thank you so much for adding my work in your recommended list, and that to alongside the writings of such amazing and talented people. i am glad you liked it so much.
cw: fem!reader, both reader and draken are fifteen/sixteen, angst to fluff, platonic since you are both minors in this scenario, unstable childhood home, toxic marriage and father-daughter relationships, use of cuss words, mentions of nudity and sex work but nothing nsfw between anyone because again minors, idk if you'd call the reader's situation as having a mental disorder of some sort? i think it happens to people some times but lemme know if i'm wrong.
note: as i have mentioned this is an sfw blog. i won't ever post/reblog nsfw stuff here. this post is just for the collab because i wanted to venture out into something new and wanted to take some liberty. for those of you who are uncomfortable with the themes mentioned in the warnings, please don't read under the cut. i completely understand. i may try something along these lines again🤔
@1900-aria thank you for this collab! this was fun♡
there were gaps in your memories. you often noticed that. there were countless times when you tried to remember your past, specifically your childhood when your parents were involved and you just… won't remember things clearly.
you tried. you really tried to scrape out bits and pieces of some information, some defining memory to piece together a puzzle but you'd often find yourself frustrated, angry and drained. it tired your mind when you tried to remember your childhood but it also made you sad and anxious.
your friends remembered their just fine. talking about fun instances they spent with their family, cool things their parents did for them, blah blah blah. but you'd often find yourself quiet during the entire situation. just standing there like a silhouette. like a motionless and emotionless doll.
now you wouldn't tell how fun your family dynamics and home life was, would you?
you dragged your feet to the steps of your house. unwilling yet voluntary movements to the hellhole you live in. just minutes away from pushing the doors open and you could already hear the screaming and shouting and objects banging and being thrown around aaaand you tuned out the rest.
again, again, again, every single day, every single time, on the most insignificant minute topics.
you didn't know how long you had been in your room, headphones on to drown out the things you would notice and treat later on on your mother and things you would learn about your father which you were better off without. it's not like she purposefully told you, she didn't want to but you made her let it all out. it would do no good to keep it all inside. you didn't want to lose her. not your mother, the only one that felt like home.
you closed your maths register, keeping it aside and taking out the economics register. the only benefit of this everyday petty arguing was, you would complete a lot of things when trying to forget about it even happening.
the door burst open, slamming against the wall and bouncing back with the force. you gasped, body jolting, heart rate increasing as you locked eyes with that… that unhinged man.
crazy eyes, full of rage. he looked as if he had fully gone insane, mad, unstable.
he hadn't said anything but you could feel your anxiety spike up with every second that passed. you knew what was to happen. gulping down the fear and what-ifs, you internally pulled up your walls, tightened the bolts, prepared yourself mentally and physically. ready to face whatever came your way.
you can't lose, you can't cry.
you can't give up, you can't comply.
no matter what, you have to be strong for your mother, for your pride.
that night a lot happened. quite eventful you would… have said if you remembered everything in detail right now.
it was a blur memory now. with each passing step you began to forget bits and pieces of whatever happened tonight.
your school bag on your shoulder, you walked the streets alone at 2 in the morning. it was dead silent.
no humans, no animals, no birds, nothing. not one living thing in sight.
you took long strides after running for a while, making your way through a particular street. dead sure about your decision this time, your suitcase rolled next to you with all your necessary belongings.
i am not going back. never again. never ever.
after planning it for months, years now; you had finally ran away from home.
it felt scary after the anger started fading down and your pace started slowing down because rationality started kicking in.
and after a while, at a crossroad you stopped. right in the middle.
what now? where to now?
your chest heaved as you struggled to breath in. calves burning because you had walked more than a kilometre or two without stopping.
behind you was that 'house'. nah not there
to your right was a… rather shady looking street. n-no not-not there. mhm.
to your front was the same road going further a mile or two, you don't know.
to your right is another dark alley but at the very end you can see bright neon lights flickering and changing.
"towards right it is." you mumbled to yourself.
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"ma'am, ma'am calm down please. we can't talk like thi-" your mother cut the officer off, looking at him as if he just said that the Earth was flat.
"calm down? ca-" she scoffed.
"my daughter is- MY DAUGHTER IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN AND YOU ASK ME TO CALM DOWN? IT'S TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING, AND SHE IS A GIRL, SHE IS GOD KNOWS WHERE AND YOU ASK ME TO CALM DOWN? I DON'T WANT TO THINK OF THINGS THAT COULD OR HAVE HAPP-"
she shakes her head vigorously, mumbling to herself. "no, no, don't think such things. she'll be fine. she is fine. yeah, yeah she'll be alright. she is, she can handle herself. she-"
a sob breaks out, she can't hold it in anymore. tears start streaming down her face. "my daughter, my daughter."
she was scared.
not exactly because of the dangers lurking outside but because she knows why you did what you did. she is a mother, she had been noticing your behaviour for a while now.
it was only natural for tonight's events to occur and spiral into an ugly mess. and it was only natural for you to finally snap. it was about time.
your mother turns to her left. the sadness now replaced by pure despise, hatred and rage.
"you-" she points at the man feigning innocence and concern shamelessly. "you listen to me. if, if something happened to (name). something- anything bad," she lets out a dry laugh. "i swear to God i don't know what i'd do."
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you roamed the neon lit streets full of people, especially men, at 2 a.m. without realising where you were actually heading to.
the thing is, you didn't really pay attention and jumped, yes quite literally jumped straight into the sea of people. all you saw was a hustling bustling part of Tokyo in the middle of the night and decided "yup, this is just fine for the night."
curious eyes roamed around the many tall buildings until you see an almost naked lady inside a see-through glass cabinet. turning your face away, you ignored the heating up of your cheeks.
and that's when it clicks. you look up, only a little though, just to see the things you had suspected.
there were brothels and sex shops everywhere. at every corner you would find naked women or women in provocative clothing.
shit.
eyes wide but you still didn't watch where you were going and boom-
"oh fu- watch where you're going di-" draken shut up as soon as his landed on you. he would never cuss a girl.
"i- i am sorry." you bowed down.
"what- what are you- how old are you?" draken spluttered. eyes moving from your bag to your suitcase to your disheveled state.
"don't people first ask each other's names?" you questioned. "besides why should i tell you? ever heard of stranger danger?"
"eVeR hEaRd oF sTrAnGeR dAnGeR." he mocked. "you are literally in the red light district, alone, at night, with your bag and baggage."
"well," that shut you up but not wanting to back down you retorted. "well so are you. i mean except the bag part."
"yeah because i live here." he deadpanned.
"in the fucking red light district?" you laughed. "yeah sure buddy. just say you are a horny teenage boy and leave." you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"don't believe if you don't want to." he merely shrugged his shoulders.
"how old are you again?" you asked, taking in his appearance because he surely doesn't look your age.
"don't people first ask each other's names?" he repeated.
you scowled, "(name)."
"draken." he replied, now his voice even softer and firm than before. "and i am fifteen."
"fif-fifteen? as in 1 5?" your eyes widened.
"uhm yeah that's how i believe we write 15."
"damn dude, you look like you're 19 or something, i don't know."
that made him chuckle, "yeah i get that a lot. so you didn't answer my question, how old are you? and why did you run away from home?"
"i am fifteen and that's a long story." you waved your hand, dismissing his question and the squinting, suspecting eyes. draken sighed but got the hint and didn't pry. at least not right now.
he looked around, tired as he was and fed up of whatever was going on in toman, he wasn't going to leave you alone in the middle of nowhere with all your belongings.
"hmm," he looked at you, like actually looked at you. there was something going on in his head but you couldn't decipher anything from his expression. his expressions throughout your conversation were unreadable.
"come with me." he asked.
"stranger danger?" you reminded.
"you know my name now, shut up." he groaned. "besides walking here alone isn't safe. where i live there are plenty of other women too. you'll feel better there. also they are really nice."
"hmm i don't know-"
"fine i have snacks, video games, manga-"
"count me in!" your eyes lit up, glowing under the red, links and purples surrounding you both as you looked at him. draken matched your grin.
and against your better judgement and your worried mother's teachings, you did, in fact, end up walking with this stranger into a brothel.
that night you didn't realise this but draken was the angel that had come to save you, a blessing in disguise for you. you had finally found a constant in your life. while his life wasn't the most stable but neither was yours. somehow two broken teenagers were enough to lend each other a shoulder to lean on, to cry on.
also he did end up sending you back to your mother though because somebody gotta be the rational one and it's certainly not you in this situation. but that was the start of a beautiful friendship.
the first time he met you was in middle school while you were getting bullied by high schoolers. you were weird, anti-social, abnormal, you name it. this kid– this really tall kid with a tattoo on his head saved you by beating them up that had them run away. when he looked back at you to see how you were, the first thing you said was–
'whoa! dude are you really a middle schooler? '
the next time you saw him again was three years later. this time, it was you who was doing the beating to some punks who purposely bumped into you. draken was walking with mikey when he spots a group of guys getting their asses kicked at which he immediately recognized you
he comes up to you, leaving mikey with a dorayaki in his mouth and reaches his hand out, and pulls you by the back of your neck, holding you like a mama cat carrying its kitty
then you exclaimed, familiarity blooming on your face, 'whoa it's you! and you're still really, really tall'
'and you're still a troublemaker' he says with a hint of fondness and a small smile on his face. you give him a giggle in reply, glad that you got to see him again. that sweet sound you let out rang to his ears and brought a ticklish flutter in his stomach
'you're not a little kid anymore, you know? you should stop getting into fights' he lets you down on your feet and thinks how your lopsided smile makes him remember the first time he saw your face bloom at him, and ever since then, that image of you stayed on his mind
HELLO BESTIE 😫😫 we need a random cute and emotionaly fluffy scenario with taka-chan, micheal, and chifuyu. Like how about a first kiss scenario or the boys save them from some pereverts or the boys get saved instead, your choice 👍
HELLO BESTIE!!! thanks for sending this in and my deepest apologies for taking so long.
as mentioned in my pinned, i only write for draken and mitsuya. i didn't do the first kiss thing since i have done it here already. also i kind of changed it a little but i hope you'd still like it. check it out here.
cw: no specified pronouns/gender, established relationship, fluff, mentions of blood, injuries and death, canon typical violence.
note: requested by @/fggcgsblog
𝟐𝟎:𝟒𝟗 read the time on your watch. you let out a sigh. forty-nine minutes had passed since your boyfriend told you to "wait for me. i'll be back soon." and then rushed out before you could even ask further.
you and mitsuya finally had some time off from your busy schedules so it was mutually decided that a date was much needed and that it would be a great way to spend some time together. only you were waiting in this café with no call or message from him and neither was he answering either of them.
you waited patiently at first but as the time went on your patience turned into worry. this was uncharacteristic of mitsuya. he wasn't irresponsible. and everything he did was for a reason. so there was only one thing that explained his absence and radio silence— he was in danger.
you wanted to believe that you were just overthinking and being silly over nothing. but as soon as a bruised and bloodied mitsuya came into your mind and the thought of potentially losing your boyfriend plagued your thoughts, your heart rate increased and you quickly grabbed your phone, wallet and keys and rushed outside.
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takashi scrunched his nose as soon as the metallic taste of blood hit his taste buds. he spit it out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
eyelids drooping and body swaying, mitsuya launched a fist towards the man in front of him only to be punched straight in his gut by him. more blood spewed out of his lips followed by a pained groan.
he was getting tired now. his body was giving up. he was aching almost everywhere and he knew it would be difficult to shower because of all the cuts and bruises painting his body in reds, blues and purples. that was; if they didn't kill him. which was highly unlikely.
guilt also ate him up when he remembered that he had broken his promise of spending some quality time with you. he had kept you waiting alone in that coffee shop full of couples. mikey called him to take care of some business but maybe even his president didn't know the extent of this "business".
"takashi!" his ears rang. did they hit him in the head hard? he was starting to hear your voice now and here of all places. it was distant and muffled though.
"takashi!" but it was getting clearer. his head pounded. yeah he definitely got a serious head injury.
"takashi!" you screamed.
"huh?" he turned around to see you running towards him.
"oh my God. i knew it, i fucking knew it! i should have come sooner. i had a gut feeling but i ignored it for so long- fuck!" you shouted at yourself. angry that you let this happen to the man most precious to you.
"what are you doing here, (name)? go back! this is dangerous" mitsuya's voice drawled. he tried to scold you to somehow make you listen to him. to get you away from this. but frankly? he had no energy.
though, in all honesty mitsuya was happy. he should have guessed it. he should have known. of course you would come! and now that you were here, he wasn't worried in the slightest.
he looked at you as you looked at him, both mirroring a smile.
"oi!" one of them shouted. "we don't have time for this lovey-dovey bullshit."
"yeah! let's kill them both!" and in typical gang fashion they started chanting "yes" which sounded like noise pollution to you than anything.
that was okay though. these low-lives weren't about to go home in one piece anyways.
"ready?" takashi asked, straightening his shoulder and warming up a little.
"more than ready." your lips turned up.
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"i wanted to thank you for today." mitsuya speaks up though his eyes don't meet yours. he seems to be content staring at the cemented road below. you support his weight and wince a little with every step. you knew you weren't going to come out of it unscathed.
"unghh," his lilac hair covers his face as the wind blows. you help him sit down on the bike and takashi's face contorts in pain.
cupping his face with both your hands, you make him look at you. "you don't need to thank me, darling. your safety is my utmost priority."
takashi let's out a relieved sigh. your voice is so low and soft, just for him. it's so sweet and soothing to his ears after the loud and noisy shouts of those gang men. the pretty smile that you send his way despite the injuries that you carry, makes his heart skip a beat. you look the prettiest when you smile for him. it makes his heart flutter. the way you look into his eyes as if he is your entire world makes his eyes glossy. he stops himself from crying, gulping down the lump in his throat. sometimes he gets overwhelmed by the amount of love and care you have in store for him. he isn't used to it, having always been at the giving end; not the receiving one.
you risked your safety for him. you saved him. you were there for him when he needed help, when he needed you.
"but didn't i tell you not to get involved in gang business? this was dangerous, (name). this could have been fatal."
"and what? let you die? ever thought what would I do if something happened to you? you don't want to think. if those- those motherfu-"
"shh." he placed his index finger on your lips. you looked down at his finger and then at him, heat rushing to your face. mitsuya leans closer and now your forehead touches his. "you wouldn't do anything. you would continue to live your life normally. you wouldn't do anything to put yourself in danger or make your life miserable. it's not the end of the world. i don't want anything bad happening to you."
"but taka- hmph!"
takashi captures your lips with his and presses them against his in a needy and passionate kiss. a hand brings you closer towards his body as he deepens the kiss. "kiss me."
"a good way to shut me up." takashi lets out a chuckle.
Just a quick question, how long do you usually take for a request?
-🌹Anon
okay this is embarrassing lol *laughs nervously while hiding face*
i understand though since i have requests and i haven't posted in so long.
tbh dear anon, i take long. i never planned to take requests, it was only for that time. i won't be taking anymore requests but suggestions are always, always welcome!! i may write something if i get interested. i usually write whenever inspiration spikes in me. or you can just talk about your favourite things if you want to ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡
oh i do, yes, but if it's something specific to gender identities and expressions then it depends on the request actually. i have to see if i am able to do justice to it or not. try sending in one, if i can i would or else i would delete it so you would know ^_^
Hey author-san just saw that your request are open. Idk if you write smut if you do can we some draken or mitsuya how they have their first time with the gf?
hello love! requests are open, yes but this a sfw blog so i don't write smut. sorry :/ if you want send in a sfw request tho!
cw: fem!reader, both reader and draken are fifteen/sixteen, angst to fluff, platonic since you are both minors in this scenario, unstable childhood home, toxic marriage and father-daughter relationships, use of cuss words, mentions of nudity and sex work but nothing nsfw between anyone because again minors, idk if you'd call the reader's situation as having a mental disorder of some sort? i think it happens to people some times but lemme know if i'm wrong.
note: as i have mentioned this is an sfw blog. i won't ever post/reblog nsfw stuff here. this post is just for the collab because i wanted to venture out into something new and wanted to take some liberty. for those of you who are uncomfortable with the themes mentioned in the warnings, please don't read under the cut. i completely understand. i may try something along these lines again🤔
@1900-aria thank you for this collab! this was fun♡
there were gaps in your memories. you often noticed that. there were countless times when you tried to remember your past, specifically your childhood when your parents were involved and you just… won't remember things clearly.
you tried. you really tried to scrape out bits and pieces of some information, some defining memory to piece together a puzzle but you'd often find yourself frustrated, angry and drained. it tired your mind when you tried to remember your childhood but it also made you sad and anxious.
your friends remembered their just fine. talking about fun instances they spent with their family, cool things their parents did for them, blah blah blah. but you'd often find yourself quiet during the entire situation. just standing there like a silhouette. like a motionless and emotionless doll.
now you wouldn't tell how fun your family dynamics and home life was, would you?
you dragged your feet to the steps of your house. unwilling yet voluntary movements to the hellhole you live in. just minutes away from pushing the doors open and you could already hear the screaming and shouting and objects banging and being thrown around aaaand you tuned out the rest.
again, again, again, every single day, every single time, on the most insignificant minute topics.
you didn't know how long you had been in your room, headphones on to drown out the things you would notice and treat later on on your mother and things you would learn about your father which you were better off without. it's not like she purposefully told you, she didn't want to but you made her let it all out. it would do no good to keep it all inside. you didn't want to lose her. not your mother, the only one that felt like home.
you closed your maths register, keeping it aside and taking out the economics register. the only benefit of this everyday petty arguing was, you would complete a lot of things when trying to forget about it even happening.
the door burst open, slamming against the wall and bouncing back with the force. you gasped, body jolting, heart rate increasing as you locked eyes with that… that unhinged man.
crazy eyes, full of rage. he looked as if he had fully gone insane, mad, unstable.
he hadn't said anything but you could feel your anxiety spike up with every second that passed. you knew what was to happen. gulping down the fear and what-ifs, you internally pulled up your walls, tightened the bolts, prepared yourself mentally and physically. ready to face whatever came your way.
you can't lose, you can't cry.
you can't give up, you can't comply.
no matter what, you have to be strong for your mother, for your pride.
that night a lot happened. quite eventful you would… have said if you remembered everything in detail right now.
it was a blur memory now. with each passing step you began to forget bits and pieces of whatever happened tonight.
your school bag on your shoulder, you walked the streets alone at 2 in the morning. it was dead silent.
no humans, no animals, no birds, nothing. not one living thing in sight.
you took long strides after running for a while, making your way through a particular street. dead sure about your decision this time, your suitcase rolled next to you with all your necessary belongings.
i am not going back. never again. never ever.
after planning it for months, years now; you had finally ran away from home.
it felt scary after the anger started fading down and your pace started slowing down because rationality started kicking in.
and after a while, at a crossroad you stopped. right in the middle.
what now? where to now?
your chest heaved as you struggled to breath in. calves burning because you had walked more than a kilometre or two without stopping.
behind you was that 'house'. nah not there
to your right was a… rather shady looking street. n-no not-not there. mhm.
to your front was the same road going further a mile or two, you don't know.
to your right is another dark alley but at the very end you can see bright neon lights flickering and changing.
"towards right it is." you mumbled to yourself.
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"ma'am, ma'am calm down please. we can't talk like thi-" your mother cut the officer off, looking at him as if he just said that the Earth was flat.
"calm down? ca-" she scoffed.
"my daughter is- MY DAUGHTER IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN AND YOU ASK ME TO CALM DOWN? IT'S TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING, AND SHE IS A GIRL, SHE IS GOD KNOWS WHERE AND YOU ASK ME TO CALM DOWN? I DON'T WANT TO THINK OF THINGS THAT COULD OR HAVE HAPP-"
she shakes her head vigorously, mumbling to herself. "no, no, don't think such things. she'll be fine. she is fine. yeah, yeah she'll be alright. she is, she can handle herself. she-"
a sob breaks out, she can't hold it in anymore. tears start streaming down her face. "my daughter, my daughter."
she was scared.
not exactly because of the dangers lurking outside but because she knows why you did what you did. she is a mother, she had been noticing your behaviour for a while now.
it was only natural for tonight's events to occur and spiral into an ugly mess. and it was only natural for you to finally snap. it was about time.
your mother turns to her left. the sadness now replaced by pure despise, hatred and rage.
"you-" she points at the man feigning innocence and concern shamelessly. "you listen to me. if, if something happened to (name). something- anything bad," she lets out a dry laugh. "i swear to God i don't know what i'd do."
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you roamed the neon lit streets full of people, especially men, at 2 a.m. without realising where you were actually heading to.
the thing is, you didn't really pay attention and jumped, yes quite literally jumped straight into the sea of people. all you saw was a hustling bustling part of Tokyo in the middle of the night and decided "yup, this is just fine for the night."
curious eyes roamed around the many tall buildings until you see an almost naked lady inside a see-through glass cabinet. turning your face away, you ignored the heating up of your cheeks.
and that's when it clicks. you look up, only a little though, just to see the things you had suspected.
there were brothels and sex shops everywhere. at every corner you would find naked women or women in provocative clothing.
shit.
eyes wide but you still didn't watch where you were going and boom-
"oh fu- watch where you're going di-" draken shut up as soon as his landed on you. he would never cuss a girl.
"i- i am sorry." you bowed down.
"what- what are you- how old are you?" draken spluttered. eyes moving from your bag to your suitcase to your disheveled state.
"don't people first ask each other's names?" you questioned. "besides why should i tell you? ever heard of stranger danger?"
"eVeR hEaRd oF sTrAnGeR dAnGeR." he mocked. "you are literally in the red light district, alone, at night, with your bag and baggage."
"well," that shut you up but not wanting to back down you retorted. "well so are you. i mean except the bag part."
"yeah because i live here." he deadpanned.
"in the fucking red light district?" you laughed. "yeah sure buddy. just say you are a horny teenage boy and leave." you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"don't believe if you don't want to." he merely shrugged his shoulders.
"how old are you again?" you asked, taking in his appearance because he surely doesn't look your age.
"don't people first ask each other's names?" he repeated.
you scowled, "(name)."
"draken." he replied, now his voice even softer and firm than before. "and i am fifteen."
"fif-fifteen? as in 1 5?" your eyes widened.
"uhm yeah that's how i believe we write 15."
"damn dude, you look like you're 19 or something, i don't know."
that made him chuckle, "yeah i get that a lot. so you didn't answer my question, how old are you? and why did you run away from home?"
"i am fifteen and that's a long story." you waved your hand, dismissing his question and the squinting, suspecting eyes. draken sighed but got the hint and didn't pry. at least not right now.
he looked around, tired as he was and fed up of whatever was going on in toman, he wasn't going to leave you alone in the middle of nowhere with all your belongings.
"hmm," he looked at you, like actually looked at you. there was something going on in his head but you couldn't decipher anything from his expression. his expressions throughout your conversation were unreadable.
"come with me." he asked.
"stranger danger?" you reminded.
"you know my name now, shut up." he groaned. "besides walking here alone isn't safe. where i live there are plenty of other women too. you'll feel better there. also they are really nice."
"hmm i don't know-"
"fine i have snacks, video games, manga-"
"count me in!" your eyes lit up, glowing under the red, links and purples surrounding you both as you looked at him. draken matched your grin.
and against your better judgement and your worried mother's teachings, you did, in fact, end up walking with this stranger into a brothel.
that night you didn't realise this but draken was the angel that had come to save you, a blessing in disguise for you. you had finally found a constant in your life. while his life wasn't the most stable but neither was yours. somehow two broken teenagers were enough to lend each other a shoulder to lean on, to cry on.
also he did end up sending you back to your mother though because somebody gotta be the rational one and it's certainly not you in this situation. but that was the start of a beautiful friendship.
ehi, you don't have to respond to this ask, but you forgot to put the tag in the post. the tag is 𖧷 - decameron collab
also thank u sm for joining 💜
ah yes yes, i know aria, it's just after putting the tag it wasn't appearing in the tags so i had to remove it for the time being. now i'll add on to the tag after the 24 hour mark is over if that's alright.
i just wanted to inform that i have made a taglist form for anyone who would like to be tagged and notified in any future works/series i would be posting. here's the link and it would always be present in my pinned post if you would want to do it later.
you can find my already posted works in my pinned if you would like to see how i write
