Angst is my job. Unhinged characters are my game. Design is my profession. (Michael Scott pun absolutely intended HEHE)
But on a serious note, I’m an aspiring writer, a graphic designer irl, and a total chump for romantic and slice-of-life plots.
I currently have a few works in progress that I’m posting on AO3. You can find me at sheismj06 ✨
I’m really new to the fanfic writing world, so I’m venturing into these projects whenever I get some free time from my day job. I love indulging myself with angsty plots and late-night writing sessions; and I’m obsessed with Naruto lore, so most of my fics live in that universe -- especially during the Blank Period (I mean, characters peak 🤌🏻).
So, if you want a dose of deranged stories, suffering characters, and just a dash of smut to keep things interesting, come into my corner.
Summary: The vaccines are ready, but hope is a dangerous thread to Sakura hold onto. When the virus backfires, the medical wing is torn apart, and Sakura is forced to face her worst fears.
Rating: Mature
Chapter content warning: medical trauma, anxiety attack.
Keep reading for a chapter excerpt (*contains spoilers*)
Hot tears streamed down her face as her strength abandoned her. She couldn’t lift herself from the ground.
She had promised she would save him.
She had promised she would find a cure.
“Sakura.”
A deep voice broke through the fog, distant, distorted, almost unreal. It sounded wrong. Frightened.
“Sakura!”
The voice called again, close now, desperate.
She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t see. Moving seemed to require skills too complicated for her collapsing mind. Eyes clogged with damp earth, and her lips dry, glued together not able to form a single word.
Time slipped strangely. Silence pressed in. Her mind was probably fetching things… The earth felt heavy, swallowing her whole, dragging her downward as unconsciousness claimed for her.
A large hand grabbed her by the waist, hauling her upward, ripping her back from the pull of the ground.
“Sakura, please answer me.” The voice commanded frantically.
She was pressed against a familiar warm shape, sustaining her weight. The hand drifted to her face, wiping the mud off her features.
“You’re bleeding,” the voice said urgently. “How much blood have you lost?”
Fingers tapped gently on her shoulders, trembling.
A warm, soothing surge flooded beneath her collarbone. Healing chakra.
Her body welcomed it greedily. The balm sensation cut through the haze just enough for her to breathe again. Shallow, broken gasps tore free from her chest.
“Please,” The voice shattered insistently, forcing her brain to work. “Please don't die.”
in 2026, remember how GOOD writing feels. remember how satsfying it is to get your characters to the point you have been dying to get to, where they will experience the love, fear, relief or whatever the feeling you want to bring to life may be. let this year be the year of writing, prgress and of satisfactory endings.
As snow falls over Konoha, Tenten is expected to spend the Rinne Festival at her parents’ home. The problem is that her upper-class family won’t let her breathe, filling the night with disappointed passive-aggressive remarks about her love life, and poor career choices.
The one person she could always count on to survive moments like this, died three years ago, in the war.
So when she’s finally had enough, heartbroken and overwhelmed, Tenten escapes into the cold winter night… only to find that a friendly face might be exactly the sign she didn’t know she was asking for.
Genre tags: Friends to lovers · Emotional/Hurt Comfort · Winter Season · Family Drama · Fluff and Smut · Canon compliant with a tinge of what-if
Summary: Sakura’s investigation goes terribly wrong, and she’s caught red-handed by Kaeri’s village leader. The bingo books she finds there threatens the whole mission. Something in Kaeri isn’t what it seems.
The response I’m getting on AO3 for this fic has been absolutely wild to me. I never imagined receiving so many kudos and hits (over 2k so far!). This is beyond anything I ever hoped for, and I’m truly grateful for all the love. Now, I’m deep in the outlining process because I want the mystery + slow burn to really pay off in the end, so nothing I’m laying down is coincidental…
I absolutely love when people take the time to comment on my fics, it really hypes me up to write more and brightens my day I know authors write for what they love and to share with the fandom but comments truly make it all feel worthwhile. Thank you again for reading and leaving your thoughts especially the long and analytical ones they are the sweetest.🥹❤️🙏🏻
…stays at the party. That was the only rule Ino Yamanaka set for her friends when she invited the old Twelve of Konoha to her and Sai’s joint bachelor party weekend. It had been ages since they’d all hung out just to have fun, and now that the world was finally taking a breath, she figured it was the perfect time to get everyone together for a night where they could let go and just be young.
Kiba happened to have a distant relative, an aunt, or maybe a second-second-cousin, with a gorgeous house out in the countryside, right on the edge of the Land of Fire. Nobody actually believed his offer… until they saw the awestruck place that would be theirs for the weekend.
It all seemed perfect. But nothing, not a stunning venue, not gallons of cheap booze, and definitely not questionable party-games, could stop the inevitable. The “get-together” will quickly devolve into widespread party-chaos, arguable decisions, and absurd memories that aren't meant to leave the weekend.
Rating: Explicit for language, sexual themes, and substance use.
🍋 Think sitcom energy with adult content.
Pairings: Ino x Sai | Sasuke x Sakura | Naruto x Hinata | Shikamaru x Temari | Chouji x Karui | And more
Genre tags: Bachelor/Bachelorette party · House party · Drunken shenanigans · Steamy moments · Canon compliant with a tinge of what-if
