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hey guys. i loki feel like toji the way i been giving all of u the absent father treatment on here. DW IM FINALLY WORKING ON FEEDING YOUUUU SOON <3

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medical students write the best fanfics. the works i enjoy the most are almost always written by someone in their early 20s who juggle a part time job and study medicine at night while also writing the most jaw dropping toe curling stuff

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thinking about toji and the way he hypes you up like it’s his full-time job, benefits and all.

he’s not the loud, overly enthusiastic type—no cheering or over-the-top confessions. nah, toji's style is smoother, more suave, but no less impactful. he’s the guy leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you do your thing with a look that says yeah, that’s my baby.

when you’re nervous about something, from a big presentation to even just picking out an outfit to go out, he’s right there with his low, gravelly reassurance. "you got this. you’re better than all those other scrubs combined.”

and when you do kill it—like he knew you would—he’s the first to smirk, to drop that deep chuckle and say something maddeningly cocky like, “told ya. nobody got nothin' on my girl.”

and it’s not just when you do things right either. you can mess up and he won't even let you notice. burned your toast? “eh, crunchy’s better anyway.” tripped over your own feet? “sick moves, ma.”

and his favourite is when you're trying on clothes in front of him. “turn around...yeah, that’s the one, honey. you’re dangerous in that.”

he notices everything, even when you think he doesn’t. and when he says something about how you light up a room or make things look easy, it’s not flattery. it’s fact, at least the way he sees it. and if you dare to call him out for making you flustered? “tch. quit whining, dumbass. i'm just tellin' it like it is—you’re seriously a damn angel or something.”

because toji might not say “i love you” all the time, but in the way he's always by your side, making you feel like you’re unstoppable? yeah, it’s written all over him.

© 𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓; est 2024.

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hey wouldn’t it be so funny if i randomly did a face reveal like fully out of the blue completely without warning for no reason at all

yeah that was pretty funny

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hey gang 👊

a super cool friend of mine writes some amazing stuff, for not just one piece but also aot, saiki k, bsd and jjba. better yet, they’re also currently accepting requests! if u fw any of those fandoms you should should def check out @sakurasnowfall <3

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hey loves! been a minute

i’ve been doing some travelling this holiday season so i haven’t had the chance to log on, let alone post all that often, im so sorry :( works are still in the making and i still exist trust

still, even after my inactivity i opened the blr to so many notifs 🥹 just know i will be going through all your tags and dms and whatnot with the biggest stupidest grin on my face ily guys

wishing all of u a very belated but very merry christmas and happy new year, as well as the best of luck as we all start up our lives and routines again!

xoxo,

aspen

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choso stans will need to be sedated when he’s animated with his hair down

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thinking about gojo, whose cool-guy persona completely disappears the second he actually gets to date you.

before you guys got together, he was all big flirting and smooth talk—leaning against doorframes, tossing out charming one-liners, flashing that trademark grin that could probably melt steel. he played it cool, almost annoyingly so, like he had you all figured out.

but now that you’re actually all his? it’s like the man doesn’t know how to function.

gone is the suave charmer, replaced by a lovesick idiot who’s weirdly careful around you. shy, even. his hands hover awkwardly before he rests them on your waist, like you might dissolve into thin air if he hugs you too hard. and sometimes he stammers, which would be cute if it wasn't also kinda hilarious considering this was the same guy who used to wink at you so often you were beginning to suspect he wasn't flirting and just had a bad eye infection.

“can i hold your hand?” he waits to ask three weeks into dating, cheeks pink, eyes wide. you blink at him for a solid ten seconds because, hello, he’d been practically attached to you since day one. you had thought it went without saying.

but no, he’d meant it, completely serious and completely ridiculous, because that’s just how he is with you now. he still can’t believe someone as bright and amazing as you actually likes him. him!

so yeah, you've absolutely ruined his whole “untouchable” image. but honestly, if giving up his cool-guy status means he gets to keep seeing you smile the way you do, gojo will gladly embarrass himself till the end of time.

© 𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓; est 2024.

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Hey mootie have you ever watched Ranma 1/2?! I’m currently watching the remake and it’s ADORABLE

hey baby, no i have not :( but i just googled it and it looks so cute omg 🥹 onto the tbw it goes!!

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u ever hate smth u wrote but come back to it a few days later and...hate it even more.

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sometimes i b writing something so cringe it physically hurts but then i realise its about a character im literally in love w and continue cuz what typa fanfic writer would i be if i didnt indulge in cheesy couple shit w my favs

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short n sweet ⋆.

the air in the apartment was comfortably still, save for the faint sound of pages flipping. toji rested on the couch, haphazardly sprawled out, an arm draped lazily over his eyes. on the other side of the room was megumi, rifling through the old photo albums his father hadn’t bothered to sort out on the floor.

“dada, who’s this?” megumi’s voice broke the quiet, tone full of childish awe. 

toji grunted, barely lifting his arm. “what’re you lookin’ at now?”

megumi didn’t answer right away. instead, he turned the album toward his father, small fingers pointing to a polaroid in the corner of the page. toji squinted at first, unable to put together the picture—until he did.

the sight of you hit toji like a sucker punch, and his breath caught in his throat as his chest tightened with a sharp pang of a feeling all too familiar.

there you were, laughing at something he had said, eyes full of pure joy, head tilted just enough that the sunlight caught the edges of your silhouette. you looked like some sort of…angel, he thought to himself.

his gaze then shifted to the figure beside you—a younger version of himself. that version had his arm draped casually around your waist, his eyes casually admiring you, drinking in the sight of you like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

and damn it, toji couldn’t stop the sudden surge of jealousy he felt—jealousy of himself, that was. jealousy of the man he used to be, the one who could make you smile so big like that, who could say you were his without thinking twice.

jealousy of the man who hadn’t yet realised how lucky he was, and how much he would lose.

toji’s voice came out low, almost distant. “where’d you...where'd you find that, megs?”

megumi held up the album, oblivious to the weight in his father’s tone. “it was at the back of the book,” he said matter-of-factly. “who is it?”

“that’s…” toji dragged his gaze from the photo, but his heart still felt snagged on the image. he swallowed hard, muttering more to himself than to his son. 

“the one that got away.”

megumi tilted his head. “what does that mean?”

toji huffed a laugh, though it was shaky and lacked any humour. he leaned back into the couch like it could somehow ground him. “means i was an idiot, kid.”

the words didn’t explain much, but megumi didn’t push. he went back to flipping pages, though his glances toward his father lingered, curious but silent.

meanwhile, toji stared at the ceiling, his chest still tight with the weight of a memory that refused to fade. 

you. 

damn, he hadn’t seen that photo in years. it wasn’t just the picture itself—it was the way it brought you back, as clear and vibrant as if you were still standing in front of him.

you were a wild card from the start, the kind of person who could’ve gotten anyone tangled up in your orbit. but somehow, you had chosen him. you’d brought colour into his world without even trying, walking in with all that warmth and chaos you seemed to just carry around in your pocket.

he remembered the way your laugh could cut through the sharp edges of his world, filling spaces he didn’t even know were empty. the way you’d challenge him, fearless and unrelenting, like you were determined to pull him out of the shadows he’d lived in for so long. and damn it, you had. and for a little while, he’d let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, someone like him could deserve something like you.

but alas, he was who he was. and people like him didn’t get to keep things like you.

so he’d let you go. not because he didn’t love you—god, he’d loved you more than he ever let himself say—but because he was too afraid of what that love might cost.

toji closed his eyes, the weight of your memory welcoming him like an old, familiar friend after several long years. he didn’t need to open the album to see the photo anymore; it was etched into his mind, as your name was carved into his heart. 

“the one that got away,” he murmured again, this time so quietly that it was almost swallowed by the air.

across the room, megumi paused, glancing up from the album again. his young eyes searched his father’s face like he could sense there was more to the story, something bigger than the quiet words toji had offered. again, toji didn’t elaborate.

he just let his head fall back, closing his eyes, while the sound of turning pages filled the space again. because some things were too painful—and too beautiful—to explain.

© 𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓; est 2024.

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hey girl just wanna suggest your the one that got away prompt with toji because i know you would eat that uppppp

omfg i was hoping someone would ask for this, thank yew sooo much baby!

here ya go <3

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short n sweet ⋆. @chibinasuu

you weren’t nosy. 

not usually, anyway.

but as you passed the galley of the thousand sunny on your way to grab a drink, the sound of sanji’s voice brought your steps to a halt. something about his tone—eerily calm, stripped of its usual flirtatious cadence—became a mystery so intriguing you just had to put your ear to the door.

“i’ve been wanting to say this for a while…” his voice was low, a murmur wrapped in something you couldn’t quite identify, yet it slipped under your skin with ease. an involuntary shiver made its way down your spine, as though he were right behind you, leaning in to breathe them directly into your ear.

but of course, he wasn’t. and what you were doing right now was wrong, on so many levels.

you made the move to walk away as his muffled words went on, but you soon realised you just couldn’t. you almost felt magnetised, your questions pulling you in despite every other rational thought running through your head.

cause after all, what was the saying? curiosity only killed that one cat?

something like that, yeah.

so, you slowly cracked the door open just enough to sneak a peek. the view wasn’t perfect—sanji’s back was to you, his lean frame managing to block whoever he might be talking to. still, the scene in front of you told its own story. one hand gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, as though it was the only thing keeping him grounded. his shoulders were slightly hunched, carrying that telltale tension you’d come to recognise as his overthinking posture. 

man, what could possibly have him so worked up?

“you just…mean so much to me,” he spoke, voice clearer and softer than you’d ever heard it. slowly, he raked his fingers through his hair, sucking in a measured breath. “and i can’t hold this in any longer.”

oh shit.

was sanji confessing?

the thought sent a shooting pain right through your chest. you threw away all subtleties, craning your neck in every angle to get a better vantage point as your mind raced at a mile a minute. who could he possibly be talking to that meant “so much” to him…

not that you were jealous or anything.

“i think about you all the time.” he continued, each word coated with a sweetness that could very well make sugar seem bitter in comparison. “the way you bring people together, the way you laugh at all my jokes. i…i feel as if the whole world slows down when you’re around.”

i mean, it was sanji. he flirted with everyone, right? it was his thing. surely this was just one of those times, and it really wasn’t that deep. surely.

“and honestly? i think i might…” he trailed off. your eyes darted back and forth in the sliver of view you had, heart pounding as if it was silently urging, no begging, him to continue.

“...i think i might love you.”

scratch that. 

it was that deep. 

sanji was in love.

the idea hit harder than it should have. you’d spent so long brushing off his antics, telling yourself his charm was everyone’s to share. but now that he wasn’t performing, the vulnerable edge to his voice made it clear: whoever he was talking to truly mattered to him like no other. and the fact that it wasn’t you upset you a lot more than you’d thought.

the ache in your chest twisted into something unbearable, and before you could stop yourself, you fully pushed the door open, stepping into the room. sanji whipped around, startled, his golden hair slightly falling into his eyes as he made way for you to see who he had been speaking to. and as you followed your line of sight, your gaze fell to…

a steaming pot of soup?

you blinked. “sanji, are you…confessing to soup?”

the colour drained from his face before rushing back tenfold. “uh, love...just how long have you been listening?!”

“long enough,” you replied, stepping into the room as your shoulders lightened with something close to relief. you then crossed your arms, trying not to grin too big. “so… is it a mutual thing, or do you think soup prefers to keep it professional?”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face, his cheeks blazing. “i wasn’t confessing to the soup, okay? i was just…practicing.”

you blinked, the tension in your chest loosening just enough to let out a shaky laugh. “practicing?” you repeated, your lips curling into a teasing smile despite the confusion still muddling your thoughts. “for what, exactly?”

sanji shifted, his posture tense but uncertain, vulnerability radiating from him in waves. his hand moved to the back of his neck, ruffling his golden locks in yet another rare gesture of nervousness you recognised. the confident chef, always so suave, now looked almost fragile under the weight of his own words.

“for you,” he admitted at last, the words barely above a whisper.

time seemed to stop, the weight of his confession crashing into you like a tidal wave. “me?” you managed to get out, voice trembling.

“yes, you,” he repeated, stronger this time, his gaze locking into yours. his blue eyes were raw, unguarded, brimming with emotion that made it impossible to look away. “i’ve been wanting to tell you for so long, you don’t even know.”

his words hung in the air between you, your chest tightening as you thought about his confession over and over.

sanji had been practicing. for you.

slowly, deliberately, you stepped closer, making sanji's eyes widen with a mix of nerves and intrigue. before he could speak, however, you brought your hands to his face, fingers softly brushing the edge of his jaw. his breath hitched as you tilted his head, shifting his gaze from the soup up close to you.

“now,” you murmured, voice low and steady, your smirk curling into something softer, “let’s try that again, shall we?”

© 𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓; est 2024.

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woooo congrats on 100 followers!! 🎉 and what an exciting event! i can’t wait to read everything you’re putting out 😍

all of the prompts are sooo good i had a hard time choosing, but could i pretty please get sanji with “getting caught mid-practice confession”? just thought the prompt would be perfect for him!

thanks so much!!

AHHH thank you so much angel!!

here you goooo <3

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me and gang after saying “type shi”

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one thing abt me is that i am a chronic post editor. i can and WILL check up on one of my fics from months ago and reword/add stuff even tho nobody gaf anymore