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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

the six of cups

pairing: geto x reader, background satosugu

summary: Tokyo and Kyoto have been ravaged by a serial killer targeting women. You're a journalist in the middle of it all and as the city grows more and more afraid, your determination to find the killer never wanes. In the middle of all of this, lies the fate of your relationship with your boyfriend and colleague, Geto Suguru.

warnings: this is a slasher au, there is murder, sex, blood, drugs, lying

word count: 10.3k

a/n: written for @strawberrystepmom's halloween collab (this is long overdue). i hope you enjoy and please rb/leave a comment/leave an ask if you did!

“Did you see the email that came through from corporate?” Mei Mei asks in a hushed voice, leaning over so that nobody around you can overhear. There’s no reason to be so discreet. It’s only you two on this section of the floor anyway. 

“No I didn’t, I’ve been working on this thing for Yaga all morning,” you reply before sending off an email and turning your full attention to her, “Why? What’s up?”

“Gakuganji sent this email to everyone,” she says, standing behind you and leaning over you to scroll through your inbox for you. The end of her braid tickles your forehead but you pay it no mind.  She has a bad habit of doing this, being nosy and prying into things she doesn’t need to pry into. But you allow her to- perhaps the scent of her perfume has deluded your brain.

You rip your eyes away from her freshly manicured lavender colored nails and focus on the screen in front of you. The email reads:

“Due to the increasing number of violent deaths in Kyoto and Tokyo over the last few months, we are recommending that you take precautions in ensuring your own safety. Please be sure to implement a buddy system for the coming months so that we may keep track of everyone’s physical whereabouts. Your safety is our top priority. Stay tuned for further updates.”

“Seriously? Keep track of everyone’s physical whereabouts? More like they want to make sure we’re alive so we can work until either we die or we’re killed by Tokyo’s latest serial killer,” you mutter, exiting out of the email.

“Is there a difference? Did you like how they just said ‘violent deaths’ and didn’t address the fact that it’s all been women who have been turning up dead?”

“Isn’t it weird that this is happening in both Tokyo and Kyoto?” you murmur, “What a weird choice to make.”

“Maybe you can ask the killer in person why they chose Tokyo and Kyoto to conduct their murder sprees next time we work late,” Mei Mei jokes.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely get a posthumous Pulitzer for that.”

Your job as a journalist hasn’t been completely glamorous over the last twelve years or so. You’ve gone from assistant, to intern, to junior editor, to junior editor and columnist. Now your role is a bit of a mixed bag- you’re mostly an editor and an investigator. And you dabble in overseeing the interns, to say the least. 

You didn’t have the ambition to be the best in your field, something some of your coworkers couldn’t understand. You just wanted to tell the truth because that’s what people deserve. And you’ve always had a knack for storytelling and weaving intricate words and topics together.

So here you were, starting your thirteenth year at the publishing company, itching for another series of truths to uncover.

You shut your laptop down and pack your bag as Mei Mei does the same in her cubicle. It’s a Friday evening and most of your team has taken to working from home on Fridays. You and Mei Mei happened to be here to finish up an article that’s due to Yaga on the following Tuesday. Otherwise, you’d be in your sweatpants in the comfort of your home with a warm drink in your hands.

But you’re not alone in the office. Another fellow coworker comes strutting towards you and you’re unable to suppress your groan and the roll of your eyes so far back into your head that you’re certain you see your own skull.  

Geto Suguru with the audacity to lean against the wall of your cubicle with that stupid smirk and those stupid obsidian eyes. 

You ignore him, and ignore the swirl of desire in the pit of your stomach. You refuse to be weak in the knees for him, not this time.

“C’mon, Mei Mei,” you say, meeting Geto’s amused eyes and not breaking eye contact, “Let’s go home.”

Mei Mei glances between the two of you, wondering why you sound so angry and why he’s just looking at you with that irritatingly mocking grin of his. The one she knows you’re weak for.

“Aw, but didn’t you see Gakuganji’s email? We need a buddy system,” he says, false honey in his voice and on his tongue.

You don’t reply, instead pushing past him and waiting for Mei Mei at the door.

“Uh,” she whispers once you’re far enough away from Geto that he won’t be able to hear, “Are you guys good?”

“Yup,” you reply crisply, popping the ‘p’, “I’ve just decided that he’s not worth my time anymore.”

“Oh, so now you listen? After like, six months?” Mei Mei chides, “I told you he was no good.”

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163 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#4

hi hi saran!!! how about 19 for the kisses prompt <33

ty for the prompt aman, hope u enjoy!!

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Suguru gasps as your freshly manicured nails (a pretty olive green, at his request) lightly rake over his chest. You only grin wildly at him, pushing your lips to his hastily. Despite his protests, he bends easily to your will as you lick into his mouth and suck his tongue. He groans into your mouth, the sound as beautiful as the way he looks in front of you with his hair loose.

“Why shouldn’t we be doing this?” you murmur into his ear when his lips descend to the column of your neck. He inhales deeply and nips at your skin, taking a moment to respond. He peers into the depths of your eyes- you both know the answer. But still you only offer him a starry smile.

“Satoru won’t like this,” he finally replies.

“So? If he wanted to join, he’d just have to ask,” you grin, eyes twinkling as if you have a secret he knows nothing about. And maybe you do, but instead, Suguru surges forward and swallows your teasing with his tongue. Every part of him is so warm, the ridges of his muscles flexing and melting under your touch. You feel your body come alight under his sharp gaze. Nothing gets past this man.

Not now and not even nearly twenty years ago, when you were all just teenagers.

“Satoru doesn’t like sharing,” Suguru breathes, “If we’re caught kissing, we’re most likely dead. But let's risk it anyway.” Gojo has always had only one rule when it came to your friendship- he had to be the center of it. It was an unspoken rule, but that was the dynamic of the three of you. Nothing got past Gojo and his abandonment issues, either.

You vividly remember the first and only time Satoru had seen you and Suguru kissing. He had been absolutely calm, the picture of tranquility. But you both knew the rage behind his sunglasses. How dare his best friends leave him behind? How dare they even consider it?

It wasn’t that long ago that Satoru had caught you both dry humping each other in your living room. The fact that he had a spare key was both a blessing and a curse. But what did he expect- that you and Suguru would deny your feelings for his benefit?

Yes, actually. That is what he expected. Satoru is as emotionally stunted as they come and somehow, it’s taken you this long to understand him. To understand the way the three of you existed within each other.

Suguru misses the slick stretch of your lips into a sly smile and the mischief in your eyes. You tug him towards you again, groaning into his mouth at the feel of his hardness against your thigh. He is all consuming, the way he’s settled in between the crevices of your rough, calloused skin over the years. He’s ingrained himself into your bones-

The same way Satoru has. Do they exist without you? Do you exist without them?

“What’s this about not sharing?” comes a voice that makes Suguru pull away for a second. He meets your amused eyes and follows the direction of where the offending voice came from.

Suguru only grins roguishly at his best friend, ignoring the heat in Satoru’s gaze. He leans back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. To anyone else, he’d seem apathetic. But to you and Suguru… well, you both know better.

“Suguru says you’re no good at sharing,” you goad Satoru, “Wanna prove him wrong?”

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184 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

#3

NECTAR

pairing: bartender sukuna x chubby reader (no curses au)

summary: it takes purple, blue and pink lights and your elusive neighbor, sukuna, for you to come out of the funk you're in. or, sukuna is your not so new attractive but harsh neighbor in your apartment building. you've taken a liking to showing up to his bar. he thinks you're annoying, the way you burst into the doors of his bar as if you own the place (you don't, he does). then, he finds himself looking forward to your sudden appearances. what changed?

warnings: alcohol, cursing, naoya makes an appearance, feelings of insecurity/questioning self worth, smut (spitting, some dirty talk, penetrative sex, kissing); this is an 18+ story

word count: 7.5k

a/n: can be read as a prequel to LOVE TALK, but can also be read as a standalone. enjoy!

Ryomen Sukuna is relatively new to the apartment building. He’d been saving up to move to a newer place, a place with amenities in a city-esque kind of feel, for the last few years. In between ensuring that his younger brother Yuuji was taken care of, and tirelessly working two jobs to support the both of them… He’d finally made it.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him. Besides, he thinks he’s earned a few ounces of luxury, considering the life he’s lived.

Yuuji’s in his third year at university and currently living with his best friend, Fushiguro Megumi. It’s the first time in his entire thirty-something years of life that Sukuna has truly, fully been alone.

It’s still taking some adjusting to, but he thinks he’s enjoying it. He’s already located his favorite bakery, close to his bar. The couple who owns it has his morning order memo​​rized, complete with hot tea or coffee and fresh bread or melonpan. He’s not usually one for sweets, but he could always go for a matcha melonpan.

It takes a few months (nearly the better part of a year) for him to truly settle in, for him to begrudgingly think of the Fushiguros as family rather than his brother’s friend’s family. He ventures into Toji’s boxing ring with beers and wings at least bi-weekly, and he seems to always have leftovers from Fushiguro-san in his fridge.

Fushiguro-san always mischievously asks if he’s dating anyone or if there are any friends she can set him up with. She seems to always know that he’s lying through his teeth whenever he rolls his eyes and gives her a blunt ‘no’.

The truth is, there is someone who’s gotten under his skin, and it’s one of his pesky neighbors. You live on his floor, just across the hallway. Despite being his neighbor, the first time he had met you was when you had stumbled into his bar with two of your friends.

You’d already been drinking with Utahime and Shoko, as evidenced by your loud giggles and slightly slurred speech. When you approach the bar with both arms tightly wrapped around your friends, Sukuna catches a glimpse of your midriff.

“Hi! Can we-” you gasp, “Hey! You just moved into my building! You’re my neighbor-”

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed,” Sukuna deadpans, setting aside three glasses for you and your friends. Despite growing up in it, he hates excessive noise and each sound that comes out of your mouth just grates him further. It takes all of his thin patience to keep from snapping at you. You’re still a customer.

“Well, you don’t have to be so rude about it,” you mutter under your breath before giving him your drink order. And precisely after that, you’d flipped him off (with Shoko’s encouragement and Utahime’s disapproval).

Sukuna rolls his eyes. He has a feeling he’ll be doing that quite a bit around you.

From then on, you’d somehow wormed your way into his life. You showed up at his bar, sometimes alone and sometimes with your friends. You didn’t talk much to him, but he caught you looking in his direction more than once. 

You know when you’re wanted, after all.

Sukuna only just started nodding at you in acknowledgement on the floor of your apartment or on the unfortunate instance that you were both caught on the elevator together.

You’ve both come such a far cry from then. From Sukuna’s piercing glares in your direction to him texting you when your rowdy neighbors are causing a ruckus at 2 AM on a Wednesday night. He hates unnecessary noise and you’ve quickly picked up on that. If there is anything you both share common ground over, it’s loud neighbors. In between this time, it’s become a habit that you both take your recycling out the same day and time of the week (on Thursdays) and spend the walk complaining about how loud your floor and your upstairs neighbors can be.

He shouldn’t be so surprised when he starts to reluctantly look forward to you showing up at his bar to hang out with him. Sukuna doesn’t understand why you choose to spend your free evenings at the Kings and Curses. You always stand in the same spot, your favorite spot by the corner of the bartop where you can people-watch. And it’s Sukuna’s favorite spot, too, because your chest nearly always spills out of your shirt whenever you lean over to speak to him. 

You had scoffed at him when he’d asked why you spent so much time at his bar-

“What, I can’t spend time with my favorite neighbor?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were obsessed with me.”

“Yup, you caught me…” you reply with a heavy roll of your eyes.

Sukuna isn’t used to anyone waiting for his company and in truth, it was a hard adjustment for him to just take a minute and breathe. Living in the moment is a foreign concept to him- he’s used to thinking weeks, months, years into the future. But now that Yuuji is settled in college, now that Sukuna knows he’s happy, healthy and with a good head on his shoulders.

Well. Yuuji’s always been an impulsive kid, but at least Megumi’s around to balance him out. Maybe. But Sukuna’s convinced that Megumi is just as chaotic as Yuuji is. He’s just more composed about it.

People have come and gone but Sukuna has never made it a priority to sink his hands into the ground and build a foundation with healthy roots. Yuuji has always been his priority and sometimes he still struggles to let him go completely. To allow him to make his own mistakes and have his own success stories.

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282 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#2

LOVE TALK

pairing: bartender sukuna x reader (modern au)

summary: your love language doesn't quite align with sukuna's love language.

warnings: feelings of insecurity, smut (choking, spitting, some dirty talk, penetrative sex, kissing); this is an 18+ story

word count: 5.9k

a/n: written for mz kentobean and from the valentines day prompts i reblogged a while back. enjoy! idr who was on my tag list from before so i tagged a few people from memory

Most people, including Sukuna himself, would not expect a sensitive, genuinely nice girl to be with a gruff, rough-around-the-edges kind of guy like him. You are clear opposites in many aspects, and most times, it doesn’t get to Sukuna. He knows you’re brave, you challenge anything that isn’t right, behind your bright smile is a sleeping lion.

You challenge him everyday, forcing him to think outside of what has always been normal for him. Not to mention how sharp your tongue is.

Just because you love him doesn’t mean you’re easy on him.

Your relationship with Sukuna isn’t new, but you’re still navigating what it means for you both. Sometimes you think you understand him, you think you’ve got a handle on the inner workings of Ryomen Sukuna. And then other times, you think his stony, cold gaze might be the end of you even if it’s hardly ever directed at you. Sometimes you can’t tell what he’s thinking and you find seeds of insecurity burying itself in your heart.

You can’t help it. Sukuna comes to you late after long nights at work without saying much to you, only wanting to hold you close in bed as you watch your show together on the tiny television in your bedroom. You’d run a hand through his hair and look at him with sleepy eyes and ask about his day. Sukuna wouldn’t reply, only telling you to be quiet because he was exhausted.

But not too exhausted to kiss you and bury himself in your warmth.

He’d promised you that he would buy you a bigger tv someday, when he didn’t have to work nearly eighty hour work weeks and had more time (and money).

In your heart, you know that he believes in your relationship. Sukuna is not a man who does anything half-heartedly. You were the woman who caught his eye when you had scolded one of his bartenders in his bar for watering down your drink. He was smitten from then, whether he had known it or not. (He’d been in denial over you for a long time, trying to convince himself that you were just an annoying pest with nothing but a desire to get under his skin. What was a sweet thing like you doing at a bar called Kings and Curses anyway?)

You know Sukuna loves you- he keeps a photo of you in his wallet, everything he does is with you and your future together in mind, he always holds you close and is very protective of you wherever you are. You’ve already met his little brother Yuuji and his friends. He’s incredibly thoughtful as well, the minute you text him telling him you’re not feeling well, he brings your favorite foods and your favorite wine. He’s perceptive of you and Sukuna always has a hand on you, your arm, your lower back, your thigh. He’s always touching you and you didn’t care about being touched this much until you met him.

You didn’t realize how touch starved you were until you met him. You know he loves you but sometimes you’d like to hear it, too. You don’t want anything sappy or overdone, you just want him to be open with you.

Truthfully, you don’t mind most days that you talk but you don’t talk to him. But lately, he’s physically with you but not with you. Even if he doesn’t say it to you that often, you know he loves you.

But it feels like you’ve been trying to convince yourself of it more often than not.

*************

“Hey,” you say tentatively, “How was your day?”

“Same shit, different day,” Sukuna shrugs, “Whatever.”

“Nothing interesting happened?” you ask, rubbing his chest comfortingly. You kiss the underside of his jaw, and then his lips in greeting. He likes seeing you like this, a little sleepy and comfortable in your pajamas with a glow to your skin. But he’s starting to get irritated from all of the long hours and late nights working.

He wants to see you when it’s not just time for bed.

His brows are furrowed in annoyance and his jaw is clenched. Something has made him angry and you don’t know what.

“Nothing interesting ever happens,” Sukuna shrugs. You can feel him slipping through your fingers.

“Are you hungry?” you ask in a small voice, “I made-”

“No, I’m not fucking hungry. Just so fucking tired of this shit-”

“Of what-” you ask but he continues to cut you off.

“All of this shit. God, I just want to sleep,” he groans.

“Okay, but aren’t you hungry? It’s nearly midnight, I’m sure you haven’t eaten much,” you reply, turning on your heel to head for the fridge, “Why don’t you go shower and food’ll be ready?”

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394 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

2:07 AM

Pairing: geto suguru x reader; satosugu x reader

Summary: it's 2 AM and gojo satoru is breaking into your shared apartment with geto suguru.

Word Count: 1354

Warnings: some smut in the beginning (wet dream), oc is a little mean

a/n: hbd to geto!!

Suguru kisses you deeply, his tongue parting your malleable lips with practiced ease. He knows you’ll always let him in. You can feel him smirk against your lips as his hand cradles your jaw, thumb pressing against your cheekbone.

His other hand slides down your belly, tugging at the loose waistband of your shorts. You hum, rubbing yourself on his thigh lazily. His eyes glint, something mischievous glossy and bright in his irises.

But before you can feel his fingers slide into your wetness-

Your subconscious is cruelly pulled away from your dream as your ears sharpen with the rustling of something coming from the kitchen. Your eyes are heavy as you try to convince yourself that it’s just part of your dream, that Suguru will go back to kissing you…

But he’s fast asleep next to you, an arm wrapped loosely around your waist. His hair is splayed over his pillow in an inky halo and his nose is buried in your neck.

Well, maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You try to convince yourself of it, fantasizing about Suguru’s hands to put yourself back to sleep.

Just as you're on the precipice of tumbling into unconsciousness, you hear another series of noises. This time, it sounds like footsteps and maybe if you were a little more alert, you would be able to recognize the footfall.

Your heart rate spikes as adrenaline fills your lungs. “Suguru,” you mumble, sitting up and shaking his shoulders, “Baby-”

A sharp gasp escapes your lips when the noises become louder as fear begins to seize your heart. Your hands inadvertently begin to shake as Suguru wakes up blearily. He instantly grows more alert the moment he sees the urgency on your face.

“What's wrong, darling?”

You don’t have a chance to answer because he hears it, too. He instantly jumps into action and you follow suit, ignoring his soft instruction to stay behind.

“Someone is in our home, I am not staying behind,” you hiss stubbornly. Suguru only looks at you fondly and despite the potential that your home is being robbed, he pecks your forehead.

The scent that clings to his grey t-shirt comforts you but not more than the vice grip you have around his bicep. Your home isn’t that big, it’s a two bedroom apartment, but it seems to take a lifetime to reach the living room from your bedroom. You can vaguely make out a silhouette in the darkness when you squint without your glasses on (your eyesight is terrible).

“What is that? Is that a person?” you whisper yell, “Is that a person or did you recently purchase a tall cactus?”

Suguru snorts but you can tell that the tension has eased out of his shoulders. You hear a laugh come from the silhouette, a laugh that you would recognize anywhere.

“Satoru decided to pay us a visit,” Suguru says dryly.

“At..two in the morning?!” you nearly shriek, glaring at Satoru harshly when Suguru turns the lights on. The sudden light does absolutely nothing to soothe your adrenaline as your hands shake. Satoru has the gall to laugh at you- and truly, it’s because you look adorable. Glaring at him with squinted eyes and lines of sleep on your cheeks. You cross your arms over your chest and Satoru is shameless when he stares at your skin through the holes of your muscle tank.

Well, it’s Suguru’s muscle tank and now it’s been claimed as yours. Satoru already knows that you’re wearing shorts under the tank (from the numerous times he’s slept over when you three were still all best friends, and nobody was dating or fucking each other).

Satoru glares at Suguru and you, as if you’ve both offended him.

“Sorry ‘bout him, darling,” Suguru murmurs, kissing your hair, “I’ll make us some tea.”

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423 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

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[bruh-changbin]

ok i can be honest… so think pink isn’t bad at all it’s just a little clunky. mc comes across as a pick-me, or self-centered. she’s rude to seemingly everyone for reasons we don’t know. it’s a little bit unrealistic because it’s hard to tell what jeongin and mc are fighting about? you probably could have made it flow more naturally than it is. but i don’t think it’s bad at all and it’s a fun idea too. maybe you need more revision? just read over your own work a few times to make sure it doesn’t sound awkward. build somewhat of a narrative and structure for mc. what does she like, what doesn’t she, etc. make her feel like a real solid identity. then i think it will be perfect!

anon I just wanna say THANK YOUUUUU for actually giving me like good constructive criticism 🙏🏼 I’ve had some of my writer friends revise my stuff but I’ve never had a reader actually tell me their thoughts like this so the only critiques I’ve had are from writers who critique from a writers perspective and not from a reader perspective……. if that even makes sense lmfao

I totally understand what you mean by it feeling clunky. I actually started this fic last year and was gonna post it last halloween but didn’t finish it so then when I went to actually finish it for this year I had like all of the main plot points written and had to kinda fill everything in? which in hindsight I feel like I should’ve scrapped and just started over to make it feel a lot more coherent and just flow better

I also wrote the majority of it in like 3 days (which I will usually work on a fic for like a week minimum even if it’s short bc I just need to sit with what I’ve written before revising/posting) and posted bc I already said I was gonna post it for Halloween and didn’t wanna go back on my promise 😭 so I def def get that it feels kinda unstructured

in terms of providing more background on mc or other characters is that what you guys like reading? because I also enjoy getting background but am always nervous that I’m droning on for too long and that people will wanna get into the real meat of the story sooner yk? and ik a lot of the fics that perform really well are ones that kinda dive right into stuff. BUT if that’s smth you feel like would be beneficial especially to fics that are this kinda vibe (which is like most of my fics lol) then I will definitely do that, I just don’t wanna feel like I’m adding stuff that’s unnecessary and that people might skip over, yk? so like… is more in depth explanation of a character or relationship or whatever what people want? bc I am happy to deliver again I just don’t wanna feel like I’m babbling on for too long

all of that being said lol think pink def isn’t a fic that I’m particularly proud of so I super super duper appreciate you letting me know your thoughts anon, I cannot stress how much it means to me that you read my work and saw my rb asking for feedback and actually took the time to send me this 🙏🏼 as a writer it means a lot when people actually engage with me whether it’s helpful asks like this or just saying hi or WHATEVER, I love interacting and chatting w y’all regardless and love your feedback 😭 but yea thank youuu anon I’m so glad you shared your thoughts and I will def keep them in mind and apply them as I’m working on my next fic (which is not for skz lol sorry) 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼💗💗💗💗

more asks like this please!!! pls engage w your writers when they ask for feedback!!!

[writtenwhalien]

thank you ♡

hey everyone! so having finished aoy, first I wanna say a big thank you to everyone who has/is reading it — like any other author on this website, I put a lot of effort into it and although it stresses me out sometimes, it’s become very dear to me! I’ll always be happy to answer any questions on it in case anything confused you (bc sometimes it was confusing 😂). I read and see every single comment and rb (even on other stories) and I’m a bit behind on replying but I thank you all so much for it bc it makes my day 💘 (and some of you tumblr doesn’t let me tag you in replies )):

now that I’ve finished it, I’m going to be taking a little break from writing to focus on a deadline I have coming up in two weeks, and after that, I’ll be working on a jimin bday/halloween fic, alongside run to you ☺️ initially I wanted to write for hobi and yoongi next bc I haven’t written for them yet, but I still need to fully develop my plans for their fics :))

I feel like in the 11 months I’ve had this blog, I’ve been writing a lot of content (three series and multiple fics/drabbles in between), and I really need to slow it down so from now on hopefully my updates will be more consistent instead of me working my ass off for one fic, only to go brain dead and take three weeks for another one. (also I hope it’ll help me keep my writing style consistent bc when I write too much I really feel like my quality of writing goes down). I’m still going to be writing a little every day though 😋

but I might not release a lot for the next two/three months bc I’m starting my final year of college and I have more days in labs etc. I’m also trying to focus more on myself and doing things that make me happy (lmao mental health takes priority 🙂), and as well as that, in november i’ll be an aunty for the first time! 🥰 so yeah, just a bit more busy these days. I’ll always still be here, just wanted to update anyone who cares 😅 anyway, love you all!!!! ❤️

here’s a few of my recent updates from the last two months:

all of you pjm (now completed)

believe it pjm

run to you jjk (teaser)

studio sessions jjk

the king’s daughter ksj

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oh which hp fic if you’re comfortable with sharing???

ofc!!! it’s called harry potter and the prince of slytherin! I’ve been reading it since I was around 14 years old and it’s still updating to this day and it’s fantastic. I really can’t say enough good things about this fic, like, imo it’s better than canon. it starts off a little rough because TSM hadn’t really found his voice yet (which he admits, but honestly I really don’t mind the first few chapters); the story really starts getting mind-blowingly awesome around halloween of year one when The Gang begins to form. anyway, a bit of general info (but don’t let any of it throw you off, this story is all about subverting tropes and making overdone stuff interesting and exciting, like oh my shit the amount of times this story has knocked me onto my ass in pure shock WOW!): it’s an AU in which the potters lived and had twin boys (yeah, I know, I know, stay with me here), but harry was still sent to live with the Dursley’s for many, many reasons—not all of which were justified, and harry recovering from this and being rightfully hurt about it is a huge theme esp for the first few books—did I mention that it’s over a million words long and has 136 chapters because if I didn’t, I’m sorry, but holy fuck the way that ive re-read every single one of those words multiple times??? like??? it’s SO GOOD??—anyway, all of this culminates into the result of Harry being sorted into Slytherin (shut up, I know, but LISTEN) and it’s just? such a hot take? it’s so fucking GOOD and listen the character development— i??? like harry (currently, where I am at the end of year three) is absolutely NOTHING like Harry of year one but the way he got from point A to point B is done in such a realistic way at such a reasonable pace. this story really is it’s own universe and the characters are so well rounded. It dives more into the wizarding world and explores wizarding lore in a way that should make canon piss itself with embarrassment. there’s some mild but justified bashing of certain characters in the beginning, but that doesn’t last long; instead these characters actually own up to their mistakes and like, change. as a writer I’m in absolute awe of the way they’ve been shaped and developed into who they are now. Hermione in this fic? oh my god. she’s an absolute treasure. Blaise? my witty sarcastic asshole son. theo? pure cinnamon roll baby boy. protect him!! and Harry himself oh my GOD listen if you need any motivation to read this fic just know that I took so much inspiration for BFS!Peter from TPOS!Harry. what a guy!! holy SHIT I love him!! key moments include him rambling on how to make beef Wellington, waking up at the ass crack of dawn to cook Mrs. Weasley breakfast after everything she’s done for him, being so genuinely good and pure hearted after all the shit he went through, being observant as all fuck and blowing my goddamn MIND all the time hhh holy shit!! this story is so good I have so much love in my heart for it!!! it literally PAINS me that some people haven’t read it or don’t know that it exists because I genuinely just live my life from one TPOS update to the next. holy shit I haven’t even started talking about Neville yet. what the fuck. he’s literally so good and he’s SO much more than canon Neville like?? he has such a strong moral compass in this fic—in fact it’s so strong that Harry, who is incredibly self-aware actually asks Neville to be his moral compass. It’s one of those moments that makes me cry because like, a lot of this fic is world-building and dry, sarcastic humor and moments that aren’t flat, per se, but don’t teter in the direction of either a) extreme angst or b) extreme fluff. a lot of scenes fall into a nice realistic middle that i constantly strive to achieve myself. but anyway, sometimes there are scenes that just jump out at you because they’re so touching and heartwarming and snjdkejdd I literally cannot shut up I’m not GONNA shut up I’m not DONE. will rb with more info

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Hello love! oh my, I have just finished the Kinktober list, I'm so glad to have returned to reading fanfics on here again and jumped straight here to yours. I've input my thoughts in each of them in the tags, rb and loved done! What I would want to say here is my appreciation for such delicious meals for this Halloween, I'm grateful for such a feast!

Okay on the sexy meter, my favourite, forgive me, will be in this order of Getou > Bonten > Megumi > Toji.

On the dark meter, love, I think on my dark scale based off how frequently I watch dark content movies, they are actually tolerable, I understand it's everyone's cup of tea, and dissecting all four of them they fell on the borders of horror and phycological thriller, so I can make them go against each other but if we must, then it would be Toji > Getou > Bonten> Megumi. I mean, Toji's build up is great! I would love to read more of your thrillers, its even better than some out there. Getou is on a demon scale, his sexy human form probably toned it down, I'm naturally getting shivers at the cult's ceremonial more really. Bonten's one is basically scary in a sense yeah it could really happen out there in crime, but something abt Megumi's. It's poetic in some way I can't really explain.

On the style meter, baby like I said, Megumi's has got this melancholic depth in it. So, Megumi > Toji > Bonten > Getou. I'm sorry Getou honey, but the cult style is used frequently on horrors these past years right? It's so addictive to watch and so I guess it toned down on me. Bonten is really, in Dawn's sexy fashion, oh God, it's just so hot.

Well, That's my thoughts on them Dawn, I hope you really really enjoyed writing them as much as I enjoy reading them. Now, I'm off to read the rest of your works. The last i landed on your works was Pretenses and Forget Me not era.

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hello!! omg thank you for your kind words, that was such a fun read 😭 i'm glad you're enjoying my fics and i really appreciate how thorough you went through each of them <333