#aro ace

Allo people really can’t grasp that we don’t wanna worry about cheating, finding “the one”, getting our partners something for every month-iversary, figuring out the best way to propose, having to constantly keep up with rules of relationships, and rather or not were in the talking stage or the situationship period or whatever their terms are.

@juneofdoom cw: self victim blaming, grief, aftermath of mass casualty event, near-death experience, suicidal ideation, self harm

AO3

Yuji sat up with a start, covered in cold sweat and eyes blown wide. He wrapped his arms around himself tightly, nails digging into his ribs as he rocked. Fuck, it wasn’t even just a nightmare, it was memories. Memories of everything he did under Sukuna’s control just over and over again. Would he ever sleep through a night again?

Not that you deserve it, he sneered at himself. Thousands would never wake again. How could he even think about himself?

Megumi! Yuji whipped around, finding Fushiguro closer than he had been when they fell asleep. Did he wake him? Fuck. Yuji put a shaking hand to Fushiguro’s wrist, heart finally starting to slow at the slow, steady pulse.

Yuji yelped as Fushiguro gripped his wrist, eyes snapping open. After a moment, Fushiguro relaxed and let go. Memories of carrying his heavy body slick with blood flashed across Yuji’s mind, and he hurriedly shook them away. A frown tugged at Fushiguro’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said a little too quickly. He added apologetically, “Sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep.”

Fushiguro slowly sat up, just peering at him. “You don’t check someone’s pulse for nothing,” he murmured.

Yuji looked away, hands fisting on his knees. Fushiguro didn’t need his problems. He already had to worry about… a choked sob escaped him, and Fushiguro froze. Yuji furiously scrubbed his eyes and took a shuddering breath. “I’m fine,” he tried to summon his old grin back, but Fushiguro cringed back. “Just a bad dream.”

Yuji didn’t have to look to know the pity Fushiguro must be directing at him. Anger boiled up, nails digging into his thighs as he willed the tears to stop. He didn’t get to cry over a nightmare. He was the one who killed all those people. The least he could do was show some respect in their horrific deaths.

“—ri. Yuji,” Fushiguro grasped him by the shoulders and forced him to look as he gasped. Face filled with worry and understanding, but devoid of pity. “If you’re to blame, so am I. I—”

“You didn’t release the king of curses!” Yuji bit out, heart wrenching as he shook like a leaf. “You weren’t slow enough Gojo was sealed. You—”

“I summoned Mahoraga against a fool with a sword because I was about to die,” Fushiguro interrupted sharply, though pain filled his eyes. “Sukuna wouldn’t have unleashed hell if I hadn’t tried to take him with me. If I had just—”

“Don’t!” Yuji hissed hoarsely. Understanding bloomed across Fushiguro’s face as his hold relaxed slightly. “Just… don’t.”

Emotions warred on Fushiguro’s face, too subtle under his mask to decipher. After a moment, he pulled Yuji into a hug and just held him. Yuji fought back weakly at first but finally let his head drop onto Fushiguro’s shoulder as their frames shook. Clinging to the fact that at least the other was alive.

Notes:

Had to sneak in ooone more before end of month lol @juneofdoom

AO3

Head thick as molasses, Suguru slowly dragged his way towards consciousness. Angry, indistinct words threw back and forth nearby, compounding his stabbing headache. Gods, he hadn’t felt like this since… his eyes flew open, and he heaved upright. Immediately regretting it as he swallowed back bile and the room swam.

“Woah!” “Dad!” his girls cried out at once, at his side in an instant blurry as they still were.

“I’m okay,” he murmured, heart hammering as he looked around and… He stayed. Suguru cringed as he remembered snippets of what he’d said. And done. Gods, no wonder he wanted to leave. Even as the thought tore through his heart. “I’m sober now. Thank you, Gojo,” the family name burned on his tongue. “I—”

“He was trying to leave!” Nanako glared over her shoulder accusingly.

“How long was I out for?” It only took a few hours for the effects to wear off Gojo last time, but this one seemed stronger. Or perhaps he was out of practice.

“Asleep? Two hours,” that fake, cocky grin slipped onto his face, “High out of your mind? Another three. But I should be going.”

The girls started to protest, but Suguru put his hand up. “Gojo is perfectly capable of leaving the moment he decides to. If he wants to stay for dinner, he can, but I’m sure Jujutsu High is expecting him back—”

“And then what?” Nanako bit out. “He’ll rat us out and we have to move again?”

“Nanako,” Suguru murmured softly.

Unhearing, she soldiered on, “We finally started acting normal. Finally have friends again. And you’re just going to let him take all that away?”

“Girls,” Suguru interrupted, just sharp enough to catch their attention as their heads turned back to him. “Gojo teleported me here. If you can’t trust him, trust me.” He looked to Gojo searchingly. He wouldn’t give them an empty promise.

“As I told the ladies, I won’t breathe a word.” An edge put Suguru at ease even as Gojo’s expression soured slightly.

“Trust that I know him well enough to take him at his word,” Suguru finished resolutely. Nanako and Mimiko just stared at him like he was talking nonsense.

“Then vow it,” Mimiko’s small voice silenced the room. Her gaze sharpened as she looked up at Gojo. “Vow you won’t tell anyone where we are.”

He shifted, radiating discomfort even as he tried to keep up the carefree front.

“Unless,” Suguru added, catching his eye before continuing, “it’s an emergency, in which case you get Nanako and MImiko out.” If that’s what they needed, he could at least ask. Maybe the glimpse into their life bought enough good will for this. If it didn’t… Nanako already asked. His addition could only help their case. They protested his exclusion, but he knew all too well the emergency Gojo was concerned about.

Conflicting emotions warred on Gojo’s face, and even through the blindfold Suguru could make out the pain and a hint of hurt that stung. But his girls only knew Gojo as the biggest threat to their safety and new life. Suguru tried to humanize him, but that moment a year ago had burned deep into their minds.

Gojo closed the distance in two strides as reluctant acceptance won out. Suguru extended a hand, which he immediately took. A shiver ran down Suguru’s spine at the simple gesture. Damnit, it didn’t mean the same thing to Gojo.

“I vow that I will not willingly tell anyone of the locations of Suguru, Nanako, or Mimiko Geto with one condition. If there is an emergency of any kind, I will teleport Nanako and Mimiko out of the affected area once before reporting Suguru’s location.”

“Thank you,” Suguru poured all he could into those two words, but Gojo let go and turned away. Desperation clawed at his throat for a chance for the girls to see, to know him. “Stay for dinner?”

Gojo hesitated only a brief moment before flashing that same grin over his shoulder that dropped Suguru’s stomach. “Nah, too much to be done.”

Okay buckle up my gender non-conforming friends, gender comfroming friends, other friends and my enemies too.

I am here to talk about soulmates, specifically soulmate AU’s- but the prospect of soulmates in general.

first some warnings: I am not poly and am AroAce but VERY sex repulsed so AlloAro’s do not get covered here as much as they deserve. If there’s a AlloAro that wants to add onto this- go ahead. I don’t want to speak of a field as if it’s my own

Now- Onto the show!

I feel like A-specs, Aro-specs, and AroAce’s relationships get excluded from this with LOVE being the idea but then it’s only excluded to romantic attraction and sexual love.

Which- Is. Not. The only form of attraction. It kinda bugs me- a lot.

I feel like a majority of people will see the word soulmate and immediately think “oh their dating” or “so they’re in loooove!” And like no- they don’t have to have any non-platonic feelings to be soulmates. That’s not what soulmates SHOULD mean.

Soulmates are allowed to be platonic!

Soulmates are allowed to be queer platonic!

Soulmates are allowed to be strictly sexual!

Soulmates are allowed to be strictly romantic!

Soulmates are allowed to be weird, messy and undefined!

Saying otherwise IS a sign of conscious and/or unconscious arophobia and aphobia!

I feel as if a lot a people get stuck in the mindset where everything is inherently romantic which leads to a lot of exclusion!

I- with my ship riddled mind can’t really talk. But it does bug me. So much.

There is so much potential for exploring forever friendships that stay exactly that.

A continued sexual relationship over years- without the danger of the either of you catching feelings

A friend group where everyone makes out and stays together forever- not having the pressure of having to have sex

And so much more!

Bounds of simple romantic and sexual relationship between two people exclude so much of the queer community- it’s kind of sad

There are SOOOOO many type of people in the world- that don’t get representation. Because the mindset of the majority is filled with ignorance.

Asexuals make up at least 1% of the world-

THATS MORE THAN THE POPULATION OF ALL OF DENMARK

Also- a-spec aro-specs and aroace-specs aren’t the only ones excluded in the general trope of ~Soulmates~

Polyamorous people are also excluded in this trope! And more probably that I don’t know about!

Anyway- this is long and I am rambling so I’m going to end this here. I do think this is import though!