#adrian writes things

[movedtodykedvonte]

*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request Castlevania Trio x Fem reader who’s a werewolf platonic hcs? Playful, dog-like, sharper senses than Alucard, and is like a rogue, like the fastest member in the party?

Werewolves are not his favorite.

The inherit animosity between vampires and wolves runs deep, but it they are willing to overlook that for a common good of destroying Dracula & the night creatures, then he supposes he can get past it as well.

Their…enthusasim is also not something he enjoys. Their persistent need for affection and validation is a lot for a stoic recluse like Alucard.

He tries to be understanding. Even offering to train them to control their shifts and fight better. He does value them as a companion.

Two peas in a pod. Or two idiots in a burlap sacks, depending on how you look at it.

Trevor always wanted a dog growing up, so he takes to their new wolf instantly (though he is aware they are not a dog and does not treat them that way).

They have a lot of the same energy. Curious, rakish, a bit of mischief wrapped in a playfully violent to full violent packaging.

His heart belongs to Sypha, but if she had never come into the picture Trevor could see himself wanting to be with them. Although their relationship would burn hot & bright before it inevitably exploded.

Sypha is fascinated by their lycanthrope qualities. Curious how a person was able to develop the skill to shift completely into an animal, control it, and what being as an animal is like for the sheer information gathering of a Speaker.

She asks a lot of questions, which seems to irk their wolf, but humors Sypha as best they can. They don’t have a lot of the answers for the simple fact that this has been their life and they don’t have a reason or answer, it just is.

They come into conflict between Sypha’s feelings for Trevor and her feelings that Trevor may prefer the wolf over her. When she realizes that’s not the case she apologizes and they mend their friendship completely.

Sypha is the only one that can talk them out of ‘wild shift’. A phenomenon in werewolves where they shift by will or by force and can’t get back out. Sypha’s calm, caring, consistent manner is able to soothe them and help them shift back. She then takes care of them for the rest of the evening.

[beelsjuicytitties]

Somewhere Only We Know

solomon x gn!reader

warnings/tags: slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, established relationship, partial solomon backstory spoilers?

summary: You hadn't heard from Solomon in weeks, and you were worried. So you go out in search of him.

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AN: haha... its been a hot while since i posted my own writing here..... wrote this in like june when i was extra emo about solomon lol. title taken from Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. read on Ao3

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You were worried. You haven't been able to get into contact with Solomon for weeks. It wasn't exactly unusual for him to be somewhere he had no reception, but he'd always let you know beforehand. Everyone you had asked simply apologized, saying they had no clue where he was. And so, you decided to go and look for him yourself, remembering all the different places he's shown you, or told you about. You brought some provisions along, unsure of how long it would take to find the witty sorcerer you loved so dearly. 

  You spent most of a day checking around the devildom, teleporting from place to place without any signs that Solomon had been there recently. Settling down onto a large stump with a sigh, you pull out some of the food you had brought. All the teleporting was starting to wear at you, but you couldn't possibly stop now. It took only a few minutes to finish the food, the taste barely registering. You quickly packed up your things and stood. There was no time to rest, there was still the human world to search. You steeled yourself, before teleporting once again.

—

  Solomon wandered through a quiet field. The clear air helped to sooth his wrecked thoughts, but not enough. The sadness and grief he usually held at bay had overwhelmed him once more. In times like these, he tended to isolate. To run away and keep everything hidden from those around him. He hated this part of himself. The part of him that was a sad, lonely little boy. A boy that had lost anyone dear to him. A boy who curled up in the corner of the dark basement he lived in. His face was tense as he walked a game train through the tall grasses around him. The trail led him to a small ruin. A fallen tree that once stood proud and tall, next to a crumbling stone wall. He ran his hand along the once familiar stones, a deep melancholy gripping his heart. He sat gently on the fallen tree, and gazed up to the endless sky. Dusk had begun to settle in, the clouds painted in dark blues and saturated oranges. His tears were silent, slipping down his face and dropping onto his clothes.

—

The sky was growing dark as you finally felt traces of Solomon. Even without casting anything, his magic tended to seep out and stick to his surroundings. You followed the trail you were sure he had walked, steps quickening as you felt him more and more. Finally, after searching hell and back, literally, you see him. There's barely any light now, but you could never mistake his frame. You broke into a run, a sound of relief bursting from you. He looked towards you at the sound, surprised. He was less alert in this state, less aware of everything around him. The moment you reach him, your arms are around him, holding him tight to your body as you fall to your knees in front of him. It took Solomon a moment to fully realize what was going on. He looked down at you, seeing the way you clung to him as though he was your lifeline. The way you pressed your face against his chest, quiet sobs shaking your shoulders. 

  "How.. How did you find me?" Solomon inwardly cringed at the way his voice wavered. 

  "I looked everywhere. Everywhere you've ever taken me, or told me about. I was so worried Sol, I was so, so worried." You pulled back, just enough to see his face. His eyes were red and puffy, tear stains evident on his cheeks. He looked like he hadn't slept the entire time he was gone. Knowing Solomon, it was entirely possible. You raised a shaky hand to his cheek, cradling his face softly as though he might break. "I couldn't get in contact with you, no one knew where you were, I thought.." You swallowed back your tears. "I thought something happened to you." 

  Solomon's eyes widened, how long had he been gone? Everything was one big blur as he tried to recall how many nights had passed. "You know nothing can happen to me, I've always survived any mess I get myself into." A defensive smile tried to make its way onto his face, but it looked more like a grimace. "I'm okay, you don't need to be so worried MC." 

  "Please Sol… Please don't lie to me." You raised up your torso, so you could press your forehead to his. "You're always there for me when I need you, let me return the favour." Solomon took a few shaky breaths, tears threatening to begin falling once more. He raised his arms to wrap around you, leaning against you. The two of you stay like this for a while, just holding each other and breathing. Your legs were straining to keep you up but you didn't even notice. All of you was completely focused on Solomon in this moment. Without realizing, you began to hum. A gentle, soothing tune that Solomon had hummed for you countless times when you were broken down. A soft, sad smile made its way onto his face. 

  "My mother used to hum that for me. During the cold dark nights, when I would cry, she'd come down and hold me. When I was a very young boy."  You cracked your eyes open, and looked at him through your eyelashes. 

  "Is it alright?" He gave an affirmative hum, and you continued the tune. Solomon shifted his head down, nuzzling into your shoulder. You leaned your head against his. You weren't too sure how much time had passed, before he pulled back. 

  "Why don't you come sit next to me?" His voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure your knees would appreciate a rest." You nodded, finally noticing how stiff you had grown as you moved beside him. You laced your fingers with his, and leaned against him. "... I'm sorry. I never wanted to worry you so." He squeezed your hand. "Thank you.. For coming to find me." 

  "Always, I will always come find you Sol." The promise warmed Solomon, helping him return to himself. "I love you Sol, I love you more than words could ever say." You turned to look at him, your eyes so full of love and care. Solomon had no clue what he had done to deserve you. His adorable little apprentice, who could calm his heart without even trying. Who warmed the forgotten parts of himself, that had been stuffed away by the years and years of pain and sadness. Who took the hand of that little boy, and brought him out into the warm sunlight. 

  "And I love you too, my Dear. more than I've ever loved anything. More than anything I've ever felt." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'll try to rely on you more, I promise. There are things I still can't bring myself to talk about, but I hope I can one day." A tired loving smile found its place on your face. 

  "I will wait as long as you need." This time, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was such a tender kiss, so full of yours and his love. It was then that Solomon's stomach let out a growl. Come to think of it, he can't remember the last time he ate. He gave a sheepish laugh, worried he had somehow ruined the moment. "I brought some food, we could eat together?"

  "That would be wonderful, my Dear." You started pulling things from your bag, the meal was rather simple, prepared in a rush. Then you pulled out the soft blanket you had brought in case you had to sleep outside. You spread the blanket out in front of the tree and sat down. Leaning slightly against the tree behind your back, you pat the space next to you. Solomon sat down, pressing into your side as you passed him some food. You ate together in a comfortable silence, staring up into the starry sky. Solomon's hand found your own once more, the warmth welcome in the chilly night air. You stayed there til morning, pointing out constellations and talking. Solomon told you a bit more about his childhood, and you shared a bit of your own, before you both fell asleep against each other. 

[mr-stottlemonk]

made a timeline for monk tv for the folks cause it makes no sense sometimes.

[more in the tags]

[update: stottlemeyer's timeline found here]

[rooksunday]

“dragon had better be ready or i will bite him, even if that makes me a Bad Dog”

hello i am less than three minutes into dogs of war and i have abruptly lost all annoyance at waiting twenty bloody minutes for my metro

[nightshadeplant]

What if I fuck around and rewrite miraculous but swapping marinette and Adrian’s gender…

[saturdaynightghostclub]

“Hey Toady how’s it going lately”

It’s great thanks babe, I almost crashed an entire bus into a guardrail after sliding through an icy intersection, now I’m seated to see The Iron Claw by myself and after that I’ll probably have a sleepover at my mom’s because all of my roommates are out of town and I’m lonely. You?

[megatraven]

fake fic title: “(you’re) too sweet for me” for sydrian

yessssssssss >:3c

Sydrian - Sydney loves him, somehow. Adrian doesn't quite understand it, beyond the fact that he loves her, too, and they understand one another more than anyone else ever could. Despite this, sometimes he doubts that he's deserving of her and her love. The pills help with his mood, but there's often part of him that wonders what he ever did to deserve her kindness, that now-frequent smile, her softened gaze. He tries to push those thoughts down; he doesn't doubt her, after all, and he never wants her to think she does.

But like clockwork, Sydney figures him out, and pokes at his denial of any problem until he comes clean. Together they can do anything- he's been convinced of that since day one- and this is no different. That's what Sydney tells him, before launching into what must be some kind of a plan with a terribly high number of steps, that all involve showing him just how much he means to her.

From a timeline of photos, to a replica of Hopper he'd made for them both, to the AYE shirt she still keeps tucked safely in her drawer, and to the Pies N Stuff mug that she takes her coffee in every morning. Sifting through one piece of their life at a time, she convinces him that he's done as much for her as she's done for him. That he deserves every bit of love and sweetness she can muster.

[vampirecatboy]

feels a bit weird going from the enemies to lovers trope (Aja/Weiss) to platonic soulmates (Adrian/Fisch) and kindred spirits (Adrian/Val) wait post canceled i'm gonna make Val and Fisch enemies who are super competitive about who's better at fucking Adrian, and when Adrian refuses to take part in their literal dick-measuring contest but also wants to mess with them he tells them to have at each other oh damn i gotta write this

[sw33t-oubliette]

lee and adrian/rachael [analogue conciousness] are actually so paulkins coded when you think about it . Why is your lover coming back from the dead as someone unrecognizeable if youre not apotheosis coded

[halfbakedspuds]

You know it's late enough to hit the sack when you're reading through your writing to mark out stuff that needs to be edited when you have the time and find yourself chafing and practically yelling at the characters to stop being oblivious idiots...

... Only to remember that you are the one who wrote them that way.

[futurewife]

feel like skipping to the convenience store cause I love my new boyedfwend adrian soooo muchly then I get to the store and I'm in the aisle like hehe what if we were buying snacks togetherrr 🥹🥰 and holding hands and swinging themmm

[scarletttries]

Scarlett's Christmas List

Twas the week before Christmas and all through the blog, not a creature was stirring except for me typing fics 🥳

Happy Holidays to anyone celebrating in the next two weeks! 🎉☺️ As part of my own celebrations I'm planning to post a few (very loosely) Christmas and New Year themed fics so here's everything to expect from me for the next couple of weeks:

1. Ride My Sleigh Tonight (Kendall Roy Smut)

2. Night at the Museum (Steven Grant Fluff)

3. You Are In Love Part Twelve (Eddie Munson Fluff)

4. A Lap That's Not Santa (TomxGregxReader Smut)

5. Candy Cane Kisses (Eddie Munson Smut)

6. Countdown to Midnight (Adrian Chase Smut)

7. You Are In Love Part Thirteen (Eddie Munson Fluff)

I'll link all the fics here, as well as posting them individually - I think this covers all the main people I get requests for, but let me know if a character you love is missing and maybe I'll be able to squeeze in an extra request for you!

Happy Holidays and New Year to everyone, and thank you for all your support for my blog this year!

[mr-stottlemonk]

telepath monk totally frazzled and shaking because he's looked into one suspect's mind and oh fuck, its messy and terrible and it's like listening to a broken record.

natalie usually grounds him but its not helping. he needs someone more solid, more stronger.

stottlemeyer who's miles away being called in because monk won't do anything else and can't until he comes over.

cue stottlemeyer finally arriving and holding monk's trembling shoulders, it doesn't do much but oh it starts to center him and then, then, monk pushes himself into stottlemeyer's hold and stottlemeyer holds him against his chest as monk holds onto him, holds on stottlemeyer's strong shields and calm sweeps over him...

later he's told, his mind was screaming into everyone within a five mile radius for stottlemeyer even though he hadn't been saying a damn word.

[galaxae]

i only need to work here like 5 more months before i will have been here for a whole year. then maybe i will either go harder about switching to a different position or just quit and work somewhere else

[theoriginaltortuga]

Responsibility, Rage, and Recent Resurrection (Part 4)

A/N: The semester got me. Please forgive any too noticeable mistakes. There might be an epilogue or not. TBD, but for now this is the end. Thanks for reading.

Pairing: Connor x ilitw MC (Devon Hernandez)

TW: Violence between partners. Nothing worse than the game, but if the fact that its between these two characters messes with you, skip and send me an ask. I'm more than happy to post a quick summary.

Wordcount: 1632

Tagging (by request): @gutsfics

Connor watched Devon’s chest move up and down with his breaths. After the fainting spell the day before, he’d woken up to ask for shampoo and had fallen asleep naturally later that night. Connor had tried to as well, but he couldn’t. He’d been so keyed up and stressed he couldn’t remember sleeping since his mother’s funeral. He hadn’t eaten or drank anything since before then. He felt like a hypocrite, forcing Devon to choke down oatmeal that tasted like dirt, while he’d bought a coffee only to end up holding it util it went cold. Maybe he was getting sick, the worst timing in the world, but it made sense for his luck.

Devon  snuffled and curled further into the bed. There had been a nightmare or two that Connor had soothed away by playing with Devon’s hair, nothing as violent as the first night. The sun was starting to rise and he still couldn’t sleep. He might as well do something productive. Maybe oatmeal from the café across the road wouldn’t taste like dirt. 

He got out of bed and got dressed. He’d need to go to the laundromat soon for both of them. He stopped to place a kiss on Devon’s forehead and grabbed his phone out of the duffle bag. The temptation to toss it in the trash had been strong, but for the moment he still needed it. 

He turned it on as he crossed the road. It was only 5:30 in the morning, so the cafe wasn’t too busy, thank god. Lately everyone had been getting on his nerves. He’d snapped at one of their motel neighbors yesterday for trying to tell him he’d dropped his keys. Not Connor’s finest moment. As he waited for his order he looked at the notifications only to freeze. Nothing since yesterday. He unlocked the phone and checked the texts. The most recent were still pleas to come back and cursing him out for leaving in the first place. 

Connor jumped as his name was called. Pocketing the phone, he grabbed the order and rushed back across the street. It wasn’t a bad thing that they’d stopped calling. It probably just meant they’d given up. There were more important things for everyone to do than stay attached to a phone, but Devon’s worries ran through his mind. What if someone died? What if things had gone so bad that all of Westchester was doomed? What if there was no one left to call him?

At the start of the stairs, he set down the oatmeal and pulled out the phone again. He should check his voicemails—He frowned at the screen. For the last two days his most recent calls had been red, he hadn’t picked up any of them. So, why was the very last call from Stacy gray? 2:45 PM, yesterday. Right about when he’d left for the store just like Devon had asked him to.

He’d lied to him. Devon had lied to him. All those pretty words about love and devotion and he’d told Stacy exactly where they were. Connor’s heart sped up and he could feel his face getting hot. Someone would be showing up soon to tear Devon away from him, to drag both of them right back into that cesspool of a town. The phone cracked from where he was holding it in a death grip. 

Well, if that was what Devon wanted, then Connor would let whoever showed up take his corpse back to town. Wasn’t he so nice? 

He dropped the phone and stormed up the stairs, throwing the door open as Devon sprung off the bed, looking terrified. “Hi, honey,” Connor said sweetly as can be, “There something you want to tell me?”

He slammed the door shut.

—

Fuck. 

“What are you talking about?” Devon steadied himself on the bed frame, trying to guess the distance between himself and the window behind him.

Connor’s skin was turning gray, fingers warping into razor sharp claws, and blue eyes that glowed just as bright as the weeds in his chest. All of Devon’s work had been erased.

Connor's handsome face twisted into a sneer. “Don’t play dumb. Funny thing about using someone else’s phone, you can see what they do with it.” He took a step forward and Devon stepped back on trembling legs.

They felt like Bambi, only if they fell, they’d end up ripped to shreds. 

“I didn’t tell her anything. We just talked–”

“Stop fucking lying to me!” Connor lunged and Devon barely got out of the way leaving Connor getting to his feet  in the splinters of the bedside table.

He scrambled closer to the door. 

“I spent four years of my life helping you, loving you, and now you’re just abandoning me?” Connor sounded wrecked, genuinely hurt because of something Devon did–No, it wasn’t Connor. Not really. He needed to stay strong. 

“I’m not abandoning you! But you’re not yourself!”

“For the first time, I really am myself.”

Devon tried to duck again but Connor was too quick. His claws dug into Devon’s arm tearing open flesh and spilling blood as he struggled. Using his arm as leverage, Connor threw him to the ground, straddling him and wrapping a hand around his throat. Blood ran down Devon’s neck as he gasped for air. 

He had a mocking smile. “Are you scared, sweetheart?”

Terrified, but like hell were they letting Connor kill them. A frenetic energy pooled in their chest, crushing their lungs and sending electricity through his bones. They shoved at Connor’s shoulders as hard as they could, sending him flying across the room. 

Devon coughed and gagged as Connor growled and swore from where he’d–the Power–had thrown him. Strength that wasn’t his own still coursed through him as he rolled on to his knees and dragged himself onto the bed. 

Connor was standing, only held back by an invisible wall that Devon could already feel the cracks of. Five minutes, max.

Their chest felt like it was going to explode and they wanted to cry. If they died again, and if Connor was ever healed he would hate himself forever. They would never see their friends again, never shove Noah down a (very small) flight of stairs. What the hell could he do? 

Devon opened his mouth and started talking.

“Connor, please. I know we didn't have that much time together, but I know this isn’t you. You’re kind and selfless, maybe a little too much, even when the world has been fucking awful to you. You let total strangers into your house because you believed the best of them. You forgave Noah and gave him a home even after what he did. And you stayed.” Connor watched him curiously as Devon stood up and staggered over to him. “You stayed by my side for four years when I was nothing but wisps of emotion and memories. Even though it ripped you apart. You mean everything to me. It feels crazy, but I know there is no one else in the world for me. I only want you.”

Devon paused right in front of the invisible wall that had been eroding with every word, every step. Connor looked almost lost. They raised a trembling hand to cup his face. Connor closed his eyes, though they still glowed behind the lids. “Devon…?”

“Right here, baby.” He stepped into Connor and held him, Connor’s arms came up hesitantly around him. Now that they were so close, Devon could see that the weeds weren’t as bad as he’d thought. They glitched, going from their shrunken size to fully grown and back like they couldn’t decide how big they should be. “And I’m not scared. Not of you. I’m going to help you, and whatever happens after will happen. Whatever you want, I’ll always be here.” Right after swinging back to help his friends fend off the latest Power bullshit, but it would be the last time. After this, the both of them deserved to never be bothered again.

Devon reached a hand between them and placed it over the weeds. They’d been scared of them but now they knew the weeds were nothing more than an infection, hurting the man he loved. 

Devon let his own Power tangle in the weeds and crush. 

Connor gasped and fell into them. Devon’s own knees buckled under the supernatural strain and instant exhaustion but he would stand it. Connor tried to move away but Devon kept them close. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

As the weeds disintegrated into nothing but a few stray particles, Connor collapsed with only Devon holding him up. His heart was beating a little too fast, and all the physical parts of being a Horror were still there, but he was alive. Only the barest traces of the corruption lingered. 

Devon tried to step back to the bed but his legs gave out and he ended up on the floor with Connor’s dead weight pinning him. 

Their mind spun as they stared at the ceiling. If the corruption did rebuild itself and Connor killed them, they hoped they’d sleep through it.

The world went dark then quiet.

…

Small sounds filtered in. A terrified voice. Car keys. An engine turning over.

…

Devon blinked to see the inside of the Camaro. A still gray Connor in the driver’s seat. A map that he couldn’t read on the phone. The sun was slowly sinking in the sky. It was pretty.

…

Devon gasped awake. A forest and small shops and too few light posts. Bandages wrapped around his arm and neck.

“Devon?” Connor asked, glancing over at them. 

They blinked at him. Devon could feel the Power. It was a deeper infection than the one he’d felt in Connor. Rotten and pulsing and furious.

“How close are we to the cabin?”