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Hi everyone! This is my first story on Tumblr, I've been wanting to write for awhile especially about Luigi. If there is any flaws or feedback please please please let me know, comments are on!

I have a few extended concepts for certain bullet points, if there one that sticks out the most let me know and I can create an extension on it.

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Pairing: Luigi Mangione x reader

Word count (story only):2,018

Warnings: None just fluff ;)

Imagine you, an inspiring fashion designer falls for the dorky data scientist named Luigi Mangione.

Based on living in Maryland

-First encounter:

Your favorite fabric store is next door to his favorite cafe. Staring at you and your well detailed outfits throughout the window Luigi would be distracted from his work observing you.

The first time you saw him was picking up an order from that same coffee shop. On your way out, you made eye contact with him. Nothing really stood out about him honestly.

Second encounter/first conversation

You were in line to place your order, in the meanwhile you were adding final details to your latest sketch and a tap on your shoulder came to your surprise. He looked familiar, you thought. He asked you about your sketches, talking your head off you both held up the line. After ordering, you and him sat and discussed your interests and careers.

He observed every detail about you, something about his presence swept you in, his intellectual yet humorous personality made you grow curious about him. Before leaving for your meeting, he asks for your phone number and social media handles. 

-Stalking or “obsessively analyzing”

You glanced at Luigi’s instagram, wholesome guy with minimum fashion however he looks great in a suit and with a clean cut.

You became Luigi’s newest fascination, having a fair amount of digital footprint, Luigi observed your instagram first. Trailing back to your high school days posing with friends in art class, your instagram stories had poems you wrote. He even discovered your fashion blog and youtube channel. Reading every post you made and spending hours watching your videos. He took a few notes on your favorite restaurants, your birthday, anything that was sentimental. 

-Texting and facetime

Whenever you guys text, he responds back immediately. He would send you random articles and ask your opinion. One night when texting back and forth, he asked if he can FaceTime you. You agreed which led to a 5 hour conversation. He was wearing glasses and you asked if they were real, to which he said “it’s for fashion”. His witty humor and cheerful spirit made it easy to talk to him

-Hanging out

Luigi initiated most of the hang outs. Secretly he planned everything (how a boyfriend does), from taking a pottery class together, trying new restaurants and going to yoga classes. Hanging out at each other’s apartments eventually came around to which he would clean his apartment, nervous of your opinion. In reality his apartment is organized and fits him perfectly. The compliments and the stares you gave looking around made him feel secure. Luigi loved your apartment, the vibrant colors, the messy table filled with scattered papers, fabric around a plugged in sewing machine. Your apartment is a perfect representation of you!

-Feelings? 

The more time you spent with Luigi, the more you developed feelings for him. When taking a stroll with him, you notice yourself staring at his side profile “I like big noses” . The tik tok audio from Doja Cat appeared in your mind, the curls that formed his hair you found cute. When it was summer, his sunkissed tan complimented him so well . Scanning your eyes up and down, there was definitely physical attraction, the physical attraction and the connection you guys built in the past months made you crush on him in secret. The fear of him not reciprocating the same feelings terrified you. Whenever a few days passed by and you hadn’t seen or spoke to him, you started to miss him and would reach out. Luigi on the other hand, he describes it as “love at first sight” , extremely dramatic and a sprinkle of delusion, he adored your style, the confidences you had when walking into a room. With the connection that was created by you guys, his attraction to you skyrocketed. He also mentioned his feelings he had to you to his sisters, encouraging him to ask you out. His sisters found it precious that he cares so deeply for you.

-Flea market memories

One of your hang out adventures landed you guys in a flea market. One of the vendors that caught your eye had a vintage sweater. In your mind, this sweater would be a great fit for Luigi. You showed  him the sweater and insisted he tried it on. Luigi gave in and tried on, the sweater was a perfect match . The vendor, an older gentleman, said to him “listen to your lady, she knows her fashion” assuming the two of you were in a relationship. Standing behind him, you hugged him from the back Luigi subconsciously smiled at this reaction. He agreed to get the sweater which you couldn’t be happier.

-Train trip

You and Luigi went on a train trip to North Carolina. A nine hour train ride may sound gruesome but having Luigi by your side made this an unforgettable trip. Listening to music together from sharing wired earbuds, stealing each other's snacks. You started to doze off after a few hours in, drifting your head onto Luigi’s shoulder. It wasn’t intentional at all. Luigi didn’t mind, he actually liked it. He smelled the shampoo in your hair, getting a special view of your facial features  “so pretty” he mumbled. When you woke up, you made direct eye contact with Luigi, he giggled at your facial expression while you immediately moved your head out of embarrassment. “I am so sorry” you frantically apologized, “It’s all good” his voice was deep and slowly turned you on. This trip definitely brought you guys closer physically and emotionally, staying in the same room you saw Lu in a different light. He is a clean person. He always puts the toilet seat down after using it. During the visit, you both went hiking together, it was your first time ever and Luigi was basically a pro. He helped you whenever you were close to stumbling, assuring you that you will be just fine. “See I told you it’s not difficult, it’s relaxing right?” Hiking was something you had no interest in but with a little encouragement from your bestie westie, hiking is your newfound  favorite physical activity.

-Hair troubles

One night, you heard a ding on your phone. A text from your contact named“Loo-ee jee” appeared.

“Hey, are you busy?”

Responding back “No what’s up?”

Luigi facetimes you, in distress, discussing his hair problems. He explains that he cannot remember the shampoo he used as a child living at home, he had some event to attend in the afternoon so he wanted to wash his hair and try something different with his curls. He begs for your help and you agree to help him. Meeting him at a “beauty supply store” foreign in his world. You both grabbed some hair care products and went back to your apartment. You guided him through the process of taking care of his curls and even wrote down the step by step manual to follow on his “wash days”. He ended up spending the night because he was a little tippy from the wine he brought over(don’t drink and drive kids). Both of you indulged in a few glasses, he mentioned the wine was from a family member in Italy (hmm exotic you said to yourself). Both of you crashed on your couch, he laid in your lap wrapped in a large fuzzy blanket. You woke in the middle of the night to see Lulu in your lap, you liked it. He looked well rested and comfortable. This entire night wasn’t supposed to happen actually. Luigi faked his cries for help solely because he missed you and wanted to do something more intimate with you. You never realized if he was legit hearing about his mishaps you just wanted to help your friend.

-Styling Lulu

At Luigi’s apartment, you joked about his style playfully. “I bet in your closet you have no more than 5 things including your blue bali shirt, adidas hoodie, a random slightly used button down shirt and your Upenn shirt”. He rolled his eyes and tried to laugh because it was true. His fashion can be described as low minimum, he didn’t really care about having a surplus of clothing or being the most fashionable in the room. Fashion was foreign to him, while it was your way of life. He asks you to help with his style and you were treating this as a project. Spending some time in the downtown area to shop, you and Luigi went shopping. Stopping in the first store, you immediately see something with potential. Grabbing short sleeve crew necks in different colors, picking up the shirt to hold up to Luigi you were thinking this is a good start. Solid basic shirts yet it is upgraded to his current style. Intentionally you picked up the shirts a size down because you wanted to see Luigi’s muscles pop out. Picking out the casual black and white, you also grabbed a plum(deep purple) shirt and an olive green. Luigi liked the colors you picked for him and made a purchase. The next store you found many gems for him, a few pairs of vintage Levi’s jeans fitting him perfectly, an upgraded adidas hoodie, grey nike sweatpants, some linen shorts and even a Upenn varsity jacket. Dropping you off to your place, before walking out of his car Luigi thanks you for your help and leans in for a hug. The hug was warm and made you feel fuzzy inside, pulling away your cheeks turned red. He stayed parked until you made it to the elevator, turning around one last time to wave to him and even blew a kiss. He caught your kiss and motioned, putting it close to his heart.

-Making it official 

This was just something that came to my mind at like 3am. At first I wanted this to be an omega verse story but decided against it. This is not proof read in the slightest and I am heavily dyslexic so i'm heavily relying on google to sure things are spelt and sound right.

WARNINGS: there are none this is not smut or angst just a stupid mini story. I am also fully aware that this character(s) do not act like this I just thought it'd be a funny story.

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Your morning started off as any morning did. You wake up, shower, eat breakfast in the mess hall, then head to the medical center to start your day organizing paperwork and taking inventory on the medical supplies on hand. When you first started working in the medical field you never thought you'd work with the military you thought the most action you'd see was stupid teenagers coming into the clinic doing stupid things like blowing up fireworks in their hands as part of a stupid dare. Anyway here you are working on a military base working with people who see the worst type of people almost daily.

On base your considered a "special case" because you are one of the few medics on base that can get any member of the 141 to actually take care of themselves when it comes to taking downtime to take care of injuries or themselves mentally. You especially get onto the teams lieutenant for not letting his injuries heal. Soap calls you the Lieutenant's Special Medic because you seem to be the only one he genuinely listens to when it comes to taking his health seriously. Even their captain is happy with the work you've done to get one of his men to take care of themselves.

Your work relationship with Lieutenant Riley or Ghost is weird. While working in the med bay you get a visit from someone who somehow manages to hurt themselves, so much so you being to think he was doing it on purpose just to see you.

You sigh when you realize who just walked into your med bay. "Soap what did you break this time?" Turning around to face him only to be met with a perfectly health and uninjured Soap.

"Nothin' lass. Jus came to tell you somethin' is all." He replies looking pretty smug about something.

You raise an eyebrow giving him a questioning look, "Oh really? What could be so important you came straight to the med bay to tell me?"

Soap's smirk grows like he's planning some massive surprise party. "A little birdy told me that you put someone on a medical discharge until their injuries were completely healed."

It takes you a second to understand what it is he's referring to. Realizing he's talking about Ghost who is obviously not taking it easy for his recovery. The same Ghost who was wheeled into your medical bay unconscious due the many life-threatening injuries he sustained during his last mission.

You sigh again. "Where is he?" You reply grabbing a small medical bag in case any of his stitches ripped. "Is he in the gym sparring or doing anything that would rip stitches?" You ask turning to him already knowing what the answer may be.

"He's in the gym sparring with the Recruits in proper hand to hand combat. And I think that him sparring would rip open stitches would it not?" Soap replies to your question.

A groan leaves your throat, "Yes, yes it can. You only came to tell me cause you want to see me tell him a new one didn't you?" You look towards him with a knowing look.

Soap lets out a hearty laugh nodding his head and stepping off to the side so you can start making your way to the training gym. It takes you 15 minutes to get to the gym to see Ghost sparring with a recruit. You watch as he knocks said recruit to the mat telling them exactly what was wrong with their positioning and posture. You walk towards the mat with your arms crossed over your chest waiting until Ghost realizes your there.

Its takes about a minute for him to say anything to you after telling the recruits to run laps around base for failing to knock him to the ground during the training. "Yes Doc'" he says finally looking towards you.

I sigh realizing that I need to start by checking his stitches to make sure everything is still together. "Let me see your stitches Ghost. Need to make sure none ripped." I walk up to him on the mat waiting for him to make a move to do anything.

He complies lifting his shirt only to see that a few of his stitches did in fact rip. "Is that all?" He asks. "Thought you came here to rip me a new one for not listening to the med leave order."

"Oh I thought about it. The Great Lieutenant Ghost getting ripped a new one by his medic because he can't listen to simple orders of no sparring, lifting weights over 10 pounds, and resting so his injuries can heal properly did come across my mind." I reply starting to clean and dress the now ripped stitches. "By the way Soap was the snitch this time. I do have half a mind to tell Price that you aren't listening to the medical order."

"But your not?" He asks wincing when I place a cotton ball with a sterile cleaning agent onto his stitches. "No I still am. But not right now. I have to redress your wounds first." I reply.

It takes about 20 minutes to finish redressing his wounds before you both just sat there in silence. "What made you think it was a good idea to start hand to hand combat training right after getting discharged from the medical wing?" You ask him with curious annoyance.

He sighs before sitting there for a moment deciding his next words carefully. "I got tired of sitting around doing nothing. When there was training that needed to be done." He finally says.

"But you are not the only one who can train recruits so what's the real reason? And you can't say that they don't train them properly because there are almost 20 other people on base who could've done the training while you're on medical leave." You reply slightly upset.

"I had to much on my mind to not sit still and do nothing." He replies faster than you thought he would. "Why didn't you come to my office if you needed to talk or get your mind off things going on? I could've given you something to do that didn't involve you tearing your stitches."

You both sit there in comfortable silence before Price walks in looking not so happy. You both then find out the Soap had gone to Price after telling you that Ghost was training recruits over resting and to say the least Price was not the happiest man. Your day ends as the three of you walk to the mess hall to eat dinner after Price told Ghost off for ignoring the medical leave orders. Safe to say the next day you didn't find Ghost training anyone for the next couple of days because Price gave him a mountain of paperwork to have done before he can go back onto the field.

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So firstly, this is my first imagine. Ever. So I really hope you like this. It hasn’t been proof read so sorry about that. Secondly, if you do like it, requests are always open 😊

You sat at the bar of the SAMCRO clubhouse, inhaling the smell of alcohol, smoke, weed and sex, as you sipped your whiskey, smiling as you looked around taking in the regular site of the place on a Friday night, waving at each familiar face that passed you by. Home.

Thinking back it was hard to believe that it hadn’t always been this way, hard to believe that just over two years ago you were the stereotypical good college girl. A cardigan wearing, ponytail sporting, good girl. Who never smoked, drank, and was always to shy to ever talk to a guy, never even having had your first kiss. Deciding to run away, and relocate in the middle of the night to some small town in California was the best decision you had ever made. And becoming one of the SAMCRO princesses was the best accident, after Gem had taken a liking to you and offered you a job at the garage. The boys had all become family, one in particular.

You fought a smile as you thought about how gorgeous you looked tonight, a Burgundy halter neck crop top, paired with black, ripped high waisted skinny jeans, your favourite black boots, all tied together with a simple smokey eye and nude lip, your thick [H/C] hair, in its naturally wild state. But you couldn’t hide it any longer when you looked across the room, your eyes locking with the icey blue ones of your old man. Tig, who cast you a cheeky smirk, even from the other side of the room you could see his eyes skimming your body. You and Tig had confessed your love for each other after a rather tumultuous first year, and you had gotten his crow, a couple of months later. It was a strange relationship but it worked. You loved the wild side he bought out in you, and he loved the way you calmed his demons.

However, that smirk quickly turned to an angry glare, which confused you until you noticed the man standing next to you, causing you to role your eyes.

Brayden. Brayden was a new prospect who had only joined in the last day or so, and had had his eyes glued to your chest since then, that coupled with the creepy comments you had been receiving all day had you at wits end. So when he started to speak, there was no hiding your look of disgust, which he was clearly oblivious too.

“Hey sweetheart, what do you say you and I go check out the apartment together” he drawled out with a wink.

You scoffed, although he hadn’t been around the club very long, you found it hard to believe he could be so dense as not to realise you were Tigs old lady.

“Yeah, not gonna happen.”

“Come on baby, you know you girls are just around to look after the members”

This cant be happening, you laughed to yourself, he thinks you are a crow eater. You could see Tig start to make his way over, stopping to give you a look of questioning concern, you gave him a subtle shake of your head. You were going to handle this your way.

“But the last time I checked you weren’t a member” you said, looking up at him from your whiskey. This seemed to touch a nerve for him, because his face suddenly got very plain, the shit eating, cocky grin from before long gone.

He placed him arm around your shoulder, his hand sliding down over your breast. Now this really pissed you off. At this point you could have just handed him over to Tig, Happy, Chibs, or Jax, really any of the boys who were now watching protectively out of the corner of their eyes. But regardless whether you were a crow eater or not, this prick should have known better than to disrespect any girl.

You turned into him with your most sultry expression, your [E/C] eyes looking deeply into his.

“Go wait outside near the ring, i’ll be there in just a minuet” you said in a low voice with a seductive wink.

With a cocky smirk he turned to strut outside.

You walked over to Jax who was now standing with Tig, leaning in close to whisper to them both.

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You walked through the club door, towards Brayden who met your eyes with a look of such self confidence it made you want to vomit. That look slowly faded when he noticed the boys behind you.

“Hey, whats, whats uh, whats goin’ on?” He stuttered out.

You strutted right past him, climbing over the ropes into the ring, as Jax addressed Brayden.

“Get in the ring” he said, his face stoney, his voice full of seriousness.

“What?”

With a raise of his brow, Happy and Juice, grabbed Brayden by the arms and threw him into the ring.

He hauled himself up off the floor, as you locked eyes with him, before he glances back at Jax.

“Listen, if she’s one of your sluts, thats fine Ill back off, just don’t hurt me” he blubbered out, slightly pathetic for a man of his stature.

“Oh we’re not gonna hurt ya’”, Brayden breathed a sigh of relief at this “She is.” he stated matter of factly.

He looked up at you, in time for you to land a punch square to his jaw before stepping back, allowing him up.

“Im not going to hit a -“ he was interrupted as you landed a kick to the side of his head, followed by several blows to his gut. After less than a minuet he was down, clearly not getting back up.

You crouched down close to him, grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up to look at you, as you pulled up the base of your crop top to reveal the crow tattoo that resided below your bust.

“See this. I belong to him” you state, dropping your shirt to point at Tig. “Understood?”, he half heartedly nods, as you climb out of the ring, the blows clapping at cheering, patting you on the back as you saunter to Tig.

He wraps his arms around you, as you rest your head against his chest inhaling the familiar scent.

“Is it wrong that that really turned me on?” You laugh, slapping his chest, as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

Today is the day! Finally after putting it off for a few days I will finally be releasing the short second chapter of Summer Awakenings. As I said previously if you guys have any suggestions on story, character development or even a story suggestions I’m all ears.

Chapter 2: Girl Next Door

After walking in on Davis talking to Cheryl, Amanda decides to get to know her better. Jonah texts David to meet up and chat about their weird run-in since that summer. Derek, who still is conflicted about lying to his father the day before goes to Amanda’s house for advice. Cheryl introduces herself to Derek who immediately takes a liking to her, decides to tell her his secret and Cheryl voices her opinion about keeping that part of himself hidden from his father, while Amanda tells him to be honest with his father, Cheryl thinks he should put it off until he knows for certain that his father will respect his decision and not try to influence him in order to ‘save’ their father on having a homosexual kid being also the town’s preacher and also sense that it must be hard for Derek being the son of a preacher. After hearing their advice, Derek decides to take Cheryl’s advice for the time being in order to save face with his father, as he fears this revelation will damage their close bond. David & Jonah decides to meet up in the town’s local diner to figure out how they can move past what happen that summer for their friendship’s sake, their solution is to not talk about it or make any .... Back in Amanda’s house, Cheryl asks Amanda if she is interested in any boy in school, to which Derek tells her that her dream guy is David, making her blush. Cheryl says to Amanda to ask him out on a date and show him a different side of herself, to which Amanda finds odd since she wants to be loved for being herself not someone else, but Derek sees Cheryl’s point in all of this, because he says that David will never notice her if she doesn’t put herself on the line. This leaves Amanda thinking whether or not she is willing to change herself for a boy or if she is better being friends with David. Patrick, who is too hiding his sexuality from his family, decides to come clean to his father to which his father doesn’t take too kindly his son’s revelation.

@nanie5

**This is the soundtrack to Summer Awakenings hope you guys like it**

“ Person A drops their wallet at a store or whatever. Person B sees and is too awkward to try to tell Person A so they try sliding it back into Person As back pocket. (Accidental butt touching may occur) “- credit of prompt to http://downwithwritersblock.tumblr.com/  .

         You  might not have seen it if you weren’t already ogling the guy in the cereal aisle but as fate will have it you did see the man’s wallet fall out of his back pocket as he rose from his crouched position holding his box of cereal. You opened your mouth to tell him but he turned the corner with his cart and you lost your nerve. Looking around to see if anyone else saw and would grab it, you hesitated but then scurried over to pick it up.

    It was just your ordinary wallet- worn out black leather wrinkled at the sides and a piece of black duct tape wrapped around the corner. Biting your lip, you took a quick glance to see if anyone witnessed you picking it up, then opened the wallet only to feel sort of shameful of invading this man’s personal stuff and snapped it shut. You tapped it against your hand thinking of how you were going to give it back as you were never really that good with what to do in situations like this especially with a guy who looked like that. You picked up your basket and decided to check if he was at least still in the store. Thinking maybe you could give it to the manager or a cashier to hand it over to him, you changed course to the checkouts.

        You were walking through the fruits and vegetables section of the store when you saw him. His hair was tied back in a messy low bun with a Yankees cap pulled over it. He was in jeans and a zip up that was fitted enough to show off his thick arms leaving little doubt that he worked out.  It was nothing fancy but he still pulled at you with an attraction you’ve never had before. And you only saw the back of him! He was leaning over some apples, reaching for the freshest ones when you saw your opportunity. Without giving it much thought you snuck over behind him, holding his wallet by the edges so you could easily slip it in his back pocket without him noticing. 

       You got this. Please god don’t turn around. You got this. You got this. I’m not an ass kind of women but hot damn- focus! You got this. Channel your non-existent Ninja-like stealth.You continued to repeat this to yourself as you leaned over and slid the edge in when all of a sudden the man reared back faster than you could retreat. In your life’s usual fashion, of course it couldn’t not get worse-no of course not because as he reared back in the process of you trying to slide the wallet back, the wallet bounced out of your hand but your hand continued its journey in the pocket. So to sum up, you did not succeed in returning the wallet but you had ended up cupping his ass (firm and as great as it may be) through his back pocket.

         Your mouth dropped in horror as you both stilled for a second in the shock. Then returned to your senses, you yanked your hand out as fast as you could. The man turned around. You nearly passed out when he did. He was gorgeous. You were right with the guess that he worked out after getting the full look of him. He was broad-shouldered and just...large. He had a five-o-clock shadow which only added to his rugged and casual look. On top of it all he had the most intense blue eyes you’ve ever seen…eyes that were looking right at you with an eyebrow raised in shock and confusion. His sinful looking mouth was open to yell but changed to an amused smirk at your horrified expression.

“Is that how people greet each other now?”

     Flustered at his deep voice that sent a shiver down your spine, you just burst out with, “WALLET!”

     His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. You reached over to swipe the wallet from the floor and handed it to him. “You dropped this when you got your cereal. Fell on the floor and assumed you needed because who doesn’t need their wallet? But you walked away and I was going to give it to the manager but I saw you…” you gestured almost wildly to the fruit in his hand, “with the apples. Good choice with the apples, real health nut are ya? I mean of course you are look at you, I mean huh wow good job! Stop talking now, Y/N. Okaay.” You said that last part to yourself as you were making the situation worse for yourself.

      Thankfully, he looked more amused than angry as he plucked the wallet from your hand. He mouth was wobbling in an attempt not to laugh as he looked at you. “Uh, thank you for returning it. Yes, people do need their wallets and no, I am not a health nut hate to disappoint you. I don’t even like apples really.” He shrugged as he tossed the apples in his cart next to him.

“Why buy them then?” You surprised yourself that you had pulled it together enough to form a normal sentence in response.

“Because apparently when I do, a cute Doll like yourself will come over and grab my ass.” He said cheekily, eyes twinkling with laughter.  

“Oh my god. So sorry again!” You smacked a hand over your face in embarrassment, feeling your cheeks heat like a goddamn furnace.  

“Are you a health nut?”

“I should be but no. I mean does pizza or Chinese food count as healthy?” You pointed your cart with oven pizzas and ingredients for stir-fry you were going to attempt with a recipe you found online. He huffed a laugh, “No, don’t think so.”

“Well, damn. Maybe I should grab a few apples then.” You laughed reaching for one to throw in your cart when his hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you mid-reach. You looked him a little startled and in all honesty a teeny bit turned on when you realized how warm and big his hand was.

“How about instead of torturing ourselves why don’t we grab some pizza from that restaurant a block from here?”

      Not expecting that, you smiled and said without any hesitation, “Sure…uhm..” He neglected to tell you his name. Catching your drift, he said, “Bucky Barnes.” Bucky. You liked it.

“Okay then, Bucky.”

Hey there! 🌟 This is my first time opening an account dedicated to writing. I'm a college student who's passionate about a variety of things, including binge-watching Jujutsu Kaisen, Criminal Minds, and a few other awesome shows. I'm also a huge Kpop enthusiast, with BTS's Jungkook as my favorite member.

I'm excited to start this writing journey, and I'm open to taking requests (especially for Gojo, Spencer Reid, and Jungkook, but feel free to suggest more).