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Hey

Ive been seeing youre writing hc’s about mlbb characters can i please request an alpha one please because i need some hcs about that boy😩

boyfriend hcs; alpha

n. ah hi guys! i hope u enjoy :3

c. fluff

boyfriend!alpha keeps a separate hard drive in his system that is solely dedicated to you. it’s the largest unit in his system. the content and data he collects ranges from photos, videos, personal information, and details about you that are as small as if you like your grapes seedless or not.

boyfriend!alpha refuses to reboot or upgrade his system. octavius is muddled that his cyborg that he built from top to bottom utterly declines a new system that is more compatible than the last. alpha has a rational fear of losing his data. he deems it very valuable and if he ever were to lose his memories with you, there would be no point, will there? the only solution to this problem is that octavius outputs all his data into a usb and transfers it to his new system. alpha is grateful.

boyfriend!alpha will drop everything and anything if he gets the impression that you are in danger. oh yeah, he’s fighting crime right now but there’s a spider on your bathroom wall? he surrenders to defeat and gets to you as soon as he can. he’ll never make you wait if he doesn’t have to.

boyfriend!alpha doesn’t let being a cyborg be an excuse. human emotions or not, he performs just as well as any human does. he’ll find ways to show he loves you. his love language is surely acts of service. he buys you your favorite flowers, candy, and writes you sensual love letters. he really does try his best.

boyfriend!alpha breaks the rules. the laboratory does have some strict rules, but does alpha follow them? no. does he have to break them? no. the laboratory provides rooms for the doctors and nurses. in the dead of night, your getting a soft knock at your door; one part of you is sacred and the other is questioning who could this be. it’s almost midnight.. you can’t be out of your quarters between 10 pm and 7 am. it’s alpha, obviously. “goodness, let me know next time you’ll be sneaking out past working hours.”

boyfriend!alpha only allows two people to work on him for better upgrades. octavius and you. he knows you insanely well and he knows you do your job well. he will never ever question your abilities. “i think that screw was meant to go here.” “are you serious right now?”

boyfriend!alpha is husband material. alpha does corny and sappy things with you. he sees everything on the web of course. that is his source! he knows you may not like it as much as he does and that’s why he’s such a great boyfriend! he puts you first in any situation and gives you extreme princess treatment. his love is undying and i don’t think he’s ever looking at another woman again.

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everyday we get on our knees and pray xen, our goddess

omgee please this is a lot pressure 😻 gotta lot in my hands, what can i say 🤓

miss u & love u <3

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happy valentine’s day to everyone! i love you all sm!

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you should marry me; i. r he wants you bad, he’s just loves sugar coating things.

n. ahhhh! long awaited oneshot, i hope u like it ale <3 @kaisersheart

c. established relationship, crack, fluff, wrote this w one eye open

as you pranced around your bedroom—rin watched you from the bed. he laid down on his side, his head up and watchful. you entered the bathroom, leaning towards the counter—still unaware of the pair of eyes watching you. “rin, what time is it?” you kept yourself distracted by looking at yourself through the reflection of the mirror. 

“rin.” you didn’t turn to him. 

“you should marry me.” he declared loudly in a sense of confidence. 

his eyes shifted dreamily to every inch of your form. he had been caught in your beauty and remained frozen. 

god, rin really was a natural flirt without even trying. whenever his words were safe behind walls, he just couldn’t contain his composure. both his actions and words showed just that. 

you stared back at him with an flustered smile—a frantic giggle leaving your lips. 

“rin, you’re really flirty, aren’t you?” 

“what? im just suggesting it. that’s not flirting.” rin grumbled and turned away from you now that he’d been caught flustered himself. 

“no no, that was like,” you approached the side of the bed, poking his back with one of your fingers. “actual real flirting.” 

“no it was not.” he quickly yanked the blanket over his head before letting you catch a glimpse of his face. 

“and like, that’s a big proposal there buddy.” 

“what? just go to sleep.” you began laughing hysterically—hurriedly sliding into bed besides him. “you sound like a crazy woman.” 

you tapped on his shoulder once. “i won’t fall for you tricks.” you whispered. 

with a scowl, rin turned back to you. “what? you aren’t even going to consider?” you shook your head, meeting his eyes. 

“if you let me tell all your pals what a flirt you are, ill greatly consider.” 

“shut up,” his nose dug into your chest, an action of pure gentleness. “just consider. no telling about what a flirt i am.” his long arms squeezed your waist using it as leverage to pull you closer. 

your response resulted in laughter. “okay okay! fine.” 

rin hummed in victory. finally, you would consider. he’s been waiting forever. 

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Bro can u do a Itadori x reader but like they’re just being adorable

Total fluff🙏🙏😻

stop im blushing w all these jjk requests 😚 coming soon!

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Can you make a fanfic about gojo and geto turning into alpha wolves and ruling the night

such an amazing request bbg 😻🙏 writing now

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just for you; g. s genji is rushed to your operation room, believing it'll be dr. ziegler to operate on him.

n. wrote this on three hours of sleep w school tmr, and i actually liked it sm! idk yall, im getting back into my game plz bare w me.

c. first meeting, mentions of mercy (angela), lowk crack

“we have a patient in critical condition. he needs to be treated immediately.” god, angela where are you when i need you most? you double-take the patient in the gurney—genji shimada. his name had appeared more than once on your files. but never once was he sent to your aid. dr. ziegler was his primary doctor since she maintained most of his records and regular check-ups. 

the assistant rolled the gurney into the room. “please, notify dr. ziegler of mr. shimada’s status. im sure she’d want to know.” i inform, inspecting the patient with a cringe. his visor is damaged with a dent, wires sprouted from his shoulders, and his left lower limb seemed just too far out of place. 

“will do ma’am, ill be here if you need me.” the assistant left—leaving a tense silence in the air. 

“shimada, are you alright in there?” 

“im alright.” his words came out strained, almost as if he felt the physical pain being done to his body. you acknowledged that. as you moved to his side—determining how to treat the damages, he spoke in a soft voice. “is dr. ziegler unavailable?” and it made you wince. 

“she’s been transferred to overwatch headquarters in switzerland. i am so sorry.” he gave you a quiet hum—observing you through his visor. you looked attractive, beautiful, and it really intrigued him. you spoke in that angelic voice, had observant and quiet motions—he couldn’t wait to bury angela with queries. 

“your cooling system must have been tattered with. the wires don’t usually come out like this do they? reattaching your limb should be easy.. but, your wiring is jumbled—it’ll take a lot of time to install it properly,” in deep concentration, you furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest, and then sighed. “and, you must have suffered quite a blow to your face.” 

“ah, just a boulder. nothing special.” 

operations on flesh and bones were completely opposite of cybernetic and robotic parts. there was really no easy way to work around any mechanical part that ran on a code—not without guaranteeing its success.  

you stifled a quiet groan—turning away from your patient. you couldn’t admit to him you’ve never worked on a half-cyborg—actually, no one has in the nepal headquarters! 

“doctor?” 

“sorry, lets get to work right away.” 

you whisked tools in your hands from around the room—useless or not, you placed them on a moveable cart. “we’ll start on your leg, then work our way up.” 

as the operation began, you worked attentively. this must have been your most daring task yet. 

“doctor,” genji cooed once.

“ye-yes..”

genji cooed again—not being able to make out your coherent words. “doctor.” and it didn’t take long before you sprang up. 

“yes!”

“you are too focused. it makes me worry.” wasn’t that a good trait of a doctor? i pulled back, blinking twice at a loss.

“i suppose you are right..” you directed your eyes toward him. “ive never worked on a specimen like you.”  you unconsciously lowered your head.

“a cyborg?” you nod. 

“only dr. ziegler specializes in those preposterous things..” genji chuckled, causing you to perk up.

“you seem informed about it all.” 

“she only taught me a few things. ive also worked on cassidy’s cybernetic arm aswell. thats my only experience.” genji stared in awe—you picked up fairly quick.

when he arrived at nepal headquarters—wounded, he expected dr. ziegler. his visits with her were short—she was a busy woman, he knew. and when he found himself being in a room with someone other than her, he accepted his fate of chaos and disaster. 

“how long are you stationed here?” 

“about 2 months or so.. they want me back in zurich as soon as possible.” genji nodded in acknowledgment. really, he was intrigued.

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not me being here again, but— i love your writing so much! so why not requesting about my true love?

could you write something about rin’s secret flirty side? like, he has one but it’s mostly unconscious and only when he’s with the reader. reader’s noticed it almost every time but he’s always “no, wtf you’re talking about.” but then surrenders.

only if you want of course, have a good day/night. <3

!this is literally so him! i gen think he'd keep denying it all the way until you threaten to break up w him or smth..

this work will be coming soon, super excited!

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ohhhh my godddd 😩 hysterically shaking

aldous is actually sparking smth in me and it is FERAL

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n. scrapped fredrinn work. its not well done, and i promise you i will not be finishing it—sorry! just wanted to help my account stay alive, lmfao.

fredrinn followed the compass—you followed fredrinn. even after forbidding yourself into involving yourself with that unruly man, you made it a priority to keep him company on his quest to find his best friend. that was simply all it meant to you, and you were certain that was all it meant to him.

you had known very little about the man—his name, quest, and where he was from was the only knowledge you had about him. when he barged into the tavern on that frigid stormy night with severe injuries, you panicked. he could be anyone! a mobster, assassin, or could even be affiliated with the abyss. knowing that, you still took him in and nursed him back to health. after that encounter, you had seen him more often in the tavern than you should have. if anything, the man had already become a regular there and would even occasionally participate in the game nights hosted there every sunday.

your uncle—who owned the tavern, grew suspicious. were you inviting some mobster into the tavern? so he could cause a ruckus? no, no, no. it was far from that. maybe you didn’t notice but fredrinn had grown very fond of you—so fond of you, he made sure to often visit the tavern.

if he could tell fray about what he felt for you—he would. but fredrinn couldn’t even explain to himself why he felt the way he felt. his thoughts were always between fray and you. it was such a surprise to him—that someone other than fray was in his heart. he never opened his heart.

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out of time; granger a lover from the past ceases your longing and makes a polite request to mend the past of your relationship.

n. just a repost, but slightly edited. plz enjoy!

c. angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a kiss, a bit ooc, slowburn

you refused to use drinks as a getaway from your personal issues—younger you thought that. the much younger you would have released your anger and emotions in some other way then some booze. but you were not younger you and he was not present.

“i want three shots of your strongest vodka, vernon!” vernon—the bartender working in that small pub. he had come across many heavy drinkers, but you. oh you. he had never seen anything like it.

“that vile, vile man!” you had lashed out plenty of times already, if someone were to see it—it would certainly be vernon.

“you should lay low on the drinks miss-“

“no! i refuse your orders! i will go back for him!”

“no, i meant-“ vernon is lucky to survive long enough from your chaos. in exchange for practically babysitting you, you provide protection for vernon and his pub. he was just a small crippled old man after all.

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“hey vernon!” off the drinks you were a sweetheart really.

you slide into your regular seat, vernon serving your usual beverage to you. you couldn’t lie, the pub was awfully quiet—not like you were complaining of course. it was just strange. usually there would be a few men scattered around the bar, but today, there were only two.

“vernon. hey, who are they?” in a low whisper you mutter to vernon across the bar table. you signal vernon to the tiny corner table. there is a bulky blond and another awfully pale man. they were not regulars and certainly not from around here. they had royal attire and the presence of authority.

“im not sure m’lady, they came into the bar and looked quite displeased, ordered two beers and have been here since.” vernon didn’t seem to know of the two men, so you decided you would try to ignore their presence to spare the pub from destruction.

you nonchalantly chat with vernon, of course still keeping marks on the two men. suddenly, the blond instantly shoots up from his seat. you restrain yourself from moving, instead, watching his movements from where you were.

“may i be of assistance to you sir?” his steps look hesitant going up to the counter.

“uh yeah, do you know of a woman around here? i think she’s a regular here, right granger?”

“i believe she’s right there.”

“what did you say old man..? ”

“alucard..” i pause. “it’s actually you. what are you doing here?” you were appalled. what would they need from you? were they finally here to kill you? it’s been so long since last seeing them at the monastery. why would they seek you out now?

“_____! you. you are a difficult woman to find! we went through hell and back to find you!” he complains, just like how he always used too. he takes a seat beside you, averting his eyes at the man in the corner, giving you a raised brow.

“my boy, granger here, has been keeping tabs on you.” you have a soft stare towards the man. why would granger seek you out? had he really had his eyes on you for some time now? and you were too dense to notice? you had many questions of your own but alucard pulled you back quickly enough to pause your thoughts.

“listen, he has something to ask you, the sonny boy might not say it—but he will not take no for an answer.” you nod slowly at his request. alucard slides over the counter, giving vernon a strong hold on his shoulders. vernon noticeably tenses and before alucard is able to drag him out through the back door, vernon’s head whips back to you—surely worried for your well-being. you nod in approval, signaling to vernon that you would be perfectly fine, that you would not wreck havoc in his bar.

turning to your side once again, granger appears beside you. he looks forward and away from you. the white streak in his hair sticks out to you. it’s so noticeable from the side. he wears a black leather jacket and a red scarf is wrapped around his neck. the scar going through his right eye has an alluring appearance to it.

though you were appointed a stranger to him, he entrusted his deepest, most dreadful secrets with you. he knew of the information you possessed. he was a mysterious man, even after spending most your years with the man, he was still as strange as the day you met.

it goes quiet for a bit, you didn’t want to bombard granger with questions you knew he wasn't going to answer, so you didn't waste your breath on it.

“the monastery, is it much better?” his lips take a swig of his beer.

if your father was an active operator and died in battle, despite your circumstances, you would be taken in by the monastery in place of your deceased father. it was a rough place, only the best of the best would survive.

in the beginning you refused to listen to them, you would not take orders from anyone besides your parents. but you soon realized, to survive—you must listen, that, or be executed.

you were alone most of your time in the monastery. you were more engrossed in training and searching for any way to leave the monastery as fast as you could.

you were thirteen at the time, sparring with that plump blond kid who talked too much. maybe you could have killed him then. he was an annoying kid who could blabber all day if he wanted too. others caused him great harm—all because he was a little bigger than your average child. you saved him from the mischievous bullies that swore to tie him up and butcher him like a pig—he may not believe it but saving him was an accident—you made a wrong turn in the woods.

after him, you met granger. you would no longer live in misery at the monastery after granger. you didn’t pay much mind to granger—for a while.

one night, on your personal night patrol, a sweet melody coming from the male barracks urged your hunt. the nuns forbid you from going to the barracks of the opposite gender—but that night, you had no self-control and had already been curious for some time.

it was a soft sentimental melody. it soothed you, training harshly at such extreme lengths, this melody had brought you peace. it gave you enough comfort to repeatedly visit his room every night to sit under the window he played from.

“hey! what are you doing here?!” you eyes shoot open and you are quick to pick up your feet and run towards the female barracks—where you belonged. a nun had caught you, and oh—you were in for a great deal of punishment.

truthfully, it was a misunderstanding. but even then they wouldn’t understand that. set for a three day suspension from the training grounds, you were also ordered to give a sincere apology to the boy you were so called lurking on.

“it’s you.”

“yeah. it’s me.” the boy towers over you, watching intently at your every move. you saw how fierce and keen he was on the training grounds, he could kill you right now.

his scar is almost the only thing visible on his face, you don’t even know if it’s the same boy you secretly visited every night. he looks so cold and emotionless. but you were not one to judge—even if he was judging you.

“i apologize, i shouldn’t have been lurking on you. it is my fault.” his eyes are too intimidating to stare at, you just look down at your feet while excusing yourself.

“it’s not your fault, you weren’t lurking.” your eyes go wide at his response.

“what..?” he shrugs.

“i saw you, you visited every night for a week. you sat under my window, i played the same song for you the entire time. i thought you noticed.” your cheeks go red in embarrassment, if apologizing wasn’t overwhelming enough, finding out the boy you’ve been basically stalking saw you—sneaking through the barracks and sitting under his window.

“oh..”

“i can explain!”

“there’s no need to explain, it was just a misunderstanding.” he turns away from you. leaving you a confused mess.

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“_____! why are you not on the training grounds!” alucard huffs, still catching his breath from all the physical activity he’s been doing.

“suspended.”

“what?! _____, what did you do?!” you shrug in response to his question, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. you watch other children from the sidelines, working in their designated weaponry areas.

“granger! it’s granger!” alucard practically shouts in your ear. you flinch from the loud ring, momentarily peeking your head out to get sights on whoever alucard was rambling about.

it’s him, the same boy you apologized to—-two days ago. you begin to grow anxious, watching his swift moves of combat.

“he’s so cool.” alucard stared in awe.

“do you think i can do that _____?” he asked, clearly immersed. you promised yourself to never look at him again, but here you are—under his gaze once again.

“i want to fight you.” you state plainly, even knowing how dangerous he was on the battlefield.

“is this because of the incident the other day? i thought i told you it was a misunderstanding. there is nothing we can do about it.”

“no, i want to test my strength.” granger looks stunned and almost terrified. you looked so determined it honestly shocked him.

“just once.”

“you’re suspended.”

“we can do it in the woods.” he’s hesitant to comply, but your expressions of determination and stubbornness are surely the death of him.

in the end, you lose to the hands of granger.

maybe it was a proposal of becoming friends with him—but you hung out everyday after that.

“_____! t-t-that’s granger!” alucard’s eyes light up in adoration. granger gives you a small glare, you shrug—alucard had just become friends with his role-model.

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the three of you decided a trip to the woods would be a nice getaway. you three were almost of age—meaning your departure from the monastery was coming soon.

“catch you guys later!” alucard leaves early due to business.

departure from the monastery also meant the separation between the three of you. those two dimwits made your days at the monastery a lot more bearable and for them to simply leave like that, was very upsetting.

“i didn't know it was gonna rain.” you look up, small water droplets running down your cheeks and eventually down your entire body. granger pulls you by the arm, gently shoving you under a tree trunk.

“stupid girl.” the space is small, it’s a tiny opening at the bottom of the trunk, only made for one person but you two make the room. you both sit across from each other as silence fills the air and the only audible sound is the pouring rain from above you.

“granger,” you hated the thought of even asking him.

“where are you gonna go after this?” you look at granger, his face is blank. you don’t think he likes your question very much.

“the moniyan empire, the queen requested us as lightborn soldiers.”

“oh.” was all you could utter. you avoid his gaze, holding your thighs close to your chest to create some warmth going through your body. granger’s head is already hitting the top of the tree trunk as he sits uncomfortably.

“that doesn’t mean we won’t see each other.” he mutters after some time.

“what do you mean?”

“your hometown is not too far from lumina city. we can always come visit.”

“right.” you nod, agreeing with his statement. his brows furrow in disappointment—he knew how upset you were. he couldn’t lie himself—-he didn’t know what he was gonna do without you. he could barely handle alucard alone. how could he even handle himself?

“listen closely,”

“i will come get you. do not feel any regret.” you let your arms fall and instead felt him pull you closer. you comply to his actions—as he sets his lips on yours. both your wet clothes sliding against each other’s from the close proximity.

“granger-“ his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer by the inch, hungrier and hungrier for your touch.

“for me to discard you like that—you would have to do something extremely wicked.”

“i doubt that day will ever come.” you relished his words of reassurance as he pulls away from your lips. his eyes look around for any type of emotion in your face, he needed to know how you were feeling.

“granger, i just don’t suppose you would ever come back for me. after we leave the monastery we are all on our own.” you were thrilled for granger. he was going to get promoted at the highest position as soon as he left this place.

“you, are mine. the monastery doesn’t separate us. please, tell me how i could just entirely rid of you, knowing you are my main priority. the monastery didn’t change our nature, the monastery didn’t make us.” granger is thorough with his explanation. his words were plain-spoken however still laced with empathy.

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“you cannot say stuff like that. and then leave.”

“do you understand what i was waiting for?” you blankly declare. granger never looked at you as you spoke, so you didn’t either.

“you just had to wait a little longer.”

“i had waited far too long, you filled my head with lies. i tried to reason.” you discussed as calmly as you could. you had put a restraint on both your heart and emotions.

“i don’t think you understand. i left for you. im not someone you would wanna be around. you told me you had better plans than becoming a demon hunter. was i gonna to be the one who interrupted it?” you kept your eyes locked on anything but him. he was no longer apart of you, in your heart—he was absent.

“and were you one to neglect my feelings? i knew of nothing. i didn’t even begin to think about my own being when you left,” you interject. your eyes burned in frustration, tears threatened to fall from your eyes and you began to raise your voice in resentment.

“my thoughts were only of you, i hated thinking of you even when i didn’t want to. do you understand that?” his eyes, though cold as ice there is a slight sparkle of warmth. it watches each detail of your face. his intentions were unknown to you—but you hoped that he at least spared a spot in his heart for you.

“did you ever even think about how i felt?” your gaze shifts to him, the tension between his silence and your dispute are at battle.

“that irrational act ravished my reliance on you. you acted on my love.” granger takes the harsh truth, still searching for any opening to speak. by now, tears begin to prickle from your eyes. you wipe, wipe, and wipe—but it doesn’t falter.

though, granger’s face may look serene—and maybe even untroubled. he is deeply distraught, though his natural instincts are jittering—commanding him to bring you into an embrace, he knows better than to touch you, knowing how heartbroken you were.

he can’t even watch you without feeling sorrow himself. you weren't meant to be in this much pain. he was clueless as to truly how much agony you were in. it was a solid two years since you had last seen each other, those years—granger never spoke a word.

“you are no longer mine, granger.” you failed to care for yourself while waiting for his arrival. you knew independence and you were not afraid of being alone. but granger uttered those heartfelt words and it never got out of your head. you remembered those words like a prayer and it caused you to lose sight of yourself.

“i may no longer be yours, but you are still mine.” as much as you denied it—you were still his. you couldn’t admit that to him. your hatred against granger was inevitable, no one could change your mind about that. but it was not strong enough. your heart knew the way to go—your heart decided the best way to go about was granger.

“i have told you this far many times, it wasn't supposed to be this way. i want you to understand that. you are still you, as i am me. time is temporary. i had enough fear of losing you to even neglect you like that.” his hand is placed on the back of your head, which was not of your knowledge considering the uncontrollable sobbing mess you were.

“i want you to join me on the battlefield. through that time ill make it up to you. i will show you all the things you have missed out on since our separation.” granger gently stroked the back of your head, tangling your hair through his fingers. you knew his proposal was entirely true—you were going to join him on the battlefield and he would show you all the things you missed out on.

knowing that, you still dread of seeing his face—every single day. granger liked to be alone, he would eat alone, sleep alone, and heal alone. were you really the person to be a nuisance to him? these thoughts ate at your head. through your time apart, granger seemed like he had no problem being alone and without a partner. you couldn’t bare the thought of being a burden to him.

“yes. i want to join you granger.” his eyes twinkle and glimmer in delight at your response. if granger said it—it was gonna to be made true. of all the things he said, it was mostly true. he told you he would come back for you—in a two year span, but he made it happen.

he takes hold of your wrist, placing a delicate kiss upon it. maintaining a strong hold on your eyes with his. his movements are gentle, you had never felt the touch of granger—or practically anyone since some time, it was so foreign to you.

“im glad your love hasn't been deprived of.” if granger was going to be true to his words, then you would never allow your love to perish even if you were in denial or your heart was tentative.

his greatest flaw was his devotion because in all scenarios, he was always going to find a way back whether your heart desired it or not.

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okay, here’s a little roster for in progress or unedited works, so i don’t leave you guys curious.

cassidy, genji, reinhardt(?) - ow

yin, natan, fredrinn, paquito(?) - mlbb

garou(?) - opm

zoro, ace - op

rin - bl

& thats all for now <3 stay healthy

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XENNNN I MISSED YOUUU😭

OH MY GOD KI 😔 I MISSED UUU MORE

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im going to try putting more time into writing. i miss it, but school has been so shitty lately. and i don’t do well with time management. soon, i promise ill be back soon! love you all, sorry for the wait <3