#on both wattpad and ao3

[askhumanhtf]

shifty, spill the tea now. ☕😲

[skywritingrambles]

I've never really written for Marvel nor am I particularly invested in it (pretty sure the last movie I kept up with was like, the second doctor strange) but I do get in an occasional stucky kick, and sambucky is a ship I also enjoy.

Anyway thinking of a fic where Bucky does fall in love with Sam but feels like he's betraying Steve for doing so, like their love didn't mean anything if he goes for someone else. And Sam helps him recognize that loving someone else doesn't mean other love was any less, and he deserves to be happy again. He's not trying to "be another Steve" or even replace him he just wants to be a different person to make him happy.

Maybe even touch on it being kinda fucked up that Steve left after Endgame.

[dapooh]

Before the vows were ever spoken, there was a moment — quiet, tense, inevitable.

Traditions flicker like shadows in sunlight—half-truths dressed as duty. A conversation disguised as permission stirs old customs awake, while distant laughter and unspoken questions echo down the palace halls. Between duty and defiance, someone opens a door—and someone else steps through it, breathless. Not everything that shifts is loud.

In a world of power, legacy, and silent expectations, Utahime and Gojo enter a contract marriage- two opposites bound not by love, but by necessity. She's poised, scarred, and cautious. He’s powerful, playful, and hiding more loneliness than he lets on. Within the cold grandeur of the Gojo estate, where every step is watched and tradition rules, a delicate shift begins. Through quiet mornings, stolen glances, and gardens that whisper of belonging, two guarded souls slowly begin to unravel the walls around their hearts.

The Night the Paper Burned

The room was quiet, save for the faint rustling of silk and the soft creak of wood as the paper doors slid closed behind them. A warm amber glow from the lantern lit the traditional tatami mat floor. Shadows danced on the wall—two figures in pristine ceremonial wear, bound not by love, but a contract.

Gojo stood by the low lacquered table, loosening the stiff collar of his white montsuki, the family crest embroidered proudly on his back. His silver hair, barely tamed for the ceremony, had begun to fall messily over his forehead again.

Across the room, Utahime sat silently, back straight, the long sleeves of her uchikake crimson and gold; folded over her lap.The embroidered cranes at the hem shimmered faintly in the warm lamplight. She hadn’t changed out of it yet, but she moved when Gojo closed the door behind them with a soft click.

The ceremony was over, but the air between them still held a formality more rigid than their silk robes.Utahime walked slowly toward the dressing table at the far end of the room, the soft rustle of her clothing the only sound between them. She didn’t glance back at Gojo. Her posture was measured, as always — not guarded, but never loose. The mirror on the table caught her face as she sat down, framed by the dim light, her features composed like a portrait. Her fingers moved to remove the ornate hairpin holding her bun in place.

Gojo turned to her with a lazy grin. “Come on, don’t act like you weren’t a little flattered. You looked like a royal painting—very tragic and composed. The scar even gave you a touch of...dramatic flair.”

Her eyes flicked to him—sharper now. 

Gojo raised his eyebrows. “Wow. Not even a soft ‘thank you’ for the compliment? You wound me, Oksama.”

Utahime’s lips pressed into a line. The title was still strange in her ears.

Gojo cleared his throat, stretching his arms lazily. “Well… this is awkward.”

Her reply was dry. “You know, you don’t have to keep talking just because there’s silence.”

“Oof,” he chuckled. “Already attacking the groom? At least wait till I commit a crime.”

“You already did. You dragged me into this circus.” She turned to face him, her scar catching a slash of light—bold and unhidden, like her words.

Gojo didn’t flinch. Instead, he flopped onto his oversized bed, arms wide, looking absurdly at ease in his montsuki haori hakama . “Come on, Utahime. You made your choice. Cold feet now?”

“I didn’t say I regret it,” she said sharply. “But don’t pretend this is normal.”

“I’d never.” He looked at the ceiling with a sigh, then tilted his head toward her. “But hey, you looked really beautiful today. Just saying.”

Utahime looked away, swallowing. “You don’t need to say that.”

“I didn’t say it for you,” he smiled. “I said it because it’s true.”

She stood, smoothing her robe, and walked to the window, pushing it slightly open. Cool night air brushed against her face. For a while, she said nothing.

Then softly, almost to the night, “I agreed to this, but it doesn’t mean I’m...comfortable. With any of it.”

Gojo's voice dropped, sincere for once. “I know.”

She turned halfway, not quite facing him. “Do you? You joke all the time. You keep it light so you won’t have to acknowledge anything deeper.”

Gojo tilted his head. “Yeah. That’s sort of my specialty.”

A pause. She folded her hands in front of her. They stood in silence for a moment. The distant murmur of servants padding outside filtered through the thin door, too faint to fill the tension between them.

Utahime walked to the sleek marble counter and poured herself a glass of water, her back to him. “I won’t be a burden. You’ll have your space. I expect the same.”

“You think I’m worried about that?” Gojo leaned back on his elbows, watching her.

“No,” she said without looking. “I think you don’t worry at all.”

He smiled at that. “Touché.”

She turned, glass still in hand, her gaze direct. “I don’t know what kind of marriage you imagined, Gojo. But I’m not going to play house. This is a contract. You asked for something. I gave it. That’s all.”

Gojo’s smile faltered—just a little. “Understood. No rose petals and pillow fights.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he said quietly. “I didn’t marry you to make your life harder. I just needed someone real. Not someone who sees my name and thinks of inheritance.”

Utahime’s expression softened ever so slightly, her voice dipping. “I don’t know what kind of man you are yet, Gojo. But I’ll keep my word.”

“And I’ll keep mine,” he said, nodding. “No touching. No overstepping. And if at any point you want out…”

“I won’t run from something I said yes to,” she cut in.

Gojo studied her for a long moment. His voice dropped low. “You know, for someone who doesn’t want love… you sure carry a lot of loneliness.”

Her fingers tightened around the glass. She didn’t answer.

“…I’ll take the couch,” he said after a beat, rising to grab a pillow from the bed.

Gojo had just arranged the couch cushions with the enthusiasm of a kid building a fort when he heard her voice again.

"We should… get it done."

His hand froze mid-fluff.

“…Get what done?” he asked, eyebrows raised, turning toward her.

She didn’t meet his eyes. “The… consummation.”

He scratched the back of his neck, standing awkwardly. “You mean tonight?”

“Yes.” Her tone was clipped. Controlled. “The agreement. Your family expects an heir.

Gojo blinked. Hard. “Oh.”

Silence.

“I thought it’d be you who brought it up first,” she said, finally glancing at him. “You don’t seem the type to shy away.”

Gojo opened his mouth, then closed it again, his usual smirk faltering. “Yeah, well… I'm many types, apparently.”

She walked to the bed and sat on the edge, facing away from him. Her fingers tugged lightly at the edge of the sheet. “It’s fine if you want to refuse.”

“Refuse?” he blinked again. “Why would I—? No! No refusal here, I just… wasn’t expecting it from you tonight. Not that I’m complaining. I mean—God, shut up, Gojo—”

She turned, startled by his own muttered scolding. He looked sheepish. “This isn’t how I imagined it would go. Then again, nothing about this is normal.”

“No,” she admitted softly.

A stretch of quiet passed before he walked over, slow and careful, and sat beside her on the bed. Not touching. Just close enough to feel her presence.

She sighed, frustrated—at him, at herself. “Because this is not how I pictured my first time.”

His head turned toward her so fast she could hear the shift in the sheets.

“You haven’t?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Gojo blinked again. He let out a low whistle- “Mine too, actually.”

She looked at him, surprised. “You?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Everyone thinks I’m some wild party guy because of the glasses and the hair. But surprise—turns out, saving yourself for a contract marriage is just peak Gojo behavior.”

She looked at him, surprised. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not. You think I’m the type to just hand this glorious body to anyone?” He smirked, then paused, noticing her face.

The heat in her cheeks was unmistakable now. She was so still, it was as if she had turned into stone.

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re so weird.”

He smiled. “I know.”

A silence fell between them again. Not heavy. Just uncertain.

He peeked at her. “That scar… has nothing to do with it, right?”

She stiffened. His voice softened.

“I mean, if it did , then everyone else is just stupid. Because it doesn’t take anything away. At all.”

“I didn’t ask for compliments.”

“Yeah, well, tough. They’re free tonight.”

She inhaled, slow and shaky. “I thought it would be mechanical. Just… something to tick off.”

Gojo didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his voice was uncharacteristically serious.

“I don’t want it like that. Not with you looking like you’re preparing for battle.”

She looked down at her hands.

He reached out, carefully, like testing water—then gently brushed the back of his fingers against hers.

“Let’s… just try something else,” he said. “Like… maybe lying down? Facing the same direction? Breathing?”

“That’s your solution?”

“Baby steps.” He stood, holding out his hand. “Come on, warrior bride.”

She rolled her eyes but slipped her hand into his. His palm was warm. Comfortably rough.

They settled into bed, facing each other with far too much stiffness for two people who’d just gotten married. After a few seconds, Gojo raised a brow.

“We’re literally lying here like wooden planks. It’s a crime.”

“You said baby steps.”

“I didn’t know your steps were for toddlers.”

That earned a small laugh. Then, slowly, Utahime shifted closer. Her forehead rested gently against his chest, and his arm curled around her like instinct.

The moment was quiet. Fragile. Real.

Her hand clutched his shirt just a little.

“We don’t have to rush,” he said, more to himself than her. “But if we’re going to be each other’s home for a while… I want it to be warm. Not just signed.”

Gojo’s arm draped around her cautiously, her back against his chest as she turned around. The room was quiet save for their synchronized breathing. He was warm. She smelled faintly of jasmine and parchment—clean and comforting.

His voice rumbled softly. “Let’s get used to this first. The closeness. The breathing.

“I don’t know how to get used to this.”

“Me neither,” he whispered into her hair.

Her shoulders relaxed. “Just… don’t joke all the time. Let me breathe.”

“No jokes,” he agreed. “Only breathing. And maybe a compliment or two when you least expect it.”

She huffed, but he felt the small smile she didn’t let him see.

They stayed like that—entangled, not in passion, but in something quieter. Warmer. More patient.

For the first time since the wedding, it didn’t feel like a contract. It felt like a promise.

The night passed gently. No fireworks. No grand declarations.

Whew, that got a little softer than I expected… 👀

 If you’d like to see more of Gojo and Utahime fumbling through marriage, teasing their way into actual feelings —hit that link it'll take you directly to my fic...there's definitely more chapters !!!!!

[kaylamoonlight121]

Have I started writing another fanfic? Yes.

Will I give it more than one chapter(?)? Likely.

Who do I blame for getting me into the fandom? The damn Tumblr FYP for showing me damn gay hedgehogs which I now ship and am looking more into.

Is my search history now plagued with weird hedgehog questions and whatnot due to wanting some level of accuracy? Also yes.

So, without further ado, have some snippets, in no particular order, of a story I'm writing which I'll probably forget about at some point:

[carebooks]

makes me sad that most obx fics on wattpad are just blatantly boring, copying the script word for word, barely give the oc a personality or a chance to mess with the plot or with characters, just 1/10 for originality

[verballyblind]

did you guys know this my new fav writer duo

[ @hermslore @imonagetawaycar ]

[hatchet-creek]

STORY UPDATES...

Turns out, both of the newest chapters for my stories ( No One Can Hear You SCREAM & ShapEdd ) will be SUPER long chapters...!

YAAAY!

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Hi, are you okay I hope so, could you recommend me some Error × ink fics?

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

From Your Point of View by 0Sion0, TGK Translations (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

They say that to understand another person you should imagine yourself in their place. But what are you to do when you're pretty much forced into the body of your sworn enemy?

The Two Cockroaches by Mutatedbunnies (Mature, Incomplete)

In the aftermath of a messy breakup, Ink moves into the city to begin his life anew. After a fateful encounter with his neighbor, he falls head over heels for someone new. Error, a graduate student who’s hesitant when it comes to romance, is immediately swept up in Ink’s brilliance and vitality, unable to stop himself. While Ink and Error are consumed with one another, their friends and family fall into romantic affairs of their own. Cross, Error’s best friend, falls in love at first sight with Ink’s ex-boyfriend, who isn’t sure he’s ready for a new beau just yet. Geno, a promising young doctor, has an unfortunate tendency to be stalked by one of the hospital’s top forensic pathologists, Reaper.

I want your soul | Errorink / Errink by Yumikokun (General Audiences, Incomplete)

~ This story is inspired by another one...so if you stumble upon a story similar to this one, you know where I got the inspiration :) ~ . . . A story about a young prince who lives in a castle with his three older brothers. The oldest brother catches a mysterious flu that can not be healed with simple treatment. And thus, the kingdom is ruled by the second heir. The young prince, desperate to find salvation in healing his brother, travels in search of a wizard who might help him. Though, he stumbles upon more than he anticipated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Published: 2nd of June 2022 Ended: ?

Curiosity Killed the ErROr by ShandyCandy278 (Teen And Up, Complete)

After realizing that he knows next to nothing about how Ink came to be and that the guardian knows nothing as well, Error decides to start looking into it. The Creators are egging him on, and shenanigans from the other outcodes are proving to be quite the distraction; Ink just wants to be his friend (not happening), Dream is acting weird, and Nightmare can't believe his eye. The chances of Error learning everything are slim-to-none, but since when did that stop him?

Tangled Memories by honey_bubbletea33 (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Ink is forgetful, sure, but he remembers basic, necessary things, most of the time. So when Error finds him clueless, unable to remember how he got there or any of the people he interacted with, it's nothing short of a good opportunity. Ink knows where the Omega Timeline is, so Error can just go there and destroy it, right...? Turns out, Ink's memory is still limited at best, which leads him and Error on a hunt for more clues about Ink's previous life in the Omega Timeline, revealing a side of Ink Error never knew about. ...All he needs is for Ink to never remember who they were to each other.

[noctiva]

Ever since you revealed that you have a chainsaw man fic posted somewhere on the World Wide Web I’ve been trying to sniff that shit out like a bloodhound. Straight up scouring every tag possible on every website possible. I just know it’s heat

LMFAOOOOOOOO keep lookin baby I ain’t telling you

[squoony]

Both are going to be really angsty (and the optioned are supposed to be vague). The Chilaios fanfic is probably going to be longer than the Gen fanfic

[r3golith2]

I need more people to post their Fetchen fanfics on tumblr.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Heyy are you on Wattpad? Because if you aren't then someone reposted a story from you on there. I think it was the biker ghost story I wasn't sure if that's you because the account goes by another name than halycone of the sea

I am on Wattpad (by that I mean I have an account because people have stolen my fics before and I have to report them there. I never use it/post anything on it).

But I'd love if you could tell me who uploaded it! Totally send me another ask or a dm because it was 100% not me and I never gave permission for anybody to do that!

[dapooh]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Iori Utahime Characters: Gojo Satoru, Gojo Clan (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gojo Satoru's Mother, Iori Utahime, Nishimiya Momo, Zenin Mai, Miwa Kasumi, Toudou Aoi (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gakuganji Yoshinobu, Kamo Noritoshi, Zenin Naoya Additional Tags: Marriage Contracts, One Shot, Platonic Cuddling, Domestic Fluff, Humor, Gojo Satoru Needs a Hug, Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, Iori Utahime is Bad at Feelings, both are cute idiots, kyoto students - Freeform, Flashbacks, Minor Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Clan Politics, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Gojo clan drama, Mutual Pining, traditional customs, Separation Anxiety, Domestic Moments Summary:

New chapter update every Thursday 💌:

 In a world of power, legacy, and silent expectations, Utahime and Gojo enter a contract marriage- two opposites bound not by love, but by necessity. She's poised, scarred, and cautious. He’s powerful, playful, and hiding more loneliness than he lets on. Within the cold grandeur of the Gojo estate, where every step is watched and tradition rules, a delicate shift begins. Through quiet mornings, stolen glances, and gardens that whisper of belonging, two guarded souls slowly begin to unravel the walls around their hearts.

A slow-burn one shot of tenderness, teasing, and learning to trust someone in the silence between words.

[gwuncan-exhibit]

Hi there everyone, I have some very special news that I’d like to share for all of you…my AleTyler story is finally complete! It’s now available to read on both Wattpad and AO3! 🥳✨🏳���‍🌈

I was going to save this announcement for when I came up with a good title for this tale, but unfortunately, I haven’t really been able to find one that seems like the right fit, so I’ve decided to just go ahead and make this post regardless. The title will come soon though, I think it’s just going to end up being something that will simply show up when it does. 🍃

And also, @whereislyn was the one that created the gorgeous artwork that you’re seeing here above! This is the cover for my story and it really captures the true spirit of what I wanted this tale to be like, beautiful job done by them! 💟💫

But yeah, I hope that you all like this little love story I have made for these two kings! It was so much fun to write and I also hope that it’s a little bit as much fun for you reading it as it was for me making it. Enjoy!!! 🫶🏼💞

[isobugz]

(warning: this is long cause it's basically the skeleton/framework of the whole fic, it'll also spoil the kdrama if you'd want to watch it first)

please be nice, this is the first time I'm posting something of my own/original(?) lol

HEAR ME OUT OKAY‼️‼️‼️

so like,,, camerashipping (I have miles and Waylon brainrot) but put those bitches into the kdrama bl "Semantic Error"

specifically waylon as Chu Sang Woo and miles as Jang Jae Young, I've been thinking about this for days while rewatching it lmao, waylon being straightforward and no nonses, logical to a fault and "like a robot" (using the descriptor for sang woo that Jae young uses), while miles is chaotic and a bit mischievous but he's harmless (i swear)

they're in college and miles is basically living to annoy and bother waylon after he had messed up miles' chance to graduate (it was actually miles' fault but that's not how he wants to see it lol), though he quickly drops the reason because he simply likes messing with waylon and getting reactions from him, miles even joins a few of waylons classes just so he can't be avoided and unknowingly moves into the apartment next door

their relationship starts to take a change when miles saves waylon from a possible fight at a bar (think grown man threatening a college student), miles' feelings for waylon start to develop during that event, they become more friendly, miles no longer doing much to bother waylon but still having fun playfully messing with him, waylon not even minding the time around him anymore

one day, during a little excursion to the theater department to put back some costumes miles had "borrowed", miles decides to tease waylon by leaning in as if to kiss him only to whisper to him, waylon freaks out and runs off, finally noticing his own feelings for the other man (but not understanding them) and it makes him push miles away and shut him out after they've gotten so close, he's never been one for feelings and these new ones scare him in a way

they stop seeing each other for a while, miles avoiding waylon like the man clearly wishes him to, waylon going back to his monotonous everyday routine he followed before miles changed everything, but waylon realizes that he doesn't like going back to how everything was, he misses miles and can't stop thinking about him, eventually deciding to find the man and apologize (without explaining his feelings), miles doesn't immediately accept because hes stubborn and hurt but they work things out, back to normal but a little,, different, waylon becoming a bit more physically affectionate and even accepting some physical affection from miles for the first time ever, of course miles is definitely in love by now and waylon is,, stupid and won't acknowledge his own feelings

but then >:) eventually they're drinking together, waylon definitely having gotten ahead of miles in how much alcohol hes consumed, so when miles starts his usual teasing, waylon decides to tell miles what he thinks of him, rambling about all the negative things about him (more so the things he did to mess with waylon) eventually ending with waylon telling him he's lucky he's handsome, this triggers miles to start teasing more, a tension between the two while miles leans in towards him, there's a pause before miles warns waylon he's going to kiss him, that he can decide if he wants to stay or leave, and without missing a beat, waylon grabs that stupid man by his jacket and pulls him in for a kiss, pulling away for a moment just to be pulled back in by miles

waylon stands after the kiss has ended, panicking and trying to leave only to be stopped, miles asking why hes going just for waylon to say they should move on, it was a mistake and they were both drunk, miles being tired of the back and forth decides to confront waylon about how he feels, admitting his own feelings in the process, the confrontation ending with miles offering waylon a "two week trial period" for him to test out the relationship, waylon needs time to think

they haven't seen each other in a while since then, eventually waylon stops by to see miles again and after a bit asks what the trial period would look like, miles decides to give him a little preview, showing him small sweet affections and when waylon almost melts, miles pulls back and asks if he'd like to try the actual thing

finally after constant indecision, not having answered miles the last time and taken more days figure things out, waylon makes his choice, confessing to miles, telling him he wants to do the trial only for miles to deny him, waylon confused and almost hurt until miles tells him they should do the real thing, asking him if he'd like to date, and then they kiss the end :3

notes

there's no guarantee I'll ever write this lmao

there will be more meat to the story, this is just base work, partly why the last part sucks lol

obvi i wouldn't follow everything exactly from the drama

certain little details like the use of honorifics in the drama will be adjusted appropriately for the fic

waylon is stupid and figuring himself out, pls give him some grace 😔

Jae young is an artist who's in the design department (like video game characters and the works) and I'm undecided if I'll change that for miles, will need to change some plots if so lol (sang woo is studying compsci so waylon is fine)

Lisa legally has to play the role of ryu ji-hye (girl love interest for sang woo/waylon, i promise it's not a bad role)

[wardeninkyhawke12]

I hate when I watch a show and there’s hardly any smutty fanfic for the characters i actually like 🙃

Can’t a girl just goon in peace without ao3 telling me i have shit taste? 😭