Need i say more:)))??!?! started out as a "haha funny slip-up ship" to "hey they got really good angst potential". The friends/lovers to enemies to lovers is STRONG with this one n i am eating up everything i could found on ao3. Smth bout this macho-ass man finally getting to stay back n not take charge for once feel nice, also princess Adam supermacy wooooo. Whoever came up with the ship name i applaud u cause that's like a 3 layers name(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's not an Adamsapple fic without Adam having at least 1 mental breakdown n Lucifer have his guilt eating him alive:)))

Very fucked up torture but i swear it worth the pain:D The dove is so dead it start to rot so plz read the tags properly (plz check out the AngeliaDark other works too they got good shit)

This one have a splits so check out both the fics (beware the author have a skrewed sense of what is considered wholesome:))))

I didnt think a smut scene could be this sad

Adam x Lute (Guitarspear/Guardrock) 10/10

Litteraly my first Hazbin ship, assholes in love is an underrated dynamic we desperately need more off:))) That with a dash of evil dude x loyal subordinate (which i havent seen since the Deathglare days) n opposite attract (look they have one main thing in common is that their extreme bloodthirst, other than that she's stricter than ur mom n he's lazier than the Sloth ring itself but that the beauty of it no? He convince her to chill tf out n not to burst a blood vessel, she keep him on track n make sure Sera dont come on their asses)

They're just being silly enabling each other terrible behaviour n i love that for them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Litteral besties i tell ya

Heavy non-con shit involving Val but Lute will revenge our boi i promised u that

Cool idea n they r just made for each other damn

First hazbin fic i read which is a really cool smut:D

Adam x Micheal (we need a ship name people ) (update: it's Songbird/Guitarhero) 10/10

I like how we dont even got a proper comfirmation of Micheal design/personality yet the ship is here already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( im using the Nakariiale's design as a base here love their design)

Hit me with that rebound love x "u look like my ex so im using u as a replacement but ill fall for the real u eventually" x co-workers in heaven. I'm thinking smth along the line of "after Lucifer fucked off with Lilith, Micheal became Adam guardian angel n they just hang out" ya feel me here? (✿◕‿◕✿)

Shout out to Bloog_b for dragging me into this ship:DDD also im on the Adam x the archangels ship as a "gotcha" to Lucifer of sort. Like bitch u stole my wives imma steal your brotherS

Look it's Adamsapple endgame but trust me u will be feed well on this ( u know how good u gotta be for people to ditch the main ship?)

I'm giving yall 4 fics here cause i can only found 4 rn(._. )

this one is uhh non-con so beware

Micheal is indeed Adam guardian angel in this one:D

Adam x Eve (Flowertunes) 8/10

I dont care what yall said they love each other throughout Eden n Earth , might have a falling out in heaven but that doesnt change the fact that they were once IN LOVE. Honestly why cant we just have a couple that have the same bright-eyed innocence like one another.I refuse to believe Eve like willingly cheat on Adam with malicious intent n all, simply she was indeed ''tricked'' or just not fully understand the sistuation, n Adam love her way too much to think that she would do that to him like Lilith. Hell the dude was heartbroken after L left , starting the abandonment issues, so he would have cling to Eve, doing everything so that he aint alone again, even if that mean leaving Eden

Honestly it pisses me off that the Adam/Eve tag on ao3 most of the time is just 1 dialouge between them back when Eve bit the apple n thats it no elaboration on the couple whatsoever >:(((

Lots of switcharoos

sinner eve woooo

look its hard trynna find a fic focusing on them ok?

Adam x St. Peter (Guitargreeter (bet ya didnt see that coming:))) 7/10

Base on this fanfic alone Joe my dude u r on the path of becoming THE Adam crack-ship writer n i am here for this:)))) just so u wait this dude gonna whip out a AdamxNifty , AdamxHusk fic later on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

From within the fic itself the ship its 2 bros in love with homophobia standing in the way >:( also when did we have a name?!?!?!?

I just like Adam x anyone in heaven alright:D like bro famous n he got that ancient rizz, u telling mr he cant bag a hottie or 2-100+ hmm?

Adam x Alastor (Angelicradio) 8/10

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ABOUT THEM THAT I SHIP I JUST DO φ(゜▽゜*)♪ i blame YOU honestly rn this ship is either Adam found Al after the fight n they make a deal or they're in heaven n they chillin this ship is confusing:D

They're angels on heaven

Adam gone back into eden n do shit differently

This is both Adam/Eve n Adam/Alastor kinda

Adam x Alastor x Lucifer (Angelicradioapple/ Charlie's dads (only me call them that lol)) 9/10

''Hey Charlie u know how u r sad that your mother left? Wellllllll i got you 2 new dads suprise:DDDD''

Look 3 miserable men who hate each other + hell's greatest dad + my love for Dadam = Messy ass old men yaoi :DDDD n it work perfectly with Alastor Asexuality too!!! Like Adam n Lucifer could fuck each other brains out before Al joining in for the cuddles lol

Chaos ensue

Not exactly a love triangle but a love corner but hey we barely got food here :D

I cant believe how hot this shit is lol

Adam x Eve x Lilith x Lucifer (Eden poly/ applecore?) 8/10

They could have been all married to each other(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But as much as i go "OooOooo Poly yay'' i just cant vibe with EvexLucifer, like the cheating vibes is wayyyyyyyyy too much i just cant man . I mean with the interpetation that Lucifer came to Eden to hang out with the humans they all know eachother, they're a throuple yes but BUT when Eve came into the picture it was only with Adam n him only so the other 2 is ehhhh. Im fine with EvexLilith cause im seeing it happening later, not hidden from Adam while LuciferxEve got that deception going on .So uhhh in this ship they're more like bestie than lovers to me¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also AdamxLilith is an underrated pairing like everytime i saw this applecore thing going on these 2 r at most tolerate each other like cmonnnnn we already twist this to hell n back, why cant we make it so their arguement was a petty non-malicious one n they still cares for each other hmm???

They're one happy family

IDK what to tell u bittersweet reunion n loving family is the only typa fic u get with this ship

Not that im complaining i need this wholesomeness

Adam x Mammon (Adammon/Madam/Greedyguitar/ 1st chirstmas.... hasnt had an offical name yet) 10/10

They r litteraly same person different font idk what to tell u. More insults thrown around than Guitarspear but they're pretty similar. Adam is just " sinners suck ass but this dude is the worst in the best way". Also they're both big bois (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ , they love towering over others

I'm sorry but there r barely BARELY

any fics of them :(

The art side is more plentiful tho :D

Adam x Angel Dust (Holydust/guitardust) 5/10

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOUR n that the exact reason why i cant see them be together as a couple 100%, like the shit-talking bff vibes r wayyyy too strong XD Angel finally got someone who have the same vulgar humour as him n if Adam got married in hell Angel would 100% be his best bitch of honour (≧∀≦)ゞq(≧▽≦q)

They're best friends who have casual no-string attached sex that is ACTUALLY no-string attached:)))

I came to ship them due to those "What if they're co-workers under Val' scenarios ive been seeing on Tumblr

I got like 1 fic on ao3 i mean if u r looking for just platonic friendship between them then rest asure most Adam's redemption fics have that

I got 1 fic on tumblr

Adam x Charlie (Charadam/Guitarprincess) 5/10

U know this ship give me a pretty bad first impression since a good chunk of the fics r either heavy non-con shit or lean wayyyyy to much into the daddy kink, ya know how Charlie got suppose daddy issues n all that jazz?:))) yeah that... that

But after seeing the art side of this ship im chillin with them now, since the art r pretty wholesome, usually having them decked out in punk-rock clothings hanging out. It's a big "Fuck you" to Lucifer n i live for these mf argueing ╰(*°▽°*)╯

So uhhh stay away from the fics if ya want an actual functional couple instead of wtv messed up shit we got there:))) But here's a fic anyway, the only one where it feel bearable n actual trynna go into said messed up relationship i already warn you

We got cracks like Guitarmaid (AdamxNifty), Valadam (AdamxVal) which i dont have enough materials to decied, Classicalrock (AdamxSera) sound interesting but also havent found anything , Guitarhalo (AdamxEmily) is an unexpected find, find i deem them to be more familial than romantic so we'll see if there's a fic good enough to convince me

Edit:i forgot to add Blitzo like Mammon already there why did i forgot

Adam x Blitzo (i dont think anyone even ship this but me:)) 7/10

I cant find a single fic where they has anything more than a 1 nightstand n 1 interaction where they hit it off , i live off imagination alone (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but like fr fr they would match so well, like their bloodlust n general jerkiness would make them the 3rd asshole x asshole ship on this list :DDDD

Tho as much as i wanna see them go further i feel like an on-n-off relationship/friends with benefits fit em more ya know ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰) If ya have any fic but the 2 here that have them interact lemme know cause a bitch need food :)

This is a lot of tag(._. )

[david-tennant-addict]

Alec hardy x fem reader (smut if u r comfortable) let’s say where reader always annoys alec (she has a massive crush on him cause duh) and Alec is always annoyed by her and maybe she gets sick or something like goes out for a work trip idk and he realizes how much he miss her annoying voice lol soo yaa rest to your imagination

💜

One day

OMG YES I love that idea! This idea actually fits with my OC so I can easily write about this!

Since this is my first fic in a while I’m just going to keep it a Drabble. I might make more in the future.

Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Type: Drabble

Summary: Y/N annoys Alec daily but when she doesn’t show up and Alec wonders why he feels the way he does about it.

Y/n………she was always such an annoying lass. always talking about things that didn’t matter like concerts, songs, shows, anything that didn’t involve work. This annoyed Alec. He would be sitting at his desk trying to work on the case they were working on and she would be sitting on his desk which he hated and talk and talk. She never seemed to shut up.

Then one day she did. Well she didn’t show up to work……weird.

She always shows up for work. She would show up late a lot but still shows. But for once Alec had peace. And he didn’t like it.

He was sitting at his desk looking at evidence and papers about the case….As he read the paper all he could hear was that damned clock ticking. The silence was killing him. He stopped what he was working on and ran his fingers through his hair. He can’t work without her. Her chatter seemed to help him focus but he never saw that at first. “Y/n” He mumbled out into his hands.

After some time he removed his hands from his face and stood up and grabbed his coat angrily and walked out of his office.

Ellie saw him start to leave and she started to question him. “Where are you going? Did you find them? What’s wrong” She continued to question.

“Y/N-“ He snapped at Ellie. He sighed “ She didn’t show up. I’m going to check on her you stay and work on the case.” She agreed and he was on his way.

Meanwhile Y/n was in bed, curled up, every blanket in her apartment on her, shivering from the cold shivers of her fever that had sadly strucken her. She laid there coughing and hacking. And the fact that she was dehydrated wasn’t helping much, all she wanted to do was curl up and die in that bed, she was so dry and tired. She didn’t even want to get up for a glass of water which she needed badly.

The fever was so bad she didn’t even notice someone was banging on her door and it wasn’t just knocking. It was full on “FBI open up” banging. At some point Alec freaked out and bust open the door not enough to break it but enough to get it open. he searched all around her apartment until he finally found y/n laying in her bed in such a daze she didn’t even notice him walk in. He touched her face and felt how hot you were. (not talkin looks here but you look good girly)

He can tell how bad she were from his experience, being a father, and knowing what it’s like to be sick. He took some of her pillows and propped her up. he fetched her a glass of water and made her drink it when she took the drink of water it awoken her. She finally realized somehow Alec got into her apartment. “Wha? Huh? How did you even-“

“Don’t ask love. You were almost dead!”

“What? No- I’m just a little thirsty-“

“Lass you were dehydrated we need to get some food in your stomach.” He stated

“Why?” She asked

“Why? Well if you don’t you’ll go hungry and I-“

“No. Why are you doing this?” She said

Alec looked at y/n puzzled

“Why are you doing this? I thought you hated me or just didn’t care enough”

“Well………I thought I didn’t like your chatter. Then when I noticed you not come in I worried something happened to you”

“You worry about people?” she smiled childishly at him

“I do have a heart you know”

“One that you need to give a break”

“What?”

“Nothing”

Silence fell on the room as Alec went to go get y/n some food. After a bit he came back with a tray for the bed and some soup.

“Ok now careful it’s hot so let it cool down and then eat”

“Ok dad”

“Don’t call me dad”

“Ok……but thank you”

“For what?”

“Helping me”

“Well you needed it”

He grabbed a chair and sat by her bed

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting”

Well I know that but…. Why are you saying?”

“You need the help clearly.”

“I’m a grown adult I can handle myself”

“Yeah says the one that was laying here dehydrated”

“…”

“Exactly”

“Why did you come to help me? Aren’t I annoying to you?”

“A little but….it got to quiet”

“I thought you hated my rambling?”

“I did”

“Did?”

“Maybe….I liked it a little”

“Really?”

“I said a little”

The room got silent and Y/n thoughts got the best of her.

“Fuck it I’m going to be an adult and tell you since we’re alone and usually Ellie is here too-“

“You’re rambling”

“Yeah…..I like you” she flinched scared what he was going to say

“Hm”

“So?” She said

“Maybe I do too”

“REALLY?! OH MY GOD I could kiss you!”

“I said maybe and you’re sick so no way”

“Oh….yeah”

“But maybe one day…..”

“Yeah…..one day”

I hope you liked this ! Sorry if it’s not that good I haven’t written in awhile! 💜💜💜

[mediocre-daydreams]

hello 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can i req a peter parker x stark!reader who r also bffs (with feelings 4 eachother) where both of them have this little game they like to play with eachother where they make up like insane conversations and the other has to follow along until they get tired ?? like “oh you look fine even though you got stabbed by an alien yesterday” “u dont look too shabby for someone who had to give birth to a baby” IDK like anything u want but they didnt know that their conversations were getting overheard by the other avengers and once the avengers come together and talk about it they’re like wait.. why the fuck does it sound like [] have two children at home and are secretly married IDK ANYTHING U WANT BUT AS CRAZY AS POSSIBLE i love crack fics

TYSM <33

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i've been putting this off bc i love the idea and want it to be perfect so i stayed up late last night and in my delirious haze i came up with some dialogue prompts and i woke up this morning and found it in my notes so here's the beaut! i lowkey love it thank you 🦜 !!

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

peter parker x stark! reader

summary: at first, you and peter were like "let's see who can uphold the most ridiculous conversations," but bro... you don't think the sexual tension is a joke anymore, and neither do the other avengers.

w/c: 3.1k

notes: crack crack crack, fluff, swearing, many sexual innuendos (and also just jokes about sex outright) and swears (c'mon it's me), mentions of abortions and roe v wade in a humorous context, murder, cannibalism, and foot fetishes in a humorous context, one "ur mom" joke, if it sounds crazy that's because it is crazy and i think u should just read it already

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you and peter’s friendship was anything but normal. well, you supposed, nothing could ever be normal for the two of us. peter’s an arachnid abomination and i’m the daughter of an egotistical billionaire who cosplays as a flying suit.

there were two ways in which your relationship was unusual. one: the practically nonexistent line between platonic and romantic, which everybody just always had to point out. the two of you had always been a bit touchy-feely—to be fair, mostly with each other, but were you really to blame? you were stuck in a tower full of traumatized assassins, spies, and people in metal suits; it wasn’t like there was any good cuddling options around. peter was a self-described “nerd and loser,” so girls weren’t exactly lining up to cuddle with him either. 

two: you had a game going on (if it could even be called that). peter had a hard time transitioning into an “official” member of the team, so you, being the coolest and closest to his age, tasked yourself with the responsibility of being his friend.

what started as making up nonsensical greetings or coming up with more and more obscure versions of “see ‘ya later, alligator” had spiraled into a competition of who could keep the most ridiculous conversations going.

--

you were sitting beside natasha at the kitchen bar, the two of you nursing copious amounts of black coffee and sporting dark eye bags. (so maybe karaoke with katy and shang-chi on a wednesday night wasn’t the greatest idea you’d ever had.)

peter took a double-take as he made his way towards the fridge, looking perfectly refreshed and wide awake.

“lookin’ good!” peter clicked his tongue at you in greeting, smirking at the scowl on your face. he knew you would’ve flipped him off had you not been holding your drink.

“thanks,” you drawled sarcastically. “i’ve been trying this new diy skincare routine, where you use curdled breastmilk as a face mask for 20 minutes. it’s really helping with my dark circles.”

natasha, the woman who was never caught off guard, was caught off guard.

peter hummed thoughtfully as he poured himself a glass of milk, which he was now losing his appetite for. “20 minutes seems pretty short, don’t ‘cha think? i keep my menstrual blood mask on for at least 35 minutes.”

you scoffed, taking a large swig of your coffee and wincing at its bitterness. “yeah, well you should probably do it for longer. i can see your premature wrinkles forming from here.”

peter slipped into the seat beside you and smiled in greeting to natasha, whose eyes were bleary and unfocused. peter turned to shove his face close to yours.

“hm, maybe you should try juice cleansing. your skin is looking awfully dull today, unlike mine, which is dewey and radiant.”

you rolled your eyes. “sure, dude. look at your birdnest for hair.” you tangled your fingers through his mess of curls and scratched his scalp. peter couldn’t hide the content groan that slipped from his mouth.

“if my skin is dull, your hair is practically straw. unlike mine, which is easy, breezy, beautiful: covergirl.” you made a big show of preening your bedhead.

natasha made gagging noises. “alright, you two are disgusting. in more ways than one. can you please stop, because i’m so hungover right now and i will not hesitate to aim my projectile vomit onto one of your faces.”

you and peter looked at each other with big grins. peter shot finger guns at natasha. “eyy, that’s the spirit!”

--

you and peter found it especially funny to start these sorts of conversations in front of steve and bucky. not only were the two perplexed by modern lingo, they were also the most gullible two people on the team, which made them easy targets.

bucky and steve exchanged testosterone-fuelled jabs at each other in the sparring ring as you tied your shoelaces as peter sprayed his face with water. the two of you listened to the grunts of exertion and the various gruff noises that filled the air to appease the two supersoldiers’ masculinities.

you sighed, stretching your sore arms. you and peter had been fooling around with the gym equipment for an hour now, waiting for bucky and steve’s match to finish (and it didn’t look like either of them planned on backing down anytime soon). with a final tug on your shoelaces, you looked up at peter curiously, who blushed at your wide, innocent eyes. or perhaps he was just red from the exercise.

“you smell really good,” you commented, bumping your shoulder against his. “what cologne do you use?”

peter paused to consider his response. “it’s… my au naturale body odor. it’s cruelty free and uh, vegan.”

“that’s so earth conscious of you!” you gushed, running a warm hand up and down peter’s arm. though he was sweaty, gross, and overheated, he shivered at your touch.

“y-yeah. i haven’t showered in three weeks. it really enhances the… musky base notes of the scent. it’s very masculine,” he nodded as if he knew what he was talking about.

“well, it’s very aromatic. i like it.” you patted peter’s bicep definitively, jumping to your feet as you bent in half to stretch out your limbs. peter stared at your ass toned calves, and thought that he should work on his legs as well.

“oh hey, it looks like bucky and steve are done!” you pointed at the two heaving supersoldiers, who had stopped fighting altogether so they could stare at you and peter.

bucky mouthed “what the fuck?” to steve. steve mouthed “language” back.

--

peter was busy scrawling illegible physics notes as he, tony, and bruce watched planet earth intently. bruce was busy jabbering away at the “incredible biological discoveries” that david attenborough was narrating, and tony was absentmindedly filing his nails while occasionally poking peter in the back with his toe to correct him on a mistake he’d written.

“hey dad. bruce.” you caught sight of peter’s unmistakable form, hunched over the glass coffee table with papers scattered haphazardly across the surface and a bulletpoint pen between his teeth tha you found very seductive endearing.

“hey peter!” you squeaked. “it’s- uh, fancy seeing you here!” you blurted, cheeks heating as peter turned to you with his cute stupid fucking glasses.

“hey,” he raised his eyebrows. “you come here often?” peter purred lowly.

you gulped, unsure as to why he was bothering you so much today. maybe your period had come early.

“no, actually. i was stopping by to meet my real estate agent here; i’m loving this property,” you played along, tucking yourself into peter’s side.

“ah, well, they’re not here at the moment. i think they got stopped at security—something about smuggling exotic animals. but i could be your tour guide, if you want? i’m very… thorough.” peter waggled his eyebrows.

david attenborough began discussing whale mating habits.

“oh, are you now?” you challenged, biting your lip smugly as you watched peter began to stutter.

“y-yes, i am. and, as a matter of fact,” peter turned to pull something from his pocket. he presented you with a microfiber cloth. “i’m such a gentleman, i’ll even clean you up after.”

peter’s head was suddenly slammed into the glass table. tony had rammed his foot (not just the toes) against peter’s curls.

“stop sexing up my daughter, spiderling. i’ll take out your suit’s built-in heater.”

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, mr. stark,” peter sputtered.

you giggled at his immediate change in attitude. leaning in, you murmured into his ear. “me, you, my bedroom, nine pm. i’d like that thorough tour.”

neither of you were sure if the offer was genuine.

--

sam had invited the team to a backyard party with his family, but not without warning everybody to watch their language around the kids. (it was an empty threat; everyone knew sam would be the first to slip up.)

you were “chatting” with a little kid; in other words, nodding along as they infodumped about cretaceous period with surprising expertise for a 5 year old.

you felt a poke in your side and screamed embarrassingly loudly. peter stared at you for a second, cheeks puffing and lips pinching together, before he burst into laughter. spit went flying all over your face.

“ew, you nasty! eugh,” you made a big deal of it. looking at the kid, you pointed at peter. “c’mon, let’s attack him! like a… brachiosaurus!”

the kid looked at you disdainfully. “the brachiosaurus was a herbivore, idiot. and it lived during the jurassic era, not the cretaceous period.”

your jaw dropped at the child’s betrayal. the mini-paleontologist toddled away, leaving you and peter dumbfounded.

“i sure missed a lot,” peter gaped.

“i- apparently, yeah.” you tucked your head into peter’s shoulder, fiddling with your empty plate. conversation buzzed steadily around you, but you and peter only cared about each other.

the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching as sam teased his sister and as wanda was unsuccessfully trying to teach bucky how to use a pair of tongs. (bucky insisted that his vibranium hand could do the same job.)

“so, how many of those things have you eaten?” peter pointed his chin towards your empty plate.

“uh, approximately four.”

peter nodded approvingly. “four’s pretty good. you still hungry though? i could go for some food right now.”

you smiled evilly, untangling yourself from peter. “oh petie… i’m always hungry. i was skeptical at first, but damn, do these barbeque grilled fetuses hit. they’re gluten free, i think.” 

you stood up and yelled over the table to sam. “hey, are these things gluten free?” you pointed to where wanda and bucky were tussling over the grill.

sam looked at you incredulously. “no?” 

you turned back to peter. “well, you heard the man. at least they’re ethically sourced, though. better eat up quick, before roe v. wade gets overturned. fuck scotus.”

“yeah, fuck scotus. i’m all for womens’ sexual liberation. anyway, once you’re done, can you fuck me too?” peter deadpanned.

you choked. “oh, wow. you got me that time. i concede. i-”

--

“so, what’ja do for your art project?” you and peter were entwined on a common area armchair, you resting casually on peter’s lap with one hand pressed to his chest and peter’s arms pulling you even closer to his body.

“i made a collage of my feet pics.”

“huh.” you nuzzled your nose into the collar of peter’s shirt, taking a deep inhale of his cologne (his actual cologne, not his au naturale body odor). “for free?”

“what?” peter, much like everybody else in the room (who were all clearly listening but pretending not to.)

“i mean, you’re showing your feet pics for free? you’re spiderman, pete. you could charge so much for them. here, you can use my onlyfans account.” you began to pull out your phone.

“DAUGHTER?” tony roared from the couch diagonal to the two of you. whoops.

“…father?”

“can somebody tell me why my pure, uncorrupted, virtuous daughter is in the lap of a hormonal, horny teenage boy? god knows what the white sticky stuff actually is…” tony cursed under his breath. “and would somebody like to explain why the words onlyfans, peter parker, and feet pics are being used in the same sentence and coming out of my daughter’s mouth?” 

you cringed at all the innuendos (intentional and unintentional) that tony had just dropped in front of nearly the entire team.

bruce choked on the sandwich he was eagerly chowing into. natasha choked on air. wanda was biting back a mischievous smile and steve looked like he was about to faint.

bucky leaned over to sam and loudly whispered, “what’s an onlyfans?”

--

friday rolled around, which meant it was time for the avengers’ weekly family bonding event. this week, it was movie night. wanda and natasha were clapping enthusiastically as sam and bucky danced along to the jingle bell rock winter talent show performance, which meant you and peter could snuggle up to each other and converse freely without fear of being overheard.

peter’s head was in your lap, and you were mindlessly scratching and tugging at his curls as you smiled at your teammates’ antics. even from this odd, unflattering angle, peter couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. the television screen illuminated your face and made your eyes sparkle more than they usually did. and he had the perfect view of your lips—so soft, sensual, always containing such happiness, always begging to be kissed…

“hey bug?” you looked down at peter, smiling softly with the look you seemed to only reserve for him.

“hi,” peter whispered breathlessly, heart racing at the nickname. the corners of his eyes crinkled in the way that seemed to be only reserved for you.

“uh, this might be a- a little forward, but what are your weekend plans, ‘cause-”

“homicide.”

“excuse me?” you squinted at peter.

“you heard me. this weekend, i plan on committing homicide.”

you sniffed, a little disappointed in where the conversation had gone but willing to play along nevertheless.

“that’s it?”

“what do you mean, that’s it? what are you doing?”

you smirked deviously. “UR MOM!” you burst into a fit of giggles that peter found adorable, so he couldn’t stop himself from laughing with you.

“my mom- my mom’s dead!” he said through cackles.

the two of you looked at each other and only laughed harder, garnering the attention of the rest of the team. 

wanda opened her mouth to speak, but tony was too quick.

“alright, this has been going on for too long. peter, off of my daughter. daughter, off from… underneath the kid.” he cursed. “god, that sounds so wrong.”

“what?” you questioned, genuinely confused at what the issue was.

peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a warm pink crawling up his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

“what? the problem is, you two are discussing matricide in front of a team of superheroes, not to mention practically dry-humping each other in a public space! not that it would be acceptable in a private space, but you get what i mean,” tony gritted.

“while we’re at it, can we talk about how your daughter has a stash of breast milk? and peter has menstrual blood? where do you even get the menstrual blood, peter?” natasha shook her head before gasping in horror. “it’s not- it’s not hers, is it?”

you waved your hands. “no, ew, gross! on the plus side, if it were hypothetically mine, that would mean i’m not pregnant.”

tony glared at you, finger in the air pointing shakily at your chest.

“okay, am i the only person who’s worried about the murder bit? because i’m pretty sure the kids were talking about cannibalizing dead fetuses at the party i threw last weekend—”

tony shrieked. “excuse me? you just said you weren’t pregnant, missy. where are you getting the fetuses from?”

“i said, hypothetically, but anyway-”

tony slapped himself in the face a few times. “god, this is why we need to stock up on condoms around here. do you guys even have sex ed in school? i don’t care if the two of you,” he waved a finger between you and peter, “are doing the deed—wait no, i do—but please tell me you’ve had the banana demonstration.”

“tony, i think the kids are quite a nice couple,” steve chimed in bravely. tony spun around and gave him a withering glare, but the supersoldier didn’t back down. “i said what i said. well, peter should definitely shower more, three weeks is criminally disgusting, but other than that, they’re good for each other.”

wanda nodded seriously. “i can hear both of them thinking about jumping each others’ bones every time i see them together. it’s kind of annoying, actually. so if you just let them fuck, my mind would greatly appreciate that.”

bruce sighed. “the sexual tension is so obvious that david attenborough doesn’t even need to narrate it for me to identify it. it’s like when those two whales were mating…”

tony dragged his hands down his face, overwhelmed. you and peter’s hands had found their way closer to each other, despite your bodies being a modest distance apart, and your pinkies intertwined reassuringly.

“care to explain?” tony waved his hands around. “the sexual tension bit? the cannibalism? the feet fetishes? just… anything?”

“it was a joke, i swear, mr. stark!” peter jabbered desperately. “it’s… a game we play. where we try and come up with the most ridiculous conversations and then just keep it going.”

you nodded furiously. “right! and i’m totally the winner. none of it was real. plus, friday would have alerted you if i ever made an onlyfans account.”

tony stroked his chin contemplatively. “so, the sexual tension bit? that was also a joke?”

peter opened his mouth, “ye-”

you opened your mouth, “no!”

the two of you gaped at each other.

“what we mean to say is, no, it’s not a joke! yes, there is… sexual tension.” you widened your eyes at peter pleadingly.

tony mumbled angrily to himself, pacing the room as the avengers watched the live-action reality tv unfold before them.

“is there really sexual tension between is?” peter hissed at you.

“uh, yeah. unless you were being serious about wanting to thoroughly fuck me and also fuck me after i went through the entire supreme court, then no, that would just be flat-out sexual.”

peter pursed his lips. “right, okay then. you’re right. there is sexual tension between us.”

you mock pouted. “so you’re saying you don’t want to thoroughly fuck me?”

peter turned bright red just as tony turned to the two of you, who had gotten much closer to each other in the time that he’d been worrying.

“gross! i’m getting secondhand cooties. whatever, you guys go have a play date or something. just… please be more classy than cady and aaron, dear god. the teenage foolery in this movie is actually-” tony shuddered, unable to express himself with words.

“i’m still interested in the property, y’know?” you whispered.

“well then, can i extend another real estate tour offer?”

“absolutely. and i will gladly take you up on that offer.”

you took peter’s hand, the two of you giggling madly as you raced and slipped down the hall towards your bedroom. you heard tony groaning and whining from the common room before he shouted, “keep it pg-13 in there!”

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“my strange addiction”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· killing someone is nothing new to lucci, so it's definitely not a problem to him if he had to kill everyone just to make you his..

⠀⠀➧ fluff | yandere!r. lucci × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — contains yandere themes, (graphic depiction of-) violence, and (mention of, and-) deaths (of minor characters.) get out of this fic if you're uncomfortable with these. mistakes and swearing are present too.

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⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “my strange addiction,” which is a writing special i made to celebrate this account reaching 500+ followers.

reqested by: anonymous — thanks, anon! i hope you like this, even though it's short.....!

by continuing, you consent into reading this oneshot fanfic which contains yandere themes, violence, and death/s. if uncomfortable with these topics, please don't read this fic. also, do not go blaming me, i gave you a warning.

Rob Lucci is a man who had no qualms in killing people, especially when he will be drawing blood if it is the only way he can have you to himself.

“Hey, thanks for sending me home. I appreciate it real lots, since there is this killer going around in our town..” You thanked your acquaintance who hummed, before bidding their goodbye.

“No prob, Y/n. If it's what will make you feel safer.” They chirped, rubbing your head as a tiny blush crept up their face, “Anyway, I'll be going now, take care, m'kay?”

“Yes, I'll do that. And you too, take care on your way.” Waving goodbye, you watched them leave before going back in your home—not knowing that...

“Why hello there.” A voice greets, owned by no other than Rob Lucci who seeped out of the dark, greeting your friend who got shivers down their spine by this man.

“...U..Uh, hey. You're.. Rob Lucci, an acquaintance of Y/n, correct?” They muttered, rubbing the back of their head as Lucci hummed, nodding his head.

“That's right.. Anyway, could you do me a favor?” Lucci asks with his hands stuffed on his pockets, calmly approaching your other friend who gulped, frozen in place as they nod. “..Eh, uhm... Sure? What is it though..?”

Loosing up, they then sighed, waiting for Lucci's favor, which is— “Die.”

Swiftly taking them by their collar, Lucci then slammed them against a wall, bashing their skull, killing them in a rather bloody, and brutal way—so Lucci-like.

“Mhm.. Like the previous ones, you don't put up a fight, though I admire your courage for trying to take Y/n from me.” Huffed the raven-haired male, a small snicker escaping his lips, having no remorse at all for his vile crimes, because in his mind...

They deserved it, for even thinking that they had a chance against him on winning you over..

“L..Lucci, the killer got another of my friends even—even though they.. They didn't do anything wrong..!!” You cried, weeping on Lucci's shoulder as he sighed, rubbing your back, comforting you as if he wasn't the one who killed your dear friends.

“...I..I'm scared, what if.. What if they take you next? Please, Lucci, don't leave me too, so please stay safe..” You sniffled, looking up to the man's face that lit up.

“Don't worry, Y/n. I won't leave you like they did. I'll be by your side, forever.” Lucci whispers, letting your head rest on his chest that encased his pounding heart, feeling that he finally won you..

© butterfluffy 2022

[earthtooz]

omgomg hi i literally love every single thing u post esp the dr ratio content we r getting recently (we are being ABSOLUTELY FED and i'm FERAL for ur characterisation of him)

if u dont mind sharing do u have any tips for new bloggers(?) tumblr writers(?) to grow platforms 😔😔 i myself have posted a couple of things but they aren't gaining much traction 😔

first of all, thank yew anon!! 🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️ much love, i’m very happy that you’re enjoying my dr ratio content because tbh… it’s not going to stop HAHAH he is here to stay.

second of all, i’ve been here for almost three years so i hope i have some good tips to share 😔 they are below the cut !!

everything on this list is targeted at gaining traction with likes and reblogs rather than focusing on your writing!! pls keep that in mind ;o

1. blog layouts and post layouts.

generally speaking, if a reader is scrolling through the tags, the first impression they get of your fic is how neatly it is laid out. a more aesthetically pleasing layout is always going to capture someone’s attention, regardless of the story.

take a scroll through the tags and maybe find inspiration (don’t steal layouts!) as to how some writers have arranged theirs. normally it incorporates a cute banner/picture with a/n’s or warnings.

also, this may just be personal taste, but don’t post your fic in small text. small text fics are the ones i get turned off the most because i… don’t want my eyes to hurt 😔😔 simple as that 😔😔 even if the synopsis sounds great, i want to see your story in full, not in tiny!!

2. write broader and more cliché tropes at first

i just wanted to reiterate again, this post is not to help you improve your writing quality (bc mine is still ass lol). from when i was still starting out on tumblr and trying to get a following, i think i focused quite a bit on writing tropes that i know everyone will enjoy.

these generally are like the cliché ones, like hurt/comfort, sleeping on the couch, being clingy or whatever, just fluffy stories that you find everywhere.

for example, in 2021, i wrote jujutsu kaisen headcanons of you sleeping on the couch and like… that fic is still getting notes to this day (to my chagrin). so the more cliché, or fluffier, the stories you write, the better.

(MINORS LOOK AWAY, as an sfw writer, i wont sit here and act like people don’t enjoy nsfw though, so if you’re capable of doing so AND OF AGE, then why not try your hand 🤣🤣)

3. long fics and stories that take a lot of effort

despite how many short blurbs you may see in the tags on tumblr, a lot of people do enjoy long fics (me included!). people love their long fics with classic tropes interwoven throughout.

ofc, use the tags as they are the medium that you’ll be guaranteed interaction! i don’t think i need to tell anyone that anymore LUL

but these tips are the ones i have conjured off the top of my head. whether or not you choose to listen is completely up to you, but i wholeheartedly believe rule 1 is one to follow, no matter what. rule 2 is a great one to implement, and rule 3 is just bc i love reading long fics, as with a lot of other readers!

i hope this post has been helpful even just slightly :) thank you for your ask, anon! and i wish you much luck for your writing journey 🍀

[stars-and-blackholes]

saw a post that said "pete writing songs abt his bandmate for the past 20 years" and all the petricks were reposting like u guys r doing the same thibg why r we getting hate theres like kinda legit evidence to our case here

anon don’t even get me started because I ascend to fast onto my soapbox that I trip and sprain my ankle

THIS IS WHAT TRULY GETS ME. They will turn around and do the same exact shit they bitch at us for doing. It’s blatant hypocrisy. Not to mention, they complain about Petekey more than we even talk about it ourselves… have you seen how dead our tag is? Like????? It’s such bully behavior. We stay in our own tag and yet still people find ways to make fun of us or act hateful. Over a SHIP, mind you. Tfw you have a superiority complex over rpf like pack it up at that point.

These people also love to post screenshots of Petekeyers doing stuff they deem cringe and then mock them on Twitter😬dreading the day I get posted bc I dared say a song was about Mikey (they actually mass harassed me once bc I decided to call people out for how they talked about us and they all got so nasty with me I had multiple panic attacks that day).

Also you want a wild peterick person story? I got you lol get your popcorn. So there was this one on Twitter and they legit started having a meltdown bc a peterick fic they were reading featured Petekey💀 I’m talkin like they tweeted about how they had acid in the back of their throat over it LMAOOOOOO imagine if one of us acted like that. We would’ve gotten made fun of so bad. And yet no one said anything. I wonder why. The same person pissed me off bad too. You know what they said? That Fourth of July and doldrums were about Patrick. I had to restrain myself so bad. They are determined to not let us have anything

My petty theory is that they don’t like Petekey bc there’s a high chance it was actually real unlike their ship💀

[chaotictarlos]

I’ve always dreamed of me and you, now here we are

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tag: Secret Dating AU, Social Worker!Carlos Reyes, Professor TK Strand, ex's to lovers, warnings to be added, smut in later chapters

Summary: It's a tale as old as time, meeting the right person but during the wrong time of life. TK Strand and Carlos Reyes dated in college but parted ways when they graduated, not knowing they would ever see each other again. Six years later, Carlos is working as a social worker in Travis County and TK has just accepted a position as a professor at The University of Texas at Austin. They run into each other when a mutual friend invited TK out for the evening.

Authors Note: Thank you to @noxsoulmate for beta'ing for me. I hope you guys are enjoying this fic as much as I am! Leave me a comment and check out my season 4 Fics!

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

C H A P T E R F O U R

Carlos needs to get laid.

That’s what he decides a few weeks later after spending three nights a week in close proximity to TK and having his body do funny things with the other man being so near. He also just needs a break because the past three days at work had him breaking up a half of dozen families, and taking kids who didn’t understand why they couldn’t stay with mommy and daddy away from the only homes they’ve known.

He loves his job, but it breaks his heart to see kids neglected and crying for the parents who couldn’t care less. It’s always so hard to explain to a four-year-old that mommy and daddy are too high - or one of the other hundred reasons - to take care of them. A lot of the children he has to take away and place in foster care aren’t old enough to understand why, even when he explains it, and those who do understand have more than often been through it a few times and know what to expect. That doesn’t make it any easier, those are the cases that often hit him the hardest.

He often wishes that he would get the chance to reunite families more than tear them apart.

Unfortunately, a lot of people who have kids never really wanted kids. 

So, to brush off the week and the seemingly constant presence of TK, he decides that he needs to get laid. 

He deserves to get laid.

READ ON AO3

tags: @strangefurychaoss @ronensass @sapphire11 @first-kanaphan @angeltk @noxsoulmate  @beautifulhigh @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @thebumblecee @mooshkat @importantbailiffpaperpony @cowlos-reyes @paper-storm @kiloskywalker

[jensettermandu]

Hii you dont have to reply to this cuz i dont wanna to stir up any further issues but i just hope you read this pls but no offense to anyone and i understand why this happened // the poll but why are ppl being mean to the gpidol loseridol anons..? they ask for stufftoo and the person just asked for one thing why is it a big issue they act like they’re the ones writing the fics, if you as the writer dont have an issue with it why do they? sorry i just dont like how mean they r being in your anons and i mean no offense at all but its so unnecessary, sheesh let ppl ask for stuff too and im so sorry you even havevto deal with this shit.. you just wanna write and make ppl feel included but the anons are making it feel like YOU have an issue with it and ik you dont but it feels so secluded and even i get too nervous to ask you for a request im just really sorry, you’re amazing and your writing makes a lot of ppl very happy including me cause of how good it is and you genuinely dont deserve this shit over a poll or for simply including others in your work :/ if you read all this thank u, i have been an og from wattpad and i genuinely appreciate you and your work and i adore it, but i hope its not too much for you atp with how much people want sm from you already thank u for giving us the work you create <3

thank you, you're so sweet babe

i just think it's cause i've gotten so many gp idol requests that people feel like i might leave gp reader behind which is not happening since i enjoy both equally (gxg too) i am just trying to make everyone feel included with this which takes a lot more than having a blog that focuses on one thing specifically. that's part of why i chose to do a poll rather than choose myself what i will write. like just a week ago i was only writing for jennie and here i am writing for more than her

and for the bash of loser idol, i get that everyone has their preferences 'cause i do too, BUT do not be shy to send in more requests for these things since i do not mind writing these prompts and stuff such as loser idol and whatnot. please do not take anything anyone has sent to heart and whatever isn't of your taste just ignore it and stay for what you like <3 I DO NOT THINK IT SHOULD MATTER WHAT THE REST OF MY FOLLOWERS THINK OF IT SINCE I AM THE ONE WRITING AND SHOULD BE COMFY WITH DOING IT WHICH I AM. period.

despite the little conflict that happened, i am trying to make this a place where all of you can request whatever you want without needing to feel nervous about it (you are anonymous for a reason) if it happens that i do not want to write it, i will either just ignore it or politely decline it

[queeenpersephone]

I know you already wrote Endgame by taylor for tonynat buuut how about something inspired by "you've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks so here's the truth from my red lips"? love your writing <3

hi love! so you're right, i did, and so i'm going to answer your prompt in a roundabout way (by spoiling that fic a little) hope you don't mind! here's part one of my end game fic <3

one.

O U R P R E S E N T F U T U R I S T

By Karen Page

“Mr. Stark, thank you for joining me this morning.”

The man himself, Anthony Edward Stark, sits across from me, legs crossed. His suit is neatly pressed, his hair perfect. There is a faint bruise along his jaw, but considering his latest fight is available on YouTube, I have no need to ask. He is riding on an immense victory of another kind, the revised Sokovia Accords having just been successfully pushed through the UN.

“The pleasure is all yours,” he snarks, but a quick grin that quirks at the edge of his mouth tells me it is in jest. The words are flirty, but his eyes stay either on mine or on his phone, which fills up with more messages every minute - I feel almost guilty keeping him, a feeling that I assure you is unfamiliar. It is almost surreal to be with the man who, for better or worse, ushered in the era of public superheroes in which we now live. I tell him so.

He doesn’t look surprised, instead giving me a wry, self-deprecating grin. “That sounds cool, doesn’t it? Really, I just can’t keep my damn mouth shut.”

“You have said a lot of controversial things over the years.”

Tony laughs, and it is contagious. I can’t help but smile back. “Yeah, well put me down as on the straight and narrow, will you?”

The Accords, I know, have to be a sore point, but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t mention them. “You were the first signer of the Sokovia Accords. Do you ever regret the ‘straight and narrow,’ as you put it?”

Tony straightens a little, but his cool confidence remains. “The Accords have been subjected to a very thorough revising process, managed by two people I’d trust with my life.” He pauses, and I let him. “There are a lot of things I won’t say,” he tells me finally, “but no, I don’t regret it. We have a responsibility, and however we can fulfill it… well…”

“What do you mean?”

Tony thinks, then a soft smile crosses his face. “If we have one hand on the wheel,” he says, a level to his tone that makes me think he is quoting someone, “we can still steer.”

I decide to act on my hunch. “Your words?”

“Good catch,” he laughs. “No, the words of a woman far wiser than me.” He fumbles a little with his hands, twisting a plain, black ring on his fifth finger.

“And how is Miss Romanoff?” My hunches have not failed me yet. “Is she in the city?”

I am asking, of course, about his famous partner, the Black Widow. After a very public kiss on the tails of the Accords announcement, the media has been going crazy to discover the hows, whens, and whys of the whole affair. Details of their relationship are extremely rare, so I resolve to tread carefully.

“That’s classified,” he jokes, and though it is said as a joke, I also think it was the most serious thing he has said in the interview thus far. I would bet money that this man would not reveal his girlfriend’s location, even under the most extreme torture.

It’s clear that this line of investigation is not going to go anywhere, so I switch tracks. “How are these Accords different from the original documents, Mr. Stark?”

He just raises an eyebrow. “Read them, if you want to know,” he brushes off. Then he leans forward. “I care about my team - we’re gonna stick together because you never know when we’ll be needed. And that would be impossible with the way the Accords were written before the revisions.”

I nod. This isn’t new information. Many suspect that Tony Stark takes every opportunity to tell the public that the Avengers are needed, whole and ready to protect the Earth, so that his lost team members will know they are welcome back whenever they are ready.

“And are the Avengers ready? If they are needed?”

I don’t know why I expected Stark to take a while to answer this question, but it surprises me when he abandons his glances at his still-blowing-up phone, looking me straight in the eyes. I don’t even have written notes from this portion of the interview. I was completely captured by the man in front of me. He seems larger than life.

“The Avengers will always come together to defend the Earth. No matter how difficult it is. That’s the end game.” He leans back, and I do the same, released from that intensity, letting out an obvious exhale. Tony Stark just smirks, and in that moment, I realize that the Black Widow must be the only one who could ever handle him.

Still, he grins at me, and I smile back, immediately at ease when he wants me to be. “But my job is to make it as easy as possible. Thank you, Ms. Page.”

I know a dismissal when I hear one. And, without protest (which is very unlike me), I stand up and go.

(read more on page 4)

[dreamsculptor]

A post about what I’ve been doing, and how I’ve been doing:

I got a job around July of last year. It’s right around the block from where I live, so I have essentially no difficulty showing up for my shifts. On top of that, the people I work with are all completely delightful and constantly show me that they care about me and my well-being, co-workers and managers alike.

To drive home the fact: my birthday passed in February. I requested my birthday off, and I got it, but when I came back to work for my next shift, my executive chef had literally bought a cake for me. After I got off my break and returned to the line, there was the Minions birthday song playing on the speakers. ( 😭 ) But my chef was standing at my station with the cake and candles in it for me.

My assistant general manager had also put a candle in a Hostess cupcake and brought it to me mid-rush as a gift:

I had a party on my birthday - which only about 4 or 5 of my friends were able to attend, but I’m grateful they did - and one of my coworkers gave me his two favorite books, Into the Magic Shop and The Obstacle is the Way. I finished ITMS recently and it was so outstanding it made me cry on numerous occasions. I have yet to start TOITW. I see why ITMS is one of his favorites, and I look forward to reading TOITW. I overwhelmingly recommend reading Into the Magic Shop (author James R. Doty, MD).

Do you remember Avery? and Mokushi? The story that Avery was originally part of has been slightly overhauled, and the previous owner of Mokushi transferred ownership of her to me. I’ve expanded the rest of the “TARDUS Crew” with 3 new characters - Renatas Monte, Emil Oberto, and Hường Hoa. I’ve started working on a few little pieces of writing for the TARDUS story itself, which can be found on the site, but I also expanded into Fallout 4 AU territory with “To Change and Not to Change” (subtitle What Grief Does to People, for the ridiculous acronym TCANTCWGDTP) which I have gotten heavily invested in. The stories of Mokushi, Emil, and Danse are outlined, and I have yet to write out Avery’s story. Hường also comes into play in Mokushi’s story, and I have plans to write out Mokushi and Hường’s initial meeting.

(Footnote for TARDUS/TCANTC: There’s an ‘incorrect quotes’ page on the TARDUS site. Very fun to read, and offers a quick depiction of the relationships between the characters/how they tend to interact with each other. “K” stands for me, Kepler, because I’m funny.)

All in all, only outlines taken into account, I have written ~7,500 words for TCANTC. I have also drawn a comic titled “Medical Attention” for one of the events in TCANTC, as well as a 3-chapter, ~8k word fic following TCANTC’s version of the Blind Betrayal quest from Fallout 4. It is available to read on my website, and also hosted on Archive of Our Own. (Don’t @ me, it’s still one of the best-constructed and high-traffic writing sites on the internet.) I’ve also commissioned Moth to build a site for me, which looks amazing - it can be found at a sub-link of his Neocities, here.

I’ve stayed close with a few of my friends from Tumblr, like Moth and Apollo. A few others have hovered around though I haven’t stayed in extensive close contact with them, like Hero, Isadora, and Jay. I’ve also made a variety of new friends, such as Capt, Xeno, Clymene, Shiny, and Hacksick. I’ve been spending a lot of time talking to - and doing writing sprints with - some slightly older, more experienced writers, who I will not name to maintain their anonymity. They don’t face publicly on the internet, and I expect they would appreciate me upholding that. I’ve also been making friends with my neighbors and the people in my community - who I also will not name, for my safety and their privacy. If I didn’t name-drop you directly, and you expected to be here - sorry! There’s a whole lot of people that come in and out, or who pop up for a conversation or two every once in a while, and I appreciate you just the same. ❤️

I also broke up with and cut off my ex-girlfriend who I mentioned at times in the past. She still lives near me, which I loathe, but I don’t cross paths with her very often, which I am grateful for. In her stead, I have been talking to and connecting with a variety of other trans people in my area. All around, it’s been good to fill my life with close friends and real people. I feel much more present, less isolated, much happier, and more fulfilled for it.

I have also been stepping up to do more volunteer work for the less fortunate people in my city and the surrounding area. There is a mission that I’ve started to work with weekly to distribute food to the homeless, and I personally take leftover food from work (that would normally get thrown away at the end of the day) to redistribute to the homeless people directly in my neighborhood.

The weather around here has also been steadily improving - less snow and more sunshine - and I look forward to when the days start getting warmer so I can return to rollerblading regularly. With my job being so close to my home (just about a mile), I greatly enjoy rollerblading to work when the weather permits. When the weather is too cold but the streets aren’t snowed over, I usually like to take an electric scooter. If there is snow outside, I tend to get a Lyft to work.

I also decided to make the bad wonderful decision to install Final Fantasy XIV, and I’ve sunk 80+ hours into it already. I’m completely taken with the story of it - though I haven’t even finished the storyline of A Realm Reborn (the ‘base game’) - and I greatly enjoy the photo mode that it offers. If anyone else plays FFXIV, I’m Syn Kepler on the Siren world on the Aether datacenter. I plan on making at least one more character, on a different datacenter, sometime in the future. It’s been a lot of fun.

I’ve especially fallen in love with Thancred Waters and Cid Garlond. My main character, Syn, is a male Au Ra with the height scale set to maximum, and everyone looks tiny compared to him. I love it. (Thancred is in the first picture, Cid in the second.)

All around, life has been good. Things have gotten weird at times, and pretty awful at others, but I find that they impact me much less nowadays. Even when I think about bad things, when I remember negative memories, when things go awry, the negative emotions I feel about them are an under-current compared to the joy of living my day to day life. I wake up in the mornings happy to start a new day, to talk to my friends, to see my co-workers, to work on the things that I love. The positives of my life, after 20+ years, finally outweigh the negatives. It makes me grateful that I survived the dozens of suicide attempts throughout my life, that I’ve finally made it to that ever-preached day that “it gets better.”

It really does get better. You might - if not most likely, will - suffer. Life will be shitty, sometimes. You’ll lose friends so close to you it makes you want to die, but after the fact, you will earn new friends that you find just as much joy with. Different changes in life will make different people happy - what made me happy was freedom, to move out of the South, to live on my own, to be able to cut and color my hair and dress all the ways that I want to. To live in a place that I do not constantly fear for my safety as a transgender, gender-non-conforming, nonbinary person. To work with people who accept me at face value and don’t harass me for being transgender, who don’t say transphobic things to my face and behind my back. To work in the kitchen, and not in the dining, to not deal with customers - who have often also been the perpetrators of harassment in the past.

I’ve updated my blog themes to contain the lyrics to Sunshine by Atmosphere (YouTube, Spotify) because it wonderfully reflects the joy I finally have in life.

In the words of Slug (the MC of Atmosphere), whom I love so dearly:

Every day that gets to pass is a success.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

A list of albums I’ve found and loved (Spotify links only):

Fight With Tools - FLOBOTS Cardboard Castles - Watsky When Life Gives You Lemons - Atmosphere God Loves Ugly - Atmosphere Knew School - Knowmads Prohibition Swing - Lyre Le Temps Power in Numbers - Jurassic 5 This Is How We Get Better - The Narcissist Cookbook

[sunlightandsuffering]

I love the way you write Mikasa in you fics like Switch. A lot of people tend to write Mikasa in modern au's very similar to how she is in canon. When in my opinion based on how she acts before her parents are killed and in the lost girls ova I think without the trauma Mikasa would be a very different girl. We saw how since she lived an isolated childhood just with her parents she was very naive and innocent. So in modern au's I like to imagine her personality being like that, as well as bit ditsy, and of course very clingy and dependant on Eren, who's very loud and dominant personality gives her something to hold onto and guide her. A lot like how Armin got accused of being too clingy to Eren in canon I imagine Mikasa being like that in au's. I love the way you write her being whiny, clingy or bratty which are characteristics other writers tend to stay away from when it comes to her but I see it as very natural in a normal setting. I love bimbo Mikasa who is a bit too naive and innocent for her own good, latches onto Eren a lot and depends on him to make decisions and look after her in various ways, get bratty when she's not receiving enough attention from her favorite person and get petty and jealous when other girls are close to Eren. It's nice seeing Mikasa being a typical girly girl who's biggest concerns are boy troubles because it's a life she'd never be able to live in canon which is why it's so refreshing and comforting to read in fics. Anyways basically thank you for your amazing Eremika fics and how cute, lovable and relatable you write Mikasa! ❤

WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS ASK!!! ANON UR SO SWEET IM SO HAPPY U LIKE SWITCH MIKASA!!! 💗💗

but omg yessss I love ditzy Mikasa!! I really write her for exactly this reason, there's such a lack of her out there and it's honestly such a fun concept to play around with! Especially bc I also totally agree with u, I think it's more possible than a lot of ppl think, like she totally could have grown up exactly this way, completely sheltered and with Eren as her only means of connection with the outside world. I can just see it, her being all excited bc the Yeager boy is coming over, she's always pumped to see him, they play together, and as they grow older it turns a little more R rated, they see each other without their parents now, go on dates, fall in love, it's always been Mikasa for Erena nd vice versa. But she'd be so sheltered, Eren would really be her whole world, and she'd love it. And She'd totally be sweet and innocent and Eren wouldn't take advantage per se, but he'd definitely be all over her lol, there's not gonna be any other men sniffing around his girl. Absolutely not. And in Switch it's just so fun, like the manipulation, the teasing and the sexual tension, I love that dynamic lol!!

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm so glad u like her!!!! ❤️❤️

[enhaheeseung]

I'm enjoying it! I've been writing since May, but decided to write on tumblr since Aug! But yea, it can be hard to put your thoughts into words, like it's really really hard 😭😭 especially when I'm not even a native English speaker, and bringing a whole baggage w me consisting of: grammar errors, awkward dialogues and etc. Sheesh, u know the feeling when u can't think of anything to write too, right! (Gotta read lots of dictionaries too🗿) and even the basics of the basics of writing 😩 NAH, I CANT GIVE UP. I LOVE TO WRITE, ITS ONE OF MY PASSIONS. YOU CANT GIVE UP TOO OKIE?

Just remember ur doing this for you! Just think of it as a whole fat heart lmao like this —> ♥️

And split it into half.. another half for the people who loves your stories aka people who u want to write for. And another half for yourself 🤗 , just keep that part of the heart only for urself. Write stories even regardless if it's smuts or not, the stories u wanna share is alrd special! and your wonderful anons, your future fans, and people that's gonna stay for you and your story, they'll all eventually grow big :D if I'm correct, ur followers r alrd 1,600 right? Or maybe I'm wrong 💀 excuse my weak ass memory. But still, ur fics is so awesome!! I luv them :)) have a nice day, president! 💗

Have a dose of Shion to shoo haters away~

No because same except I have the hardest time coming up with endings in the beginning it was really easy but now it’s hard and I have no idea why🫤

But yeah it’s tough but out your ideas for everyone to see especially when you feel like it’s not good enough and don’t even get me started on the research part it gives me a headache sometimes even though I’m a native English speaker it’s still hard to get grammar correct and it’s just overall a whole ass mess lmao🤣

Yeah I’m not sure of my current follower count but I know it’s 1600+ that’s all I know lol but I am going to continue to write and I also want to write more meaningful stories in the future and I hope I can really touch my readers with them I’ve been working really hard on my latest fics so I hope everyone enjoys them

Thank you so much for your encouragement it really keeps me motivated to keep going and don’t worry bestie your writing will improve even more over time it’s hard in the beginning but don’t stop cause before you know it you’ll be right where you want to be as a writer I never knew the impact my sorties could have on others but I’m so glad I stayed and worked hard to get better cause the pay off was definitely worth it

And everyone needs a shion in their life😌

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I LOVE U ARI. 🌖🌖 ALL YOUR HEADCANONS R SO CRAZY ACCURATE TO SUGURU AND I CAN SEE THEM ALL...!!! i love the way you tied all of his professions to key aspects of his character and his pure heart (it's pure to me. 😒)

if you are crazy about doctor geto you NEED TO SEE THIS https://x.com/lespretzo/status/1726479240571617365?s=46

this artist draws him so beautiful and tender and softly, i hope you like their art as much as i do (the only suguru ever). when i found this art last weekend i kept praying for doctor geto to come save me and treat my ailments and then i ended up breaking my spine and staying in the er... what a bad omen

ur mind with lawyer sugu... oh dear... oh lord.. the briefcase and the slicked back hair oh my legs are divor

ALSO ANGRY/STRESSED OUT GETO IS SO HWHHFKEHFJRJFJJEKDNMGMGNHHH but wish only happiness on him... he deserves peace after the jjk universe.. i have some reservations about him being lawyer just because my mom is one too, and i've seen how stressful it is and how aggressive people get but chef's kiss nontheless

wow your response hit every part of me... the medical and barista... omfg and teacher suguru is so real, idk if you've read this? one fic about (elementary school) teacher suguru who trips over a bunch of blocks when he first sees you because he's completely taken away by your beauty, oh my heart... i have such a soft spot for teachers too because they've just been very dear to my life and ugh. these headcanons broken my heart and strung every piece back together in the same breath IM SORRY FOR BEING DRAMATIC but your mind is insane

as for my own thoughts i don't have too many :') that's why i asked u! because i was sure that you would deliver. i asked my friends about it and we were all kinda lost and i'm happy i found your blog since we both love suguru and we can talk about him! yipee

and the hurt comfort fic coming soon WOOISHIGHIOOOOOOOO *screaming in hurt*

WAHHHHH I’M SO GLAD I HAVE YOUR APPROVAL 🌖 ANON…… 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

ty for asking such a fun question!! AND YES he DOES have a pure heart 😔😔😔 he’s just trying his best to do good!!! he’s a sweetie!!!!

i’ve seen that doctor geto art before hehe it’s just. SO good. i love the art style sm!! and you’re so real anon i too need suguru geto to tuck me into bed and treat me during a bout of illness </3 WDYM YOU BROKE YOUR SPINE THOUGH 😭😭 PJDKDBBD……. pls take care of yourself…. don’t trip over a flight of stars and die ok……… doctor!sugu will be so disappointed 😔😔

AND LAWYER!SUGU….. yeahh i also think it’d be soso stressful for him 😭 i can picture him having a higuruma-esque breakdown eventually…. because he wants to help people so badly but sometimes he just Can’t and that drives him nuts. poor bby….

AS FOR TEACHER!SUGU…….. my beloved mutual alexis wrote that elementary school fic and i love it SO much he’s so cute and pathetic in it <333 my absolute beloved <3333 teacher!geto is such a dork. i adore him. i have a big soft spot for teachers too!! :(( and sugu would be so perfect. 100% views all his students as his kids… he tries not to but like. he can’t help but grow so fond of them. may or may not get teary eyed when they graduate (they tease him for it relentlessly while sobbing their eyes out LMAO)

BUT YES THANK YOU AGAIN feel free to come to me w sugu questions whenever you’d like!! :3 i’ll try my best to assist….. AND . i’m so happy you’re hyped for the hurt/comfort fic !!!! i’ll try my best to feed sugu nation well!!!!!!