#I’m mr loverman

[evilyn-is-gay]

So… Solar’s death right guys?

Yknow SolarMoon?

… guess what song fits em 🥰

They’re so queer coded

Textless version under cut

I hope you cried pookies

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

while yes, I was in the jjk fandom for a bit before I was in the banana fish fandom, but I’ll never forgive them (us??) for stealing Mr Loverman from ash and eiji

[rain-is-cool]

GUYS HEAR ME OUT

TEADUO WITH THIS SONG‼️‼️‼️‼️⬆️⬆️⬆️

[twurger]

Kagami, I will literally sell you my soul so you bring Narumi back.

[kavehater]

When I’m so sad I can hardly open my eyes from the weight of everything I just know mr loverman is gonna come in clutch ‼️

[faithfulren]

mr. loverman

izuku midoriya has always been the pillar of hope and courage. but even heroes have their moments of vulnerability.

based on the song 'mr. loverman by ricky montgomery'

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the hero society had its golden boy, izuku midoriya, the symbol of peace in training. to the world, he was the epitome of bravery and selflessness. but to you, he was simply izuku, the boy who loved too hard and carried too many burdens.

the dormitory was unusually quiet that night. the moonlight cast a somber glow through the window as you walked down the hallway. you paused in front of Izuku’s door, hesitating.

you knocked softly. “izuku? can i come in?”

his voice, usually so full of life, sounded hollow. “yeah, come in.”

you pushed the door open to find him sitting on his bed, eyes red-rimmed and glassy. he clutched a photo frame, his fingers tracing the outline of the picture inside. it was a photo of him with his mother, back when things were simpler, back when he didn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“are you okay?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

izuku looked up at you, forcing a small, sad smile. “just…thinking.”

you sat beside him, close enough to offer comfort but far enough to give him space. “about what?”

he sighed, the sound heavy with unshed tears. “everything. being a hero, protecting everyone…sometimes it feels like too much. like I’m drowning.”

your heart ached for him. you reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “you don’t have to carry it all alone, izuku. we’re all here for you.”

he shook his head, his eyes filling with tears. “but i’m the one who has to be strong. i’m the one who’s supposed to save everyone. what if i can’t?”

“izuku, it’s okay to feel like this. it’s okay to not be okay all the time,” you whispered, your own voice breaking.

he looked at you, vulnerability etched in every line of his face. “i’m scared,” he admitted. “i’m scared of failing, of losing everyone i care about. of losing you.”

"what am i supposed to do without you?"

your breath hitched. you had always been close, but this was the first time he had voiced such deep fears. “you won’t lose me, izuku. i promise.”

he broke then, sobbing quietly as you pulled him into your arms. you held him tightly, offering silent comfort as he let out all the pain he had been holding in.

“it’s okay,” you murmured, stroking his hair. “i’m here. i’ll always be here.”

in that moment, you vowed to be his anchor, his support. because even heroes needed someone to lean on.

the dawn was breaking when izuku finally fell asleep, exhaustion overtaking his grief. you stayed by his side, watching over him, your heart heavy but determined. you knew the road ahead would be tough, but you were ready to face it with him.

as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, you whispered a silent promise. “we’ll get through this together, izuku. i believe in you.”

the world might see him as a hero, but to you, he was more than that. he was izuku, the boy who loved deeply, who cared fiercely. and you would stand by him, no matter what.

[aimseytv]

this isnt an ask just a ramble i needed to get out about au sunship, i've never had tumblr before and im running on little sleep so this isnt going to be very coherent

But like the parallel between when guqqie felt guilty about getting aimsey to lie because they didn’t want acho to see them differently/yell at them vs aimsey getting angry that guqqie told michella about what hera did because aimsey didn’t want anyone to see guqqie negatively and yell at her (i can’t phrase things right) THESE SCENCES ARENT SIMILAR BUT THEY REMIND ME OF EACHOTHER SO MUCH LIKE KIND OF FORESHADOWING??

AIMSEY SAYING

“other people’s opinions… aren’t something we can control, ….. you need to not worry about what other people think of me…”

Guqqie “people shouldn’t judge you based on one action… i just want people to see that your good”

“…i just don’t think you should be so worried about the way people are gonna perceive me because at the end of the day their thoughts don’t really matter” 

and guqqie being like “they matter to me i want everyone to like you cause your great” 

“as long as you like me then i’m okay”

And this scene isn’t made like a very big deal but like it does matter obviously and then later after mr. loverman (before they see guqqs for the first time) aimsey doesn’t think guqqs likes it anymore and so like they feel like what everyone else always thought of him guqqie also thinks of him now (“youre just a demon”)

and then during the wall scene when aimsey is like did you tell michella and guqqies like yeah and aimseys upset because like 

“i didn’t want people to see you in the wrong way, guqqie!” 

“that’s not up to you!”

“yes it is! …..  i didn’t want people to see you the same way they saw me! i didn’t want it. i didn’t want it anymore. and i just didn’t want people to start making up these things and painting you in a terrible light-

people expect these things of me and they expect me to be this bad thing and i just didn’t want that to happen to you. i just didn’t want it ok…

if i told people that you beat me do you genuinely think people would just look at you and they would think that everything’s ok? No, they wouldn’t guqqie! they would see you differently. and i didn’t want that okay! i just didn’t want that! i just wanted things to be okay…”

so we’ve kind of known this whole time that aimsey really does care about what others think of him but they didn’t quite let on to it when guqqie was talking to her about it but during the wall scene we really see how much others seeing aimsey in a negative light has affected it and how much he’s been hurt by it to the point where they’re genuinely terrified of guqqie also having to go through that!! and just!!! They announcement has made me rewatch a lot of the vods/the ausunshipduo movie and im brain rotting about them but no one I know will listen to me ramble so i just needed this to go somewhere (sorry) ive reread this to see if it makes sense but my eyes hurt so idk if it does or not (im so sorry)

this is so sweet i read the entire thing :) glad you love ausmp gamer

[iik1llz]

` ` I’m Mr. Lover man. ` `

` ` And I miss my lover , man. ` `

2:52 ,, Mr . Loverman - Ricky Montgomery.

[jeankluv]

greetings! can you make a fluff gojo satoru story wherein on a random rest day, while smiling fondly at a busy satoru, admiring how amazing he is—being the strongest and all—you felt a pang in your heart as you thought of the big responsibility and burden he carries along with it. thinking how he never asked to be born with these heavy responsibilities wherein single mistake could cost a lot of lives. despite displaying his playful demeanor most of the time, you acknowledge and embrace his vulnerability and struggles. you praised, admire, praise, sympathized and praise him again. just gojo being reminded the reason why he loved you.

just a small plot i thought of inspired by the quote "it's his first time living too" while listening to mr. loverman, hehe. may i request kisses too. *heart hands* thank you!

I love when I get requests like this bc I love to write Gojo in this kind of situation 🥺

In fact I wrote a one shot, not long ago, similar to the request but only posted on ao3, you can check it here. But anyways, I wrote another one shot with your request, I hope you like it and enjoy it.

Let me be the strong one | Gojo Satoru

Words: 1,3K

Summary: The higher-ups had sent him on several missions in a row, without letting him rest, without letting him teach, they had simply thrown him into the field and let him fight on his own. Now for the first time in three weeks you saw him rest.

Tags: fluff, angst, domestic fluff, establish relationship, Satoru needs a hug, Satoru best boy, gn!reader, no use of y/n, pet names (honey, my love, ‘Toru), canon universe but spoilers free

jjk materialist

Your heart burned every time you saw him enter the door, sometimes almost falling to his knees due to the accumulated fatigue that his brain and body carried on top of him.

Gojo Satoru was the strongest, considered by many a God, someone superior. After all he was the one who had brought balance to the world with the simple birth of him. The one born with the six eyes and the infinity.

Sometimes you wish you could take it away from him, to be able to take away infinity and the six eyes, that he could live without that burden on his shoulders, without that duty that he never asked for. That he didn't have to hide his gaze behind a dark bandage. You wanted to take it away and just have it be Satoru. That he could rest and enjoy the things he liked.

You sat in the armchair that was on one side and watched how his chest rose and fell calmly and how his face was illuminated by the rays of the sun that filtered through your window, making his hair and white eyelashes stand out even more.

You loved that man so much, you were crazy in love with him and you have been ever since your high school years. You were not a special grader, you weren’t even that strong, so when your feelings for him started to surface when you were both 16, you felt scared. He was on another level, one you would never reach. At least that was the facade that Satoru showed to everyone, but as time and years passed with him, only you and him shared those sleepless nights where Satoru would knock on your door and wait for you to make room for him in your bed, to simply being hugged to each other and feeling your warmth intertwine with each other. Those moments had only caused you to fall more in love with him.

Luckily those feelings were reciprocated when you were 20 and now 8 years later they had not stopped growing.

“I can feel you observing me.” Satoru spoke with his eyes still closed.

“You should keep resting.” You whispered.

He sat on the couch and stretched himself up. “It’s okay, I had enough rest already.”

“‘Toru…” You said, feeling your heart ache.

“Honey, I’m really okay, don’t worry.” He smiled at you.

“You don’t have to be strong in front of me, you know?” You moved next to him. “Let me be the strong one for you. Let me take your pain too.” You whispered.

“You don’t have to take anything from me because there is…”

“I know you ‘Toru, and because I know you, I know you are not okay.” You cupped his face. So please let me take care of you, let me be your shield, even if it’s just for a moment.” He smiled sadly and then rested his head on your chest.

“I’m tired…” He whispered. “So tired. I love to fight and to face challenges but it’s tiring. Sometimes… I would like not to have this responsibility on me. From the moment I was born, I was already assigned a role, before I even cried for the first time, I was already the strongest, without asking for it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to let him know that you were with him. “I never felt like I had a childhood, so when I entered the school and met you, Suguru and Shoko, I felt like being the strongest wasn't the important thing and that I could be me when I was around you.”

“‘Toru…” You whispered with a sad look.

“But then everything went down…” He said. “I couldn’t save everyone, I couldn’t prevent their deaths, I couldn’t…”

“Satoru, that’s not true…” You cupped his face making him look at you, his blue eyes were filled with tears. “You protected so many people and saved so many too.” With your thumb you caressed his face. “'Toru, you really are amazing, you are strong, yes, but above all that, you are a good person, full of love, who loves his students and wants the best for them.” You smiled. “But you are also human, and you need to rest and be taken care of. So please let me take care of you my love.”

Satoru didn’t say anything else, instead he laid his head on your legs and let you take care of him as you had asked him. A couple of minutes passed when you noticed how his breathing was calmer and how his eyes were completely closed and his mouth slightly open. He had fallen asleep. After carefully placing Satoru on the couch and tucking him in with a cozy blanket, you made your way to the kitchen with a purpose in mind: to prepare something special for him. Cooking had always been therapeutic for you, and in that moment, you felt it was the perfect way to show your concern and affection for him.

When the sweet aroma of the freshly baked cake filled the kitchen, you felt a wave of satisfaction and anticipation. You knew the gesture would be a pleasant surprise for Satoru, and you hoped it would bring him some joy.

Suddenly, as you focused on the oven, you felt two arms wrapping around you from behind. A warm smile spread across your face, knowing that Satoru was there with you, sharing the moment.

“You left…” He whispered.

“I wanted to make a cake for you.” You turned around to see him. “How are you feeling?” You touched his face.

“I am better.” He closed his eyes as you touched him. “You know I love you so much, right?”

“I know.” You smiled tilting your head. “And I love you too.” You kissed him.

“Thank you my love.” He kissed you back. “For understanding me the way you do and for loving me as Satoru not as Gojo Satoru, the strongest.” He smiled.

“For me, you are just my dear ‘Toru, my silly boyfriend who wants to act cool in front of his dear students, the one who loves to eat sweets and go to different places in Tokyo so he can eat all of the sweets in the world and likes to take pictures of those sweets, so then he can fill my phone with those pictures. My ‘Toru, who despite everything, always takes the responsibility, even if it’s too heavy for him, who will blame himself for things he can’t control, the one who wants to change this shitty society so the future generations can have the childhood he never had.” You smiled, getting emotional. “That’s the man I love, who loves me passionately and has never let me down.”

“Every day I am grateful for having met you and having fallen in love and continue to fall in love with you.” He hugged you, hiding his face in your neck. “Don't ever leave, please…” He whispered against your skin, before leaving a delicate kiss.

“Never…” You caress her back gently. “Oh!” You gasped when you started to smell it. “‘Toru the cake!” You stepped away from him and turned off the oven. Carefully removing it from the oven, you placed it on the counter. “It burned…” You whispered, looking at the burnt cake.

You felt Satoru approach you and place a kiss on his cheek. “Let's do another one, this time both of us together.” He smiled at you.

You nodded and kissed him, and it was at times like that where you wish you could take all of Satoru's problems, burdens and responsibilities off his shoulders, and throw them away, where they could never reach him.

[gay-dorito-dust]

*The story would be like *Unter the red hood* where Jason sees the reader when he fights Bruce and Dick… I don't know what to add srry

This song got me into the headspace whilst writing this along with Mr Loverman. 🦦also I’m adding the fact that reader knows Jason during his time as Robin cuz I can.

Jason had taken many things into account with his plan but the one thing he didn’t however was seeing you again, and god were you still as beautiful and or handsome as the least time he saw you, a little worn and tired and yet you were still you; Fierce, powerful, kind, sweet, loving, generous, you.

His Achilles heel, now and forever.

He still remembers the times where he would always go to you whenever he got himself injured from crime fighting with Bruce and was too stubborn to accept medical treatment. He always did prefer your approach to patching him up, scolding him for his sheer recklessness whilst still being tender with his wounds, telling him with sarcasm that you much prefer to have him alive rather then dead at your fire escape.

To which he laughed despite it hurting his fractured ribs. ‘You worry too much about me, buttercup. If I didn’t know any better I would start to think that you care for me more than a friend.’ He teased, nudging you in the side with his good arm. You scoffed but you neither denied nor confirmed that you did in fact care for him more than a friend because you genuinely thought at the time that you would have enough time to tell him.

You were wrong…Jason died not long after.

You grieved hard and for so long afterwards, always sitting on rooftops by yourself whenever you missed him more then most days, only to feel your heart break even harder and before you knew it you were crying, crying your heart out in pain, anger and loss at the very city that ruthlessly took him from you until your throat went hoarse or your eyes had no more tears to shed. You didn’t want to believe that Jason was gone, never to come back and greet you on the fire escape with that cheeky smile despite being conceded in cuts and bruises.

Even now you still look out towards the fire escape whenever you heard a peculiar noise coming from there, thinking that this was the one, this was the moment where everything went back to normal, that you would see Jason again and that everyone was lying to you. Only to be disappointed every single time.

So to be stood here now, across from the man known as RedHood, something about him strikes familiarity in you but yet felt forgein at the same time.

‘Buttercup?’ RedHood asked in disbelief and your eyes widened. Only Jason called you that nickname and when he did, it felt like home. So when RedHood said it, it made you feel the exact same way. ‘Jason?’ You whispered tentatively, almost as though you were expecting for that small glimmer of hope that you desperately held onto to be shattered into a million pieces. ‘You’re alive?’ You added.

‘Came just as a surprise to me too.’ He replied strongly, only for his voice to grow soft when he then said, ‘I’m sorry that we never got enough time…I just thought-‘

‘That we would have enough time?’ You interrupted, smiling at him bitter sweetly, already having had similar enough thoughts yourself. There wasn’t a single moment in your life after his death did you think about whether or not things would’ve played out differently had you told him, or how his death would hurt you even more then it already did had you told him that night.

Now that he was right in front of you, it felt as though far was giving you that chance to find out but you were frozen to the spot. You knew this man was Jason, he was practically telling you with his body that he was but he was too different from everything that had happened to him, he’s been through things that you could only being to imagine.

He was your Jason but he also wasn’t.

‘Yeah.’ Jason said defeatedly, wishing to go back to the night where you first met, two young and naive kids who had no clue of what the future held for them and how it would tear them apart in the worst ways, only to bring them back together in the most unlikely circumstance but this time on opposing sides.

Silence befell you both, allowing for everything to sink in but it didn’t prove in making anything that happened before your fated reunion any better, it didn’t take away the hurt and the grief you felt nor did it take away the pain and the anguish that Jason felt. Seeing each other again didn’t magically heal either of you, if anything it made you incredibly numb to anything and everything that could possibly come next.

‘Nightshade, any visual on the RedHood?’ Bruce asked through the intercom and just like that the peace was shattered and the reason why you were here in the first place was revitalised. ‘Negative Batman. I lost him after he blindsided me.’ You replied, eyes still locked onto to Jason as you headed Bruce’s next chain of command before switching off your intercom, consequences be damned, you’ll deal with what’s to come later; As for now all you wanted to do was ingrained this version of Jason to memory before you were destined to part ways once again.

‘You should go, I’ve given you a brief window to escape but it won’t be long before he figures out somethings amiss.’ You told the vigilante, just about getting ready to leave when he desperately grabbed at your arm. ‘That’s it? You’re just going to leave after finding out I’m alive? Do you even care?!’ Jason roared and it was enough for you to snap because how dare he think that you didn’t care about him when he was all you ever thought about after his untimely death. ‘I always fucking care about you Jason!’ You exclaimed. ‘No! I fucking loved you but you died! You fucking died. I told you that you’d get killed one day and but you didn’t listen! You never listen! Do you know how much i grieved for you, mourned for you!? I became a vigilante IN YOUR MEMORY! So go ahead and claim that I don’t care for you when all I ever done was care for you, you stupid boy because I was stupid enough to fall first!’

Jason froze. You loved him? Since when and why didn’t he know? Why did you tell him? But most importantly, why him? He’s broken, he wasn’t worth your time.

You smiled weakly at his silence and quietly slipped from his grasp and left to meet up with Bruce and Dick, knowing it was for the better. Silently hoping that you would get to see him again but you weren’t exactly holding onto any form of hope.

[slytherinshua]

Can you please write a bnd Jaehyun x reader please

MR. LOVERMAN

genre. fluff. soulmate au. warnings. jaehyun is whipped. one kiss. pairing. jaehyun x fem!reader. wc. 1.1k. a/n. tysm for requesting!! i feel like i could've written this better now but oh well skdjskd.

When Jaehyun found his soulmate, the first thing he would do is kiss her. He was determined to do this. It sounded like an impossible dream, though. The finding part, that is. He was confident in his kissing abilities as long as he had someone who he loved to kiss, but you seemed to be evading him. Or maybe he was just bad at looking for you.

He knew that you were his soulmate… whoever you were. Well, he knew a little about you. Your name was Y/n and you were the same age as him. He wanted to know more about you, but the time limit for soulmate conversations was 5 minutes a day, and he had only been talking to you for a week. 

How did you manage to make him fall this in love with you in just a week? He had no idea. Maybe it was because he knew you were his soulmate, or maybe it was some special charm you had. He smiled whenever he thought about you and his heart beat so fast that he thought it would burst in his chest. He had always liked the daytime, but suddenly 9 pm was his favourite time of day. You would always say hi at exactly that time. Your conversations went something like this.

“Hello, Jaehyun, this is your soulmate checking in at 9 pm sharp.”

“Hi.” (Jaehyun would be smiling crazily at this point. So would you.)

“How did your day go?”

“It was alright… Am I weird for missing you even though I’ve never met you?”

“If you’re weird for that then I’m weird too.”

“. . .”

“We’ll meet soon, right?”

“I hope so.”

“Well, we’re regretfully running out of time, so… Goodnight, Jaehyun!”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

Jaehyun waited anxiously for 9 pm the next day. He kept wondering what you looked like all throughout the day. There wasn’t any way to know, really. It’s not like you could send pictures through your head. He needed to meet you in real life. He called you first that night, not being able to wait until the clock struck 9.

“Hi, Y/n.”

“Hi, Jaehyun. You’re a bit early.”

God, did his heart flutter whenever he heard you say his name.

“Couldn’t wait to talk to you.” 

He hoped you were smiling at what he said. He hoped he was able to make you as happy as you were able to make him. 

“That’s really cute.” 

He heard you giggle. He felt like he would die right then and there. How could your laugh be so beautiful? 

“Y/n, do you want to meet me?”

Jaehyun felt like his nerves might make him explode as he waited for your answer.

“I’d love to meet you… Do you know that coffee shop called Serenade?”

“I know it. Are you free tomorrow?”

“If it means meeting you, I’m free any day of the week.”

Now Jaehyun was sure you were smiling. He could hear it in your voice, the way it was bright and soft. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart and cool his hot cheeks.

“I’ll be there at 1 pm, okay?”

“Right. 1 pm tomorrow.”

//

Jaehyun couldn’t decide what to wear. Should he dress up? Dress down? What if he showed up in a tuxedo and you showed up in sweatpants and then everything was awkward? What if he put on a hoodie but you put on a fancy dress? He sank to the floor, back resting against his bed as he sighed. This was really really hard.

Cute but casual would be a safe option, right? Right.

Jaehyun stood up again and rummaged through his closet until he found his best pair of jeans and sweater. Ten minutes later, he was satisfied with his outfit. He stood in front of his mirror and attempted to fix his hair. Trying to style it would probably go horribly wrong given his lack of skill with hair, so he decided to keep it natural.

Jaehyun checked his phone for the time and his heart leapt. 12:40. He could finally leave without being God awfully early. He rushed outside and still managed to be ten minutes early to your meeting.

He remembered during one of the times he talked to you, you mentioned that you loved cold drinks. He scanned the menu and ordered one that popped out to him along with his own drink. Now he just needed to wait.

It was nice out and he didn’t want to constantly stare at the door (that would only make him more anxious and impatient), so he decided to wait outside. No one was sitting outside so the outdoor seating was completely empty. It was perfect.

He knew it was you as soon as he saw you walking up, nervously looking around and fiddling with your bag. He knew his face was probably bright red, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have the willpower to look away from you because you looked angelic to him. 

He stood up to make his presence more clear and it caught your attention. You grinned at him, and God, your smile was so beautiful Jaehyun practically forgot how to breathe.

“Jaehyun, fancy seeing you here.” You giggled, stepping up so you were only a couple feet apart.

Jaehyun laughed, “I know, how convenient.”

There was a pause where both your hearts were racing and you didn’t know what to say. A feeling of ecstasy circled the air and it was all you could breathe in as you looked at him. 

“I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but uhm… I’ve had this thought for years that when I meet my soulmate the first thing I’d do is… kiss… her…” Jaehyun’s voice got quieter as he confessed his thoughts, nerves tangling together in his stomach and his hands shaking a little.

“What are you waiting for, then?” You whispered, cheeks tinting a bit. You had thought about kissing him since before you had met him in person, but you had to admit that when you first saw his face, the thought of kissing him was 10 times more appealing than it already was.

“I don’t know, I’m just kinda… nervous. You’re a lot prettier than I thought you’d be and it’s like… wow, you really are my soulmate-”

His nervous rambling was so cute to you that you couldn’t help but rise up on your tiptoes and kiss him. His eyes widened and you felt him tense up, making you smile a little. He relaxed eventually once you gave him a little push of encouragement by guiding his hand to your waist.

You laughed when you pulled out, finding Jaehyun’s shyness more charming than anything else. He hid his face in his hand, doubtlessly trying to conceal his bright red cheeks from you. But you wanted to see them, so you pulled his hands away, holding them in yours, carefully lacing your fingers together with his. You saw his cheeks turn even brighter at your action.

“Cute…” You mumbled.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ boynextdoor taglist: @rizzshimura,, @captivq

[tacobellabeanburrito]

Hey, I wanted to know if you had any angst phoenix wright centered fics that you could recommend me

ANON YOU HAVE COME TO THE ABSOLUTE RIGHT PLACE BBG.

(I HEAVILY imprint on Phoenix Wright, so I have a lot of angst fics in my arsenal that center around him)

(Also, I highly recommend looking at my bookmarks, cause there’s ALOT more that I most likely don’t mention here. So uh, yeah)

(ALSO ALSO, idk if you have already but look at my other rec fic lists because a lot of the Phoenix Wright angst fics that I love are on there as well and I don’t wanna double up)

ANYWAY! Here we go! (Some of them don’t have blurbs, others will)

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“I Might’ve Been A Good Man, Who Loved Someone With All He Had” by SapphireWire: I don’t mind this one too much. It just doesn’t have the headcannons that I personally like. A lot of the times I bookmark fics just so I can go back to them if my mind is ever like “Oh shit, do you remember this fucking baller moment from this fanfic?” And I’m like “Oh shit yeah”. Worth a read, though. There’s also a sequel.

“Turnabout Forgotten” by Nali_li: Alright Anon, so a lot of these fics I don’t really remember much about (cause I have a shit memory) and am just kinda looking through my bookmarks and seeing which ones have definite Phoenix angst in them. This one is about Phoenix who gets amnesia and doesn’t remember anything past the Will Powers case.

“Pressure (Pushing Down On Me)” by ApprenticeofDoyle: A long ass Ace Attorney that is actually really good. It’s not so much my cup of tea because it does ALOT with the Ace Attorney canon and shakes it until some of the plots points are different but it is good.

“These Ties That Bind” by The HomestuckWhovian: OMG I LOVE THIS ONE. An all time favorite. Holds all of my headcannons for Phoenix, I don’t wanna spoil it, you just gotta read it, buddy. It’s very good. It’s a soulmate type fix but also centered around Phoenix’s other relationships (Not just him and Miles). Fully recommend.

“Chains Of The Heart” by NarshTaters: Don’t really remember much about it since I read it a while back, but it goes into detail about Phoenix and his whole complexes while Miles uses the magatama on him. A great fic nonetheless.

“They’ll Never Love You Like I Can” by Josdalynn: Ahhh! I was looking for this one. Glad I found it. It’s about a younger Phoenix (Feenie) going forward in time and showing up at Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth’s office. I like this one a lot.

“Behind Closed Doors” by Stressedtoimpress: I really like this one a lot but I can never go back to it because it has an unhappy ending. But definitely has a lot of Phoenix angst. A lot of Miles angst too. Contains Krisnix.

“To Whom Do I Owe The Pleasure?” by Loreley: OH BABY THERE IS SOMETHING SOOOO GOOD WHEN PEOPLE PUT IN A FANFIC “Phoenix Wright Chooses Death” during his disbarment era as an echo to Miles’ letter. Girlypop this one is good.

“The Best Revenge” by pantswarrior: Ok this one is, mature and for good reason. I’ll let you figure out what happens cause I don’t wanna spoil cause it’s really good but also very dark but also good.

“Hold Me In Your Arms” by AnonymousChicken: A very cute fic. Not too angsty but pretty angsty on the first chapter. It’s narumitsu centered, and features a traumatized Maya.

“Imminent Danger” by ValueTurtle: Ok, so, I don’t really like this one too much. It’s good, but not my thing. But definitely very angsty in the Phoenix department. I won’t spoil it but check it out if you wanna.

“I’m Getting So Tired Of Coughing Out My Lungs” by heiisklchen: Oh, oh this one is good. This one is about Phoenix dealing with an eating disorder.

“Like Glass” by Machina (XMachina): A good Phoenix fic. Short, but good. It’s about Phoenix and his relationships with Miles, Dahlia/Iris and Kristoph. Mostly Miles, though.

“And I’m Mr. Loverman” by LicoriceLovingLoser: We love Ricky Montgomery songs and Phoenix Wright disbarment fics.

“The Eye Of The Beholder” by 3musketears: A nice hurt/comfort fic regarding Phoenix and his body post disbarment.

“Sharp” by silvered: AHHH loved this one. I just reread it when looking for fics for you Anon and I really liked it. Has some Krisnix in it.

“Despite Everything, It’s Still You” by orphan_account (lmao, just search up the name and if you can’t find it tell me)

“So Shut Your Eyes” by pessu (kittiv): Not a Phoenix centric one but I found it while I was looking and I really, really like it.

“I Make Sense Of The Madness (When I Listen To Your Voice) by pychelocs: I like this one a lot.

“Hurt Me, Why Won’t You?” By daiicraa: A really angsty but sweet one.

“Appreciate All Parts Of Me” by Booloodle: SLAY FIC.

“When The Chips Are Down” by rib14

“Avoidance” by JJamescat

“Perpetual Motion” by PhantomWriter

“Goodbye, My Dearests” by tunaricebowl

“Gold, Marble and Burgers” by tunaricebowl

“Hold Onto Me (Cause I’m A Little Unsteady) by samiolioli (Samioli)

“Better Light A Candle Than Curse The Darkness” by daydreamn019

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Ok anon, that’s about it for Phoenix Wright angst fics. BUTTTT ALSO. Here’s one just for funnzies that I just remembered. It isn’t angst but I come back to it a lot.

“Honey, Honey” by chcolayecoveredkashews: HILARIOUS. We love accidental Sugar Daddy Miles.

UGH AND OKAY. ANOTHER CALL TO ACTION. Doing this just reminded me of the fic but there’s a fic mentioned during the other fic rec list I posted AND I NEED TO KNOW WHAT IT BECAUSE IT’S DRIVING ME BONKERS.

Ok so, plot is that through mystical Magatama fuckery, Miles and Phoenix get trapped in a mindpalace like world where they are married. Their family is trying to get them out of their own heads and ITS ANGSTY AND SOOO GOOD. Has “Perfect” by SideBlog vibes. So if anyone knows this fic. PLEASE SEND IT MY WAY.

Anyway, getting that out of the way, thank you Anon for your question about fics, and good luck reading! (Also, still check out my other fic rec list cause those have ALOT of Phoenix angst and also check out my bookmark list PLEASE I haven’t done justice to all the fics I have in there that I like and that I have forgotten about)

[threesrirachas]

i would pull you from the tide

a/n: jjk fans got into ricky montgomery through jjk, but i got into jjk through ricky montgomery. call that built different. if mr. loverman is satosugu, then line without a hook is satoru/reader. sorry y’all, argue with the wall, you don’t know ricky montgomery like i do. man i wish gojo satoru were real bc i feel real pain thinking about him.

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none, really just some hurt/comfort? it’s a songfic if y'all find that warning necessary lol

the night was still, the only sounds being the soft hum of the city outside and the rustle of the trees as a slight breeze blew through. the rustle of the sheets as you shifted in your sleep briefly cutting through the silence. the room was bathed in the gentle moonlight that was shining in through the window, casting soft shadows on the walls. satoru laid beside you, wide awake, his piercing gaze fixed on the ceiling. he really should’ve been asleep by now – and he usually was, especially with how little sleep he gets after long days of teaching, going on missions, and attending meetings he doesn’t really pay much attention to. but tonight, something kept him awake.

“darling, when i’m fast asleep, i’ve seen this person watching me saying,”

he turns his head slightly, his eyes falling on your sleeping form. your face was peaceful, your breaths coming out steady and even. you looked…serene, the usual tension of your features gone, replaced by a calmness that only a deep sleep could bring to you. but even as he watched you, a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. he’d had a dream earlier – a strange, unsettling one. in it, he saw a dark figure watching over him at the foot of your shared bed, its presence looming like a shadow. it asked him a question, on repeat, its voice echoing through his mind: 

“is it worth it? is it worth it? tell me, is it worth it?” 

the question lingered in his thoughts, refusing to let go and leave him alone. he knew what it was about – what it had to be about. his life, his choices, everything he had done and gone through to get to where he was now. he closed his eyes briefly to ponder, was it worth it? the answer, in theory, should’ve been easy to answer. but tonight, with the dream and the strange figure still fresh in his mind, he found himself unsure if it actually was. his gaze shifted back to you. you, you, you. you were his anchor, the one thing that grounded him in a world that often felt chaotic and out of his control. you were everything. but even as he looked at your sleeping form, the doubt crept in. was he enough for you? could he ever be? in the dream, there was a song playing faintly in the background, one that he recognized but couldn’t quite place his finger on. the lyrics had repeated over and over in his mind, like a mantra:

“she’s a, she’s a lady, and i am just a boy.”

he couldn’t really shake the feeling that the song was about you and him, about the two of you and your relationship. you were so strong, so capable – so much more than he’d ever truly thought himself to be. sure, he was the strongest, the honored one. but you were the one who kept him steady, who made him believe for just a second that maybe, just maybe, he could be something far more than what he already was. but there was always that lingering doubt, the one thought that whispered in his ear late at night:

“she’s a, she’s a lady, and i am just a line without a-.”

he sighed softly, his breath barely a whisper in the quiet room. he hesitantly reached out, his hand brushing against yours, and even in your deepest sleep, you responded. you always did. he couldn’t help the small smile that grew as your fingers curled around his. the touch steadied him, a reminder that you were here, that you were real, and that you loved him. but still, the uncertainty plagued him.

“oh, baby, i am a wreck when i’m without you.”

the words resonanted in his mind, pulling at the deepest parts of him. he was a deeply messed up wreck without you – he knew that. he’d seen it in the times you’ve been apart, in the moments he was left alone with his thoughts and fears, in the time before he had meet you. he needed you, more than he’d ever allowed himself to need anyone before. and that need shook him to his core, that need terrified him. he didn’t want to be a burden. he didn’t want to be the one that held you back, the one who made your life harder than it already was. if being a sorcerer was mind-numbingly difficult, then being a sorcerer who was in love with someone like him was basically a slow and painful death sentence. but at the same time, he couldn’t help but want to be a little bit selfish; he couldn’t imagine a life without you. you were the one person who made everything else make sense. you were the world, you were the sun and the sky and the moon and the stars, you were the universe. you were the everything and everywhere and the all at once that he held in his fingertips. you truly were everything.

“i need you here to stay.”

the thought hit him like a punch to the gut that even his infinity couldn’t protect him from, and for a moment, he felt a wave of emotion so strong it nearly overwhelmed him. he looked at your fingers still interlocked with his, and squeezed your hand a little tighter, as if holding on to you tighter could somehow keep his thoughts at bay. you stirred beside him, your eyes fluttering open as you felt his grip tighten. still groggy, you turned your head to look at him, brows furrowing in concern as you saw the look on his face. 

“satoru?” you whispered, your voice soft and laced with sleep, but still full of the love that made his stomach churn. “what’s wrong?” 

he hesitated, unsure of how or if he should put his thoughts into words. but as he looked into your eyes, the doubts began to fade, replaced by something stronger – something real. 

“just…thinking.” he replied, his voice matching yours at barely above a whisper. you frowned, your concern and worry deepening. “thinking about what?” he hesitated again, then sighed. “about us. about…everything.” 

you shifted closer, your hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “satoru,” you said softly, your voice filled with a warmth that made his heart ache. “you don’t have to worry about us. we’re okay. you’re okay.” he wanted to believe you, he wanted to let go of the doubts and just be with you, but the words from the dream still persisted in his mind. he shook his head, his voice slightly strained as he spoke. “what if…what if i’m not enough for you?” 

you blinked, clearly surprised by his unexpected admission. “not enough?” you repeated, your voice tinged with disbelief. “satoru, of course you’re enough. you’re more than enough. you’re everything to me.” here he was again. he wanted to believe you – god, he wanted to – but the fear still coursed through his veins. “but, what if i’m just… what if i’m not the person you need me to be?” your eyes softened, and you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “satoru,” you whispered against his skin, “you are exactly the person i need you to be. you don’t have to be perfect. you don’t have to be anything other than who you already are.”

his eyes fluttered closed, letting your words wash over him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to believe you. you were right. he didn’t have to be perfect. he just had to be there – for you, for both of you. 

“i love you,” you whispered, your voice steady and sure. “and nothing’s going to change that.” 

he opened his eyes, looking at you, and everything he had been feeling from that god awful dream melted and washed away, leaving only the love he felt for you – love that was deep and unwavering. “i love you too,” he whispered back, his voice stronger now. “more than anything.” 

you smiled, your tired eyes shining with the same love he felt, and you leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. it felt like promises kept and fears overcome. it felt like love stronger than any doubt. it felt like coming home. …it felt like you. as you pulled apart, satoru felt a sense of peace settle over him, and he felt truly okay. he knew the doubts and worries would come back – they always did – but as long as he had you by his side, he knew he could face them.

[masivechaos]

I’m Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man

[mistywitcher]

hello and let me share with you my Adolin, Shallan and Kaladin songs for all your daydream needs.

Shallan:

creature w/orchestra - half alive

I Am Not A Robot - MARINA

everything I wanted - billie eilish

Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez

The Villain I Appear To Be - Connor Spiotto, Molly Pease

Control - Halsey

Morph -Twenty One Pilots

Cognitive Dissonance - Sophie Holohan

Cherry Wine - Hozier

Runaway - AURORA

Adolin:

Nobody - half alive

Talk Too Much - COIN

Holding Out For A Hero - Bonnie Tyler

Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At The Disco

Loverboy - A-Wall

I’m So Sorry - Imagine Dragons

House of Gold - Twenty One Pilots

It’s Alright - Mother Mother

Friction - Imagine Dragons

Kaladin:

Mr Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

Higher - The Score

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

Brother - Kodaline (this could be an Adolin song too)

Enemy Brain - Fox Stevenson

Hear Me - Imagine Dragons

Goner - Twenty One Pilots

Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons

so that’s my shortlist, i actually have way more for all of them, but these are my personal faves for each of them.

(imagine dragons pretty much features in all of them as they just have perfect songs for so many situations)

[goldensunflowe-r]

Tommy Shelby x Pregnant reader