I'm in quite a few fandoms, but aren't we all? These are the fandoms I'm currently fiendin' for and their subsequent ships. If you don't see one that you'd like, feel free to ask anyway. I'm not picky, just like writing. If you see a ship you despise, well, don't be mean. 😅
I'm willing to do smut, fluff, angst...whatever you wanna throw at me. I'm more familiar with long form writing, but I'll do drabbles and headcanons and such, too.
Asks are open, so go crazy!
Oh, and one more thing before we get to the list, if you're a minor, please don't interact with my page. I obviously can't stop you from accessing my content, but, this is not going to be a family-friendly space, so just bear that in mind.
Anyway, without further ado...
FANDOMS
Mystic Messenger
Baldur's Gate 3
Sanders Sides
STANDALONE CHARACTERS
Kylo Ren
The Mandalorian
Ghostface
SHIPS
Jumin Han/Jihyun Kim (V)
707/Yoosung
Hyun Ryu (Zen)/Jumin Han
Poolverine
Any and all Sanders Sides ships
I'll also do X Reader content for anything you see up there.
Hopefully this is coherent. I'll keep the lists updated pretty frequently, but I wanted to start small.
Check out my Ao3 as well! There are FAR too many WIPs posted there, but, slow as I am, they WILL be updated.
Thanks for getting through this long post, and hopefully you'll enjoy what I have to offer!
Sukuna had never begged for anything in his life. Not money. Not forgiveness. Not help. Not even when he was twenty and working three jobs while trying to raise a screaming toddler who kept drawing on the walls with permanent marker while Choso slammed doors and screamed that he hated him.
Sukuna handled shit himself. Always. That was why this felt so wrong.
Why it felt like his ribs were cracking open every second you stared at him without saying anything. The apartment was dead quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows. You wouldn’t look at him.
That hurt worse than the yelling did.
Honestly, he wished you’d screamed.
Instead you just stood there near the kitchen counter with your arms wrapped around yourself like if you loosened them for even a second you’d fall apart.
“You done?” you asked quietly.
Sukuna swallowed. His throat actually fucking hurt.
“No.”
Your laugh came out broken. Small. “What else is there to say?”
Everything. Too much. Not enough.
The problem was Sukuna had never learned how to explain himself without sounding angry. Even now, his jaw was tight enough to crack teeth apart. His huge frame stood frozen near the front door like he didn’t know if he was allowed any closer.
Because he probably wasn’t. The image kept replaying in his head. You're calling him over and over. Him ignoring every single fucking call like an idiot. The bar and Yorozu hanging all over him.
His arm around her waist because he was drunk and pissed and stupid and wanted to hurt you after the fight.
And then your face when you walked in.
Jesus Christ.
He’d seen people die before and somehow that look still haunted him worse.
“I said I was sorry,” he muttered hoarsely.
You finally looked at him then. Red eyes. Wet cheeks. “Sorry doesn’t erase it.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” your voice cracked. “Because I don’t think you get it, Sukuna.”
His stomach twisted violently hearing his name like that.
Not Ryo.
Not even Ryomen.
Just Sukuna. Cold and distant, as if you were referring to a stranger.
“You embarrassed me,” you whispered. “You humiliated me.”
His chest caved inward.“I know.”
“You made me feel stupid for loving you.”
That one physically made him flinch, actually flinch. You noticed too because your face crumpled for half a second before hardening again. Good. He deserved it.
Sukuna dragged a hand down his face hard enough to redden the skin. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“That’s the problem.”
Silence.
The constant drum of rain, the sound of your uneven breathing. He couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t fucking breathe in it.
“You think I wanted her?” he snapped suddenly. “You think I looked at her like I look at you?”
“You had your hands all over her.”
“Because I was angry!”
“And that makes it better?!”
“No!” His voice thundered through the apartment before he caught himself. You stepped back instinctively, tbat nearly killed him. The second he noticed fear flash across your face he looked sick with himself.
“...fuck,” he whispered.
You wiped your eyes aggressively. “I think you should leave.”
“No.”
Your head jerked up. “No?” you repeated in disbelief.
“I’m not leaving till you hear me out.”
“There’s nothing to hear!”
“There is for me.” His voice cracked on the last word, actually cracked. You both froze. Sukuna looked almost startled by it himself, like his own desperation disgusted him. His fists clenched so hard his tattoos stretched over his knuckles.
“You think this is easy for me?” he asked quietly. “You think I know how to do this shit?”
“You should’ve thought about that before–”
“I know!” he barked.
Then softer, broken. “I know.”
God, he looked awful.
Not physically. Sukuna always looked intimidating no matter what. Six foot something of muscle and sharp edges and dark eyes.
But emotionally? He looked ruined. Hair messy from shoving his hands through it nonstop. Eyes bloodshot. Hoodie half soaked from the storm outside because apparently he hadn’t even bothered with an umbrella when he chased after you.
“You didn’t even come home,” you whispered.
His face twisted because that was the worst part. You’d waited for him, called him, texted him. And he’d ignored every single one because he’d been angry after your argument and wanted to “win.”
God, he hated himself.
“I know.”
“That whole night I thought maybe something happened to you.” Tears spilled faster now. “I was terrified.”
His breathing stuttered.
Then you laughed bitterly. “And then I walk in and see you with another girl.”
Sukuna looked like someone had punched him directly in the throat.
“She didn’t matter.”
“But I did,” you whispered. “And you still did it.”
That shut him up, because you were right. Completely right. The silence stretched so long it became unbearable.
Then finally–
“I don’t know how to lose you.”
Your eyes flickered. Sukuna stared at the floor like the words physically hurt to say. “I don’t know how to do that.”
His voice had gone rough. Not angry rough, raw rough.
“I’ve lost damn near everybody else in my life. Parents. Friends. People leave. Shit happens. Fine.” His jaw tightened. “But you…”
He looked at you finally.
And God.
You’d never seen him look afraid before. Not truly afraid.
“I can’t fucking do that with you.”
Your face wavered. Sukuna noticed immediately and stepped closer before stopping himself halfway like he didn’t trust his own body anymore.
“You’re all over this place,” he whispered desperately. “You’re in my routines. My brothers love you. Yuji asks for you before bed every damn night. Choso tells you shit he won’t tell me. Your stupid hair ties are all over my bathroom. Your coffee order’s stuck in my head permanently.”
He laughed once. Humorless. “I see somethin pink in a store and think of you automatically. That’s sick.”
A tear slid down your cheek.
“I fucked up,” he said shakily. “I know I did.” His breathing got uneven. “And I swear to God I’ll spend every day makin up for it if you let me.”
You stayed quiet. And that silence was making him unravel. Sukuna took another step forward, then another, until he was right there. Close enough that you could see his hands trembling.
Sukuna.
Trembling.
“I don’t know how to beg,” he admitted quietly. “So if I’m shit at this, that’s why.”
Your lips parted slightly. Then his voice dropped even lower.
“But please.”
The word sounded painful, like glass in his throat.
“Please don’t leave me over the worst mistake I ever made.”
You looked down immediately because your eyes filled too fast. Sukuna panicked. Actually panicked. His hands hovered near you before gripping his own wrists instead.
“Fuck– no, don’t cry, baby, please–”
“You made me cry!”
“I know, I know, I know–”
His words stumbled over each other desperately. You’d never seen him like this.
Never.
Sukuna was the kind of man who got angry when he got hurt. The kind that buried feelings so deep they turned poisonous.
But now? Now he looked like he was drowning right in front of you.
“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “I’ve been outside this apartment for an hour tryin to figure out how to make you stay.”
Your chest tightened painfully. “I almost didn’t come up,” he admitted. “Thought maybe you’d be happier if I disappeared.”
Your head snapped up immediately. “Don’t say that.”
His eyes softened instantly at your reaction. There you were, still caring, even now. That nearly destroyed him all over again.
“I love you,” he said suddenly.
You froze.
Sukuna almost never said it first. Almost never said it at all. But now the words were falling out of him uncontrollably.
“I love you so fucking much it makes me sick sometimes.” His voice shook. “You think I touched her because I wanted her? I did it because I knew it’d hurt you and I was angry and stupid and selfish.”
His face twisted in disgust at himself.
“And the second I saw your face I wanted to rip my own fucking arm off for touching her.”
Your breath hitched.
“I know sorry isn’t enough,” he whispered. “I know that.”
Then finally–
The thing that broke you completely.
Sukuna reached for your hand carefully. Tentatively, like he thought you might pull away. And when you didn’t? His entire body visibly sagged in relief.
“Please,” he whispered again. Not angry, not proud, just desperate.
“Tell me how to fix this.”
.
.
.
Will you forgive him?
I was listening to "Players Prayer" by Lloyd, and it inspired me to write something new. It’s definitely different from my usual style, but please thank the weather and the assignments and exams I have piled up for this weeeek :'( I'd honestly forgive sukuna bc i'm so downbad for him, but wat about u guuuys?
For those of you from outside the US or those of you who didn’t pay attention in government class, in the US senate there’s really no limit to the amount of time a senator can speak. So sometimes if they don’t want a bill to pass they just. Don’t stop talking. To hopefully get past the deadline to vote on a bill. This is called filibustering.
Senator Cory Booker isn’t doing that. He’s disrupting “the normal business of the United States Senate for as long as I am physically able”. Just in protest. This doesn’t usually happen.
