#please give it lots of love 🙇🏽‍♀️

[sttoru]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 '𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒, CHAPTER I: you finish your last lecture of the day and head to get dinner before returning to your dormitories. you stumble upon an injured figure on your way home, laying in a dimly lit alley. despite the fear in your heart, you decide to reach out towards the unknown man in need of help.

wc. 3.7k

tags. assassin!toji x female reader. sfw; fluff-ish, angst. reader's best friend oc appearance (yona). mentions of murder, blood, knives, anxiety. general warnings for all parts of the series: size difference. age gap (reader early 20's, toji early 30's).

ten seconds. you shut down your laptop and close it. nine seconds. you put your laptop in your tote bag. eight seconds. you close your books and do the same. seven seconds. you put your coat on. six seconds. you check your phone for any messages.

five seconds. you’re thinking about what to eat once you arrive home. four seconds. you decide on a pack of noodles. three seconds. you realise that you’ve ran out of them. two seconds. you make up your mind to go to your local supermarket. one second. you stand up from your seat.

“..that’s all, students. have a nice day and i’ll see you at our next lecture.”

a sigh of relief escapes your lips. you’re finally freed from the shackles of your statistics class. not like you’ve paid much attention to what your professor had been yapping about anyway. it was too boring. the daydreaming you did about your potential future boyfriend and all the cheesy romantic stuff you’d do together was all the more important.

“earth to my best friend,” your friend’s voice snaps you back into reality. you look to your side and find yourself apologising for not hearing her the first time. yona chuckles and waves her hand dismissively.

“i asked if you had any plans after the lecture,” she continues whilst scrolling through her phone. you take a peek at her screen and notice that she’s already looking up available restaurants in the area.

you’re grateful that she’s looking out for you in her own way, but you’ve already made up your mind. a pack of your favorite ramen noodles will fill you for tonight. you’re low on cash this month anyway. a fancy restaurant would have you surviving on water for the rest of the week.

“ah, i actually do. gotta go grocery shopping ‘n stuff,” you pout apologetically before buttoning up your coat. yona nods in understanding, knowing the struggles of being a college student.

“aww, all right. we’ll go next time then,” she replies with a smile.

you walk out of the building with your friend by your side, chatting about how boring the lecture was. of course, you also learn all about the recent gossip around campus. yona is practically your plug for that.

“did you hear about that one girl that allowed her boyfriend to stay with her in her dorm room for a whole month and then got snitched on by her roommate?” yona snickers, not caring if anyone around you could hear the gossip.

you raise an eyebrow in surprise. your university has strict rules about guests staying over in the dormitories. they can spend a day or two, but you’d have to sign them in. plus the resident assistants usually check the rooms for any unusual activity every other week.

to hear someone had gotten away for a whole month is quite a surprise.

“he could’ve stayed for longer if it wasn’t for the roommate snitching,” yona continues and rolls her eyes. she takes a quick snack from her bag and bites into it.

you shake your head and shrug, making sure you don’t trip and fall down the stairs whilst you’re talking, “guess the roommate got enough of the random man in their room. i mean—they pay for that room as well. not like the girl is the only one living there.”

yona nods and turns a right. you follow, your eyes scanning the busy hallways. some students are rushing between the crowd to catch their train and others are making their way to their next two hour lecture. those poor souls.

“mhm. i wouldn’t wanna live with a man i don’t know either,” yona eventually adds after swallowing the last bite of her snack, “let alone for a whole month.”

she throws the wrapper in a nearby garbage can—which is overly full already. talk about a ‘hygienic’ school.

“right,” you shiver as the thought gets put into your head. a random man living with you. . . sounds like a nightmare. you’ve heard enough stories about how dirty they can be. in both the physical and mental aspects.

after some walking - and getting annoyed by random people who block your way due to how slow they’re moving - you reach the exit of the building. yona stretches her arms and grabs her phone before turning to you.

“anyway, see you later, hun!” she enthusiastically gives you a hug. you return the affectionate gesture with a gentle smile, rubbing her back. you exchange your last words before both going your own ways.

music plays in your ears as you walk down the street. the wind blows against your face. it’s a cold day. you wouldn’t be surprised if it were to rain in a bit.

‘gotta be fast’, you think. you are not carrying an umbrella with you, so you’d have to hurry back with your groceries. your legs pick up their pace and pass all traffic as fast as they can.

it takes you quite a while to get to your destination. that’s the drawback of living in such a packed city like tokyo. there is no way to move, especially in the evening, when everyone is returning home.

you reach a crosswalk and wait for the light to turn blue. whilst you’re waiting next to a bunch of people, your eyes wander across the scenery. from the huge billboards to your right to the multiple cars to your left.

your gaze stops at one specific billboard. it’s playing some of the latest news. a recent incident had taken place just a few kilometres north from your university. three people had been found cruelly murdered in their apartments.

the definite cause of their deaths is still unknown. there wasn’t any sign of a forced entry, even when reports say that all three victims had been killed in the same way.

they speculate that the person involved must have been quite skilled—someone who’s done this multiple times before. there are absolutely zero traces of them left neither. the only reason they’re able to conclude that it is indeed a homicide, are the similar wounds left on the victims’ bodies.

another comment from the investigation team shows that there might be a survivor who’s escaped the cold blooded killer. that person is now considered missing.

the police are still thoroughly investigating the matter; that’s all you get to know before the news reporter moves on to the next subject.

you look down at your shoes. such scary stuff does make you afraid. you’re living on your own after all. you’d be less scared if you had a roommate, but you currently don’t.

some call you lucky for that since it’s a rare occurrence, yet you still wish you had someone living with you. that would make walking back home at night less stressful.

the increase of footsteps around you makes you realise that the light turned blue—a sign for you to cross the street. you eventually reach the other side. you tilt your head back, anxiously staring at the sky.

‘please don’t, please don’t, please don’t,’ you chant in your head. like the weather is going to listen to your desperate pleas. you rush inside of the supermarket.

you’ve been here often enough to know which products are in what aisle. you scurry over to the ramen, grabbing two packs. you get a few snacks along the way. unhealthy crap, that’s what you’re surviving on.

you stand in line at the cashier. you tap your shoe and bite your lip, your gaze fixated on the sky outside. you beg god to give you just a few more minutes. a few more minutes of drought.

you check your phone and go through your recent notifications to kill time. you swipe left on almost all of them—none being time sensitive or urgent anyway.

you greet the cashier politely once it’s your turn and allow him to scan your products for you. you await for him to announce your total before handing him your debit card. your eyes flicker over to the television hanging right behind the cashier’s head.

that gruesome news again. twice in a row. you shiver and try not to think about it. your mind is already overthinking the entire thing; what if you’re next?

well, that should be the least of your worries. you grab the plastic bag and walk to the exit of the supermarket, taking a deep breath. what you actually should be worried about is getting home dry.

“just my luck,” you mutter under your breath. your prayers are left unanswered as the first few drops of rain fall on your head. you kiss your teeth in annoyance.

you can’t help but silently agree as a couple walks past you, complaining about the sudden change of weather. you watch as a few more people rush past you with their bags above their head.

looking at the bright side of things, you won’t be the only one who’s running home with a bag as a shield against the rain and wind.

you take a deep breath again and mentally prepare yourself for the quick journey you’re going to make. you look to the left and then the right. when the coast is clear, you dash into the direction of your dormitory.

the rain is not letting up. you rush past a few people, those carrying umbrellas walking the slowest of them all. ‘damn them’, you think, ‘they have it the easiest right now.’

you turn a corner and nearly bump into a woman. you politely apologise before continuing your little run home. damp droplets run down your forehead. the rain is already starting to block your vision.

you tightly hug your tote bag to your chest with one arm. the last thing you want is for your laptop to get water damage. you’ve wasted tons of money on that thing to help you get through college.

you look down at the plastic bag with your food. that’ll survive. at least you think it will.

you squint. the rain is only getting worse and thus your blurry vision will as well. you try blinking the water away, but end up making it worse for yourself.

great.

your shoes are going through it. the deep puddles you’ve run through leave the material moist and you can already feel the droplets seep into your socks.

greaaat.

you turn a left. this narrow street is one you hate to be near when it’s dark. it’s a fast shortcut, but also a scary one since it’s isolated from the bustling main streets.

you think back to the cruel news you’ve heard earlier. scary images flash through your mind. your heart races a thousand miles per hour. you once again make up a doom scenario that could possibly happen.

what if the killer on the run is going after you next?

it doesn’t make sense, logically, but everything is possible now that your anxiety has overtaken your rational thoughts. you have no connections to those victims and yet you think you’re next.

you are next.

you whimper out of fear. it feels like the walls of this narrow street are closing up on you the faster you run. you look over your shoulder, excepting someone to be there—following you.

no one is there. you turn your head again and run as fast as you can. if only you had someone with you. someone who’d console you and tell you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

that’s the worst thing about the entire situation: nobody seems to pass by this backstreet. the only things that could possibly give you any sense of comfort are the random boxes and trash laying around.

time seems to slow down once you see the end of the backstreet. there’d actually be people once you make it through. you gulp and give yourself the motivation to get over there without scaring yourself any further.

the shadows looming over you due to the lack of lightning in this alleyway creep you out. the entire atmosphere is eerie—like something or someone can jump out of those shadows and grab you by the ankles. drag you into the darkness and finish you off there.

you want to return to those vibrant lights you know so bad. you do.

your eyes are so intensely focused on the end of the streets to the point that you forget your surroundings. it’s already too late to realise that you’re tripping over something. you process that you’ve lost your balance when you’re already mid-fall.

your body lands on the wet ground with a loud thud. luckily enough, your hands touched the concrete first, softening the fall for your head. you grunt and groan; it still hurt.

your ears pick up on the sound of running water. your head lays right next to a broken pipe that’s leaking water onto the pavement. cold droplets fall in a rushed rhythm.

“ah, fuck.”

your eyes widen. the sound of a man behind you sends a shiver down your spine. is that why you tripped? did he make you trip?

‘i’m so done,’ you conclude quietly. it’s probably the killer you’ve heard about—the one who’s coming for you next. just like you had thought.

you shut your eyes tightly, awaiting the strike that would finish you. like the wounds that had finished the other victims. though, it never comes. the stabbing doesn’t happen.

the only thing you can pick up on is heavy breathing. low grunts, barely audible. the sound of cloth ripping. a man mumbling under his breath.

you sit up on your knees and look over your shoulder. slowly, little by little.

the revealed sight is like a dream. or a nightmare. you don’t know which it is. perhaps a mixture of both.

all you know is that this is the last thing you expected to see. the last thing you expected to experience today. you feel your heart drop and you freeze in place.

you’ve seen your own fair share of blood, but this is simply too much. it’s like time has stopped for you. like time has stopped inside of this backstreet.

the world outside of this alleyway continues moving. the people keep walking, chatting and living their lives. the rain keeps falling. as if nothing is occurring at the moment.

as if there is no bloodied man on the dirty ground, leaning against the wall, with crimson stained hands clutching his abdomen. his wet bangs cover his eyes which makes his identity even more mysterious.

you probably tripped over his leg that’s stretched out in front of him; also bloody. you feel bad for not noticing him earlier. your own selfish desires to get out of this alley caused you to overlook a person in need of urgent aid.

you don’t think twice before reaching out towards him. it’s like your body moves on its own command—not waiting for your brain to figure out what to do.

“oh my god,” you’re shaking badly, but your body crawls closer to the injured figure. you don’t think twice. something you have always taught yourself to do before diving into unfamiliar situations.

not right now, however. you don’t hesitate to check up on the stranger. if you didn’t see his chest moving with each shaky breath, you’d have concluded that he’s dead.

“s-sir?” you panic. what do you do? you’ve never landed in such a predicament before. you look to your left and then to your right. no one to help you nor the bloodied man.

he doesn’t reply to your voice. that further worsens your anxiety. your eyes wander down towards the man’s abdomen. the wound was deep and painful, that much you can tell from the way he’s holding tightly onto it.

a bullet wound? you’re not sure.

right—the piece of cloth he’s keeping against the wound. that’s what you do to try and stop the bleeding. the warm red liquid stains the man’s baggy pants. his black shirt is nearly ripped to shreds, the material hanging on by a thread. literally.

“uhm, uh,” you look around and spot your bag on the floor. in a puddle. you pray that your laptop has made it. you don’t recall having anything with you that could help treat wounds.

you gulp and hastily take off your scarf. you carefully kneel in front of the half-conscious man. his head is held low. you don’t know if he can even hear you.

you reach your hand out towards him, aiming for his own bloody hands that hold onto his abdomen. you cringe due to the sight, but try your best to be of assistance.

the man hisses the moment you touch the his hand. your fingers stop mid-air, not wanting to touch him if he didn’t want to.

what am i thinking?

now is not the time for that. he’s bleeding out and you have this urge to get him to safety as soon as possible. even if you’re internally panicking because of the huge responsibility that fate has suddenly assigned you.

“i’ll call an ambulance. please hold on,” you try to be reassuring, however your choked up voice betrays your true feelings. you change the old cloth with your scarf, pressing it tightly against his injury.

you fish out your phone from your pocket using your other hand. the rain makes it hard to do anything. your screen is wet, your vision blurry. you type in the first number of the emergency services.

suddenly, a bigger hand swats yours, causing your phone to go flying to the other side of the street. you watch with wide eyes as your cellphone comes to a stop right next to a big puddle of rain.

you whip your head to the direction of the injured figure in front of you. the man tries to lifts his head, slowly, so he could look you in the eye. your heart stammers in your chest.

“sir, you’re bleeding out, you need to—“

“i don’t need anythin’.”

you don’t dare to move nor let out a single breath. you can feel the tip of a sharp blade rest under your chin—nearly penetrating the flesh. one wrong move and you will lose your life.

the man had moved too fast for you to even process. you don’t know how you even ended like this. with a bloody knife to your throat and an unknown man’s face right up against yours.

“leave,” the stranger demands. you know he’s not to be messed with, even in his weakened state, “i don’t need y’r help.”

his voice sounds rough. deep and raspy. it shakes you to your core—makes you listen to what he has to say. it’s hypnotising. a gust of wind blows over the both of you.

his bangs move and your gaze finally meets his. the background noises fade for a split second. your entire focus is on those beautiful emerald orbs staring into your own eyes. they’re gorgeous.

they're gorgeous; even if they lack that sparkle of life. his eyes tell stories—the rough journeys this man probably had to endure throughout the years. you’ve never seen such a sight. it tugs at your heartstring and urges you to help him.

you don’t know where these feelings came from, but amidst your anxiety, there’s an underlying desire to take care of him.

you shake your head, showing your unexpected defiance. you’re playing with fire. you know that all too well and yet you don’t care.

“no. i won’t leave,” your breath hitches. you notice the dangerous glint in the man’s eyes. he looks like he’s going to lose consciousness any second now. though his grip on the knife tells another story, “i won’t leave you alone. not like this.”

the injured stranger grunts in annoyance, but also in pain. your persistence makes him want to shove you to the side. to leave this place already and find a way out on his own. he doesn’t want your help.

he may actually need it, but he does not want to accept it.

despite those thoughts, he’s too weak. way too weak. he doesn’t like being weak. feeling weak is not his thing. vulnerability doesn’t suit him.

“you have a fuckin’ death wish,” the man scoffs. he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold onto consciousness, but that is the last thing he cares about. he wants you gone. out of sight.

you stay in place. even through his chilling death threats. you can feel the blade start to invade the first layer of your skin. it hurts already. normally, you would’ve run. you want to. your mind tells you to get the hell out, but your heart and body yells at you to stay.

“i’ll give ya three seconds,” the stranger continues. he’s close. so close that you can feel his hot breath against your freezing cheeks. it’s intimidating, however not enough to scare you away.

the tighter your grip on the scarf against his abdomen, the tighter his grip on the handle of the knife. time will tell who’ll win this battle.

“three.”

the countdown starts. you swallow your own spit. the rain has you completely drenched. you catch a glimpse of the puddle underneath you both. the colour of it a light red as the man’s blood flows and mixes with the clear water.

“two.”

his voice is quieter than before. he’s losing his strength, but is stubborn enough to firmly keep the knife below your chin. you’re sure that your own blood is already trickling down the shiny metal.

the man’s lips part to announce the last number. your last chance. your final opportunity to escape and act like you have never seen him. you can go back to your normal life—continue living in your own world. the one you are familiar with.

one without this unknown man. this man with an aura of a cold hearted killer.

you fingers curl tightly against the scarf pressed against his wound. you refuse to let up. even if it means your own death. your eyes close—cold damp droplets roll down your cheeks. you don’t know if they’re your tears or if it’s just the pouring rain.

you hear a low, frustrated groan. he sounds so close yet so far from you. you can feel the man’s arm move to adjust his grip. probably to try and flawlessly puncture your jaw.

if only you accepted to eat out with your friend. if only you turned around and went back to your dorm the moment you knew it was going to rain. if only you didn’t take this shortcut today.

if only your fates hadn’t clashed.

“one.”

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk x you #jjk angst #jjk x y/n #toji x you #please give it lots of love 🙇🏽‍♀️

[journalsofanaesthete]

I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you 😔💔

It wasn't my intention to leave you out of this but as you are struggling with your mental health and only come active to post something, I decided to give you time. And I just started this right now it's nothing that's why I can't add too many people in this but as it will grow, when this nothing will become something I will give you, all of you guys who are close to my heart a chance to show your potential in this. I chose momo because of her humor and active friendly behavior. She was the best candidate for this at the moment.

So don't be mad please I love you guys a lot and equally❤️🙇🏽‍♀️

It was a surprise for a reason🥺💕

Arey I know how much you care and think about everyone including me my soulsister. And currently main sirf mental health ke saath nhi har chiz ke saath struggle krri hoon 🥲. But mujhe btadete I'm an amazing hype man I mean hype girl. Hype bnadeti thodi 🥹. But itna bura nhi lga bhaiiii that you need to apologize 🫂. Concept bhut acha nikala hai or blogs bhut pyare bnaye plus themes ke liye to 100 m se 100 number. Mera on and off chlta rahega abhi ke liye completely off ni jari but completely on bhi nhi rhungi. But still I will try to stay updated with all the gapshap you guys are about to provide whole desiblr.

#alhad si simran #chai ki bhadwi momo

[janumun]

Undone (JJK Nanami - NSFW)

Pairing: Nanami/Reader

Rated: NSFW/18+

Tags: oral sex (and a lot of love for him), facial

Author’s Notes: @mystikawi, mijn vriend! Please let me save face with that shoddy translation LOL. Tumblr successfully (URGH) ate up your Ask so I’m unable to post that gold message here but thank you for asking for Nanamin! Always a welcome presence in our conversations, in my head and in my writing 🙇🏽‍♀️ Thank you for being so patient, lovely.

(Requests for this event are now closed, dear readers. Thank you to all those who participated.)

His brow is tight. Furrowed lines of concentration; beading perspiration across his forehead. So slick, some of his usually well-settled hair pastes against his skin and yet Nanami does not move to fix it back in place. His large hands are knitted, as well. Gentler than the knot of his brow, softer. And into your hair as he brushes long digits through the cascade of it. Moves to gather locks to the side and press over the fall of one shoulder as it undulates with the effort you make, knelt in between his legs. “Take your time,” he says, voice rather hoarse, you know in an effort to ease your work, always to give you comfort. Even as you catch the jump of his jaw when your tongue sweeps his leaking cockhead into your mouth.

“Mm,” you acknowledge, even as you gently disregard his advice in favor of pleasing him, like he so deserves. Nanami breaks a loose, low grunt at the hum, right against him; pads of thick fingers pressing ever so slightly into your hair.

Pulling off him to flitter open-mouthed kisses onto his wet length, “You’re so hardworking, I love you for it.” Tonguing each ridged vein across the shaft with great care. “But sometimes, I wish you weren’t. You allow yourself no rest, Nanami-san.”

He tips a mildly thwarted gaze your way. “I do, on occasion.”

“Referring to the funds you’re saving up for a vacation, at the end of the year? That’s called planning for rest, not actually doing it.” Smoothing a kiss onto his beautiful, slick tip, it earns you his tremble, and a flex of digits within your hair.

Kneading at the firm, tensed muscle of his thighs, you work him open wider. Moving your mouth across his length, steadily increasing your fill of him. Nanami’s taste is musk, salt and pleasure, almost your favorite flavor. Almost.

Your name’s a low, unsteady sound of pleasure rolling off his tongue; brows just as tight knitted and heavy, it seems as if they’re wringing the very stress out of him. Nanami’s jaw drops open on a groan when you swallow him down to the base of your throat.  Another favorite flavor.

Grounding yourself against sturdy thighs as you pull him deep, vision swimming with the effort but his little, tamped sounds of pleasure stir arousal and satisfaction enough, you’re happy to have him buried within, inhaling at the sandy hair dusting his pelvis. Reaching to stroke his balls, you feel him stifle over a harsh groan, as you move to slip off of him, his orgasm splattering wet, warm strokes across your face, just as that severe knit at his forehead slackens at last. And you smile, victorious.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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[dulcetscen]

May I please request HCs for Tanaka, Kyoutani, or Aone helping their really short [I’m talkin under 5’3”] & skinny fem!s/o who is insecure bc of being infantilized or not feeling curvy enough to be sexy??🥺🥺

Can be SFW, or NSFW, or both. Any is fine with me, thank you💖

No nsfw, so I hope that’s okay ♡ did a little for each character to hopefully make up for it 🙇🏽‍♀️ (also I love aone so much, just- gentle giants are my soft spot omg)

Tanaka Ryunosuke

- first off, Tanaka worships the ground that you walk on. There isn’t a thing about you that he would ever see as a con, and even the traits/habits that aren’t so good, he’s somehow able to turn into a positive

- So when he first hears you voice your insecurities with how you look, for a moment he’s at a loss for words

“Huh?? [y/n] you’re so perfect, are you kidding me?”

“What do I have to do to prove to you that you’re perfect the way you are?”

- He would then start to blame himself, somehow reasoning that he hasn’t been doing enough to make you feel attractive in your own eyes

- Cue the sudden shower of compliments and extra attention that he begins to pay you

- He’d make it a point that when the two of you are alone, he’d start giving you compliments that he wouldn’t dare say in front of anyone else

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?”

“You’re perfect… everything about you is just perfect.”

- If he ever overhears someone degrading you or mocking you for your size, his self control (the little that he has) is completely thrown out of the window

“You want to say that again? I don’t take too kindly to you even looking at her in that way.”

- Expect a lot of out of the blue reassurance from now on

“You’re perfect, you know that right?”

“The perfect size for me.”

Kyoutani Kentaro

- Kyoutani would at first be just slightly annoyed with you, especially if he begins to hear you bring it up more and more

- He’d shoot you a look, albeit one a little meaner than he was intending, just to get the point across to you that he does not agree with what you think about yourself, and that every part of you seemed to have been made perfectly for him

“Why are you worried about that all of the sudden anyway?”

- When he finds out that someone put the thought in your head that you weren’t womanly enough, you suddenly don’t notice them picking fun at you soon after that. In fact, you didn’t really see them around as much at all but… that’s not really your problem now, is it?

“If anyone says anything like that to you again, let me know. Alright?”

- Kyoutani is always much softer with you when you’re in private, and it’s only then that you realize how much knowing about your insecurities hurts him

“Can’t you tell how much I like your body?” The tips of his ears would flush a deep pink, his hands just a bit clammy as he cupped yours in his. “Isn’t that enough for you, [y/n]?”

“You’re more than enough for me. Remember that.”

Aone Takanobu

- He knows what it’s like to be ridiculed for how you look - more than you know

- He’s silent when you finally open up to him about why you’ve suddenly become shy in his presence, no longer wanting his warm hands to freely roam your body as they used to whenever you were wrapped in his arms

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” His voice is quiet, almost a whisper as he cupped your cheek to lift your face so you’d look at him

“Can I show you how much I love your body?”

- As suggestive as that sounds, Aone somehow made it the sweetest experience you’ve experienced with him yet. His lips pressing soft kisses all along your body, hun whispering a reason why he liked this part and that

“I love this spot because of how soft your skin is here.”

“And here because of how ticklish you are.”

“And here because…”

- He knows that he’s not the best at expressing himself, and you’ve always wanted him to be more open with you, so he vowed that he’d do that as often as you needed him to - forever even, until you no longer worried about what you looked like or how tall you were

“You’re everything that you need to be, and so much more.”

Read a similar request for Iwaizumi here

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[not-your-damsel]

dropping a line to say i really enjoy your writing. i just finished binging your hawks fics and also your catch and release series and i’m already wanting more! you write for the bird so nicely and it makes him seem so much more innocent and inexperienced/fragile/shy than what we see him as in fanon and i find that i actually really like that for him. it seems to fit his actual personality well. keep up the nice work, i so look forward to whatever you have in store for all of us!

Thank you so much, Anon!

Wahhh, this is so kind! Thank you! Ah, yes, readers seem to be really enjoying the 🪶feathered boy🪶 content I’ve made very much lately despite there not being much of it. But I do love him, I’d actually commit crimes for him in the name of his happiness, heroism be damned lol. Keigo, much like Shinsou, deserves the universe and everything beautiful and good it has to offer.

I’m so happy to see interest in the Catch and Release mini series, I truly didn’t see it happening and I definitely have some amazing people in my corner for that. People that if you’ve yet to come across their blogs, I’d be more than happy to direct you to them because most of them have far more up than I do and you won’t be disappointed. @touyasdoll/@touyasdollmain (for encouraging me to post C&R in the first place 🖤) @mxgenderbender @literotica (for beta reading and providing input/ideas/direction for what’s to come in the final 2 chapters 🖤🖤) @pervysenpaix (for reblogging and helping it spread even father to her followers and beyond 🥺🖤). Check those blogs out, you’ll be happy you did 😉.

There’s definitely going to be more to come, I promise. I have way too much swirling in my head for what I want to get out: that includes more Hawks content as well since he’s hubby #2 lol. But I really want to get more Shinsou content out as well because hubby #1 hasn’t had an upload in a hot minute. Lol, I say that when I have an Aizawa category up that has zero fics under his title. *sigh* Poor man.

While I wish and want to get the multiple works/wips out to you all back to back to back, I’m not in the best place at the moment in my life. I’ve actually been dipping in here every once in a while and trying to answer some things in the order of least to most recent as best as I can. And I have kind of a lot to answer and whatnot but I’m trying to do it in a way that won’t make me feel too overwhelmed. I want to give my readers something I’m proud of and that they deserve and for that I want to be in a better headspace. So I had to step back for a bit for my own wellbeing, and possibly for other’s wellbeing, too. But more content is what I think about and build upon a lot when I’m alone so you’ll definitely be getting more, just give me some time, please 🙇🏽‍♀️

Again, thank you so very much for your time and for writing to me!

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NEW YEAR’S EVE REFLECTION?😬

Well, this may be a long one. It could be because it’s midnight here so the emotional train has arrived😬 But seeing how it’s new year’s eve I think that’s alright.

This is a post to basically remind myself the reason that I write and you know, just to keep going. So if you read through every line until the end, I appreciate that you took the time to read a small snippet of basically what is my life!🙇🏽‍♀️

When I was in middle school, I really struggled with my self-esteem and I felt that I was living through each day with a rock carried on my back.

It was difficult to voice out what I was feeling and I couldn’t click with a lot of people. I felt like a fish out of the fucking sea.

Then, a close friend introduced me to the world of fan fictions. Story cut short, I read them and I felt so carefree.

They got me through the hardest times. When I hated myself. When I wanted to do better but I couldn’t.

Yeah, these amazing fan fictions got me out of my very own self-pity pit that I dug for myself.

I got much better after leaving middle school, no longer seeing people that were toxic in my life. Most importantly, I could control my life the way I wanted it to go.

Y’all know how that happened?

Writing. A lot of people seriously underestimate the power of writing about characters that they love, that give them comfort. Writing empowers people in ways that possibly cannot be imagined. (Side Note: I just want to say I appreciate every fic writer even though I may not be able to do so and anyone else who reads this, PLEASE APPRECIATE YOUR FIC WRITERS.)

A few years later and I’m in pre-university. I’m writing quite sparsely due to my commitments and I will not lie - at that time, I was at the best condition of my life.

Then comes university. Comes the pandemic. I actually created tumblr back in 2017 but I never got down to using it properly. But maybe some of you who follow me since the beginning may know how I finally decided to start writing again on this platform.

So I’m interning at a youth agency and I love it that I’m learning a lot. I’m definitely blessed that at least I’m interested in what I’ll be doing in a few years time. I’m not going to say ‘enjoy’ because I know at some point in time I will be struggling.

Then I meet my friend mid way through our internship for dinner. After dinner, she randomly brings up the suggestion of watching Shang Chi and the legend of the ten rings. I agree being the massive fanatic of marvel.

Basically, the movie had blown my mind and I adored how Simu portrayed the character. Somehow, somewhat, he managed to reignite my spirit for writing. Or maybe, it was always there.

So I write and then I’m welcomed into an awesome community! #thotsquad Honestly, it’s such a mind boggling experience and I’m very thankful.

I start expanding to more characters and try to incorporate my own experiences and my writing style into it. And it has helped me so much to cope with various situations that can be rather unpleasant at times. Writing also helped me to straighten out my mind and tell me that eventually, everything will be ok.

So if you were that one person that has read up to here, I just want to say thank you for reading the fics that I wrote for this year! Thank you for all the kind feedback and I’ll definitely be having more for next year! Of course, with school starting in less than a month, this means that updates may be slower so I will appreciate the kindness in waiting!❤️

Lastly, big shoutout to the squad: @wint3r-h3art @crazycookiecrumbles @tom-whore-dleston @buckybleu @cloverrover @jonsnowbrooding

Very grateful to have gotten to know y’all this year!💕

#blackbat rambles #thank you #I am blessed #will keep this post as memory sake