#class Д students

[wrath-of-rotten-meat]

another reference of my OC Anisiya, she’s morfa(original race)

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 i'll say a hundred and fourty times, | various hsr men x gender neutral reader reader

💌 — ; i think about you or something like that ! you remember your first date with your husband like it was yesterday, what exactly did they do to convince you that they were the one?

love mail — these vary in length cus bless my heart i js cant 💔 i picked the characters who are super popular on this account + mutuals faves so if urs isnt on here am sorry (ノ´Д｀)ノ posting this early hi i love u guys!!!! thank you for so much love and a platform to write as a other yr passes 4 me and i turn 17!!! this is actually so long im going BANANAS 🩷 proper post tmr ! (anaxa, mydei, phainon, caelus, dan heng, boothill, sampo, blade, ratio, jing yuan, gallagher, sunday in that order)

what anaxa had done to seal the deal was fairly simple; he asked for a second date. the professor had somewhat of a reputation, many saw him as a cold man, soulless when it comes to romance. but what you didn't know was that anaxa had been thinking about what to wear the night prior, something he saw as 'trivial' and 'not an important thing to consider'. or how your hand lingered a bit too long after he gave you your favorite coffee/tea/drink (his treat), little and seemingly insignificant details were becoming more and more important to him as the day of the date was building up, and he wasn't sure why.

it wasn't until after the long date—you grabbed his hand, told him that everything he arranged was perfect, and smiled at him so sweetly he was sure he'd wake up with a toothache. the gesture was unfamiliar yet not unwelcomed, it was then he realized that he didn't want to let this go, that he wanted this.. for the rest of his life.

and he got it <3 hooray!

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what intrigued you about mydei was his idea of masculinity. it wasn't toxic, you were VERY relieved at that... he was surprisingly a very gentle man despite his intimidating appearance! his first date being at his place was a bit off putting, but he just wanted to bake you a fresh batch of cookies. he's halfway through the process when you suddenly ask; "what's your favorite thing?" it seems you've brought the crown prince of kremnos into a bit of thought, as he thought long and hard of what to answer. "butterflies, i like butterflies. i don't remember if i've ever seen one before i escaped the river of souls. they're beautiful.. delicate, something i'll never really get to be."

the night goes on and you've gotten close enough to lean on his shoulders while you sit on the couch, enjoying a series in silence with a plate of warm cookies on the coffee table. the lack of conversation isn't awkward, rather welcomed, then it was interrupted by what has been probably the sweetest thing ever told to you. "you uh.. remind me of a butterfly. you possess beauty that is.. otherworldly to me, you're someone i've never seen before and i'd be honored if you.. gave me some more time to bask in your existence. let me be gifted with your ethereal charm."

100% spent the night cuddling together, made you laugh at how nervous mydei was to hold you since he didn't wanna mess up 🙏

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before real dates became a thing, phainon's FAAAVORITE excuse to spend one on one time with you was study dates. was there any actual studying going on? yes, but was phainon listening? absolutely not! how could he? not when you're trying your best to tutor him yet he still fails this one specific class (enrolled cause you were in it) despite your teaching.

you didn't mind the fact he kept coming to your door, he was your best friend before your 'student'. but it was getting to a point that if you explain a complicated concept one more time, only to see him staring at you and absolutely not listening you're about to pull his pretty blue hair off.

which you did tell him. hair ripping threat and all, and naturally the nameless hero—who dominates battlefields and comes out victorious, is quick to confess his true motive for these frequent visits to your dorm. he just likes looking at you when you're focused, passionately discussing your favorite topic from your favorite subject and he gets to be a part of that experience for you.

he wants to emphasize; he gets to be a PART of something greater that you're DEEPLY passionate about, and understand you more as a person. (when he should be understanding the class but wtv)

taking you out on a date-but-never-officially-called-that date as an apology, which worked in his favor. it turned out so good that you told him you wanted to go out again, which he was ecstatic about by the way!!! super gratful he almost failed that class if it meant you two got together 🩷

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caelus is a big eater at heart, so of course it felt only right to take you out to a nice dinner, all on him! welt even got him a nice outfit to go along with it, very classy and formal.

and while you two ate, drank, and laughed the night away—caelus was quick to notice that you were getting full. you and him had chosen the same meal (he wanted to try to understand and adjust to your food palette in case of a second date), but you felt bad that you couldn't finish it with so much still on the plate.

the trailblazer, who had already bulldozed almost the entire meal, laughs at your frown. only to switch the meals around, where there was only a little left and he had the bigger portion. "don't want anything to go to waste, y'know?" he flashed that charming smile at you, and it made you chuckle. not for such a sweet gesture, which you really did appreciate, but he had a piece of leaf stuck in between his teeth. it gave off the whole charm he had, effortlessly kind and unintentionally funny. you liked that.. liked that a lot, actually. (enough to spend the rest of ur lives tgt <3)

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for a portion of your childhood life, you found it hard to be heard. your voice was never loud enough to stand out from a crowd, and you felt ignored. that you weren't good enough to be listened to.

so going on a date was extremely nerve-wracking. you decided to make sure to never try to assert yourself too much in a conversation, just let them take the lead and not try to disturb with your 'uninteresting' input.

halfway through the date, holding hands and talking about your favorite place to visit-you are very quick to realize that you've taken up most of the conversation. and it isn't in a bad way either, since dan heng was adding his own little comments.. adding his ideas in the conversation. but he hasn't.. stopped you. he let you speak comfortably, let you be heard. "sorry, did i give you a weird look? i didn't mean to.. i just.. i really like listening to you. please don't ever stop talking."

your now husband loves to tell the people that said his quietness would never get him someone.. that he has a ring now and a very lovely spouse that has a matching one !

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boothill doesn't usually have time for dates, always moving on the road and hopping around penacony. but when robin set him up with a good friend of hers, he didn't want to decline. the cowboy was quick to realize you were really cute and interesting, so he didn't mind taking a day off... until it wasn't a day off.. and had to handle a quick bounty a couple of hours before your date.

"don'tgetdistractedandthinkofthemdon'tgetdistractedandthinkofthemdon'tgetdistractedandthinkofthem" is what he repeats to himself before he gets distracted, imagines how you smiled at him yesterday and expressed how excited you were about the date.

got his shit rocked :-( but he still trudged his malfunctioning arm and scarred face to your place. "sorry." he strained a smile as he falls into your arms, grunting. "didn't mean to make ya wait. darlin'.. would never try to leave ya alone on such a pretty night."

his selflessness made your heart soften. he was so uncaring for his wounds, and he was even muttering that he was sorry for getting so much of his bleeding oil on your clothes. the date didn't end up pulling through, at least not properly. since you brought him in to care for him, and honestly just ended up to you flirting all night.

you're more than happy to have a real date when he's all fixed up.

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sampo had finally gotten one upped. HE got scammed by YOU in an exchange of information. it wasn't even anything out of harsh feelings, you had always been his informant, giving him what he needs for a good pay and go. but tonight, you decided to mess with him a bit. after receiving the money you charged to find whatever he needed on some random, you never sent it. left him waiting at his laptop and blinking at his camera, knowing damn well you were watching.

this became a normal thing, the back and fourth 'scams'. and soon your time together became less for a transaction, more just wanting to spend time with each other. which you told him from the very first day that you couldn't care less about anything as long as he had money (you didn't know his name till 3 months of working together).

so one night, expecting the usual "oops! sent it to the wrong number!" or "hehe, maybe i forgot a few zeroes and sent you like 5 coins!" you get an actual message.

"what a coincidence, i'm paying in full but it all went towards a restaurant near your place with the best table for two and your favorite food. it would really be a shame to let it go to waste.."

you agreed. and this went on long enough where one day his payment became a ring and a promise to love you forevermore.

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two stellaron hunters slowly growing to be interested in each other is a rather entertaining sight. kafka was quick to catch on, the lingering glances and subtle touches of affection that would slip the average persons gaze. what was unexpected-was blade's initiation of these gestures. how he'd have a protective stance over you during battle, despite your capabilities likely being on par with his. how he allows his hand to be taken into yours, treating his calloused hands gently after a long day of fighting with his sword, or even just the way he looks at you. it's soft, warm, with a hint of tenderness and admiration. despite his nonchalant face.

this becomes more obvious when he finally asks you out, and he's genuinely caring the whole time. he's interested in your discussions about life, entertains him when he asks you for any other details, and you don't make him feel alone. that's the most important thing. and he makes it clear how much he appreciates you with how he tucks your hair behind your ear, murmuring if he could have the blessing to kiss you. it isn't on the lips-he's not pushing his luck.. but just the cheek. it was something small, but for him? an absolutely huge step.

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the date with the ever so well known dr. veritas ratio had gone well enough that you agreed to go home with him. he was quick to clarify that this wasn't to sleep with him, he wasn't that kind of man to push something so early on in what he described to be: "a relationship that may be something greater than i could ever imagine" but instead to take care of you. it seemed as if you were exhausted from the travel during the date, and a nice bath would usually help.

nice bath was an understatement, the guy had scented candles, soft music, the right ratio from bubbles to water, snacks for you to enjoy and had a whole selection of books to choose from.

your fate was sealed the moment you walked into his bathroom because a man who can care for himself and still have the room to care for others is FOR SURE a keeper. even invited him to stay in the bath w u but he wanted to be respectful 🙏 (caved eventually)

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jing yuan was the whole reason you got back into dating. after your first relationship fell apart, you found it hard to want to start things from scratch, learning favorite colors and life dreams all over again. but jing yuan swayed you, something that wasn't easy but he always makes sure to tell you he doesn't regret.

he was introduced to you through yanqing, your former apprentice before he was taken in by the cloud knights. he found out you and jing yuan were around the same age, so the blondie tested out his luck playing cupid <3 so even if it wasn't an immediate yes to his shenanigans, jing yuan started slowly. he could see you had walls and he wanted them to go down upon your own hearts decision, rather than bulldoze through them.

that care never went away. not even years later when he tears up at how far he's come, watching you walk down that aisle and knowing you're his forever.

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gallagher's wasn't even a first date. but you were on one, or supposed to be. till you got stood up and wanted to drink your worries away.

you've been in the bar from the very first hour it opened till now.. aka 3am. and the bartender himself was growing a little drowsy. but you were going strong, probably your 8th bottle of the night, which was starting to be a concern.

one of many, really. for one, gallagher was wondering who could ditch such a person. you clearly fixed yourself up nicely, your outfit was gorgeous and you were so friendly to him up until you realized you were stood up, and the pretty face that made his bar a little brighter went quiet. he couldn't have that.

by the time his shift ended, he slid a drink to you with a napkin. "take care of yourself, alright? come by tomorrow night, and you'll get yourself a real man to go on a date with."

he leaves and the napkin (cliche enough) has his number and name. "gallagher." you say to yourself, making a note in your drunken state to return same time tomorrow.

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sunday totally took you out with vip seats to robins concert. did he have to do a LIIIITTLE bit of pursuading to have robin hand over these tickets? no.. but she did tease him for finally catching a date after all this time! and as much as he is a big admirer for his sisters work, the whole concert he couldn't take his eyes off of you. how you effortlessly glowed in a sea of people, how your passion for something as simple as music could rival his dream for eternal rest to penacony. he has dreamed of you, he's sure of it. someone so carefree and kind, a soul opposite to his, yet perfectly fills the other half of his empty heart.

he wrote poetry about you, robin found it, turned it into a song and had to awkwardly explain why robin's song that she specifically clarified to be written about someone he liked included descriptions of your physical appearance and hints of your personality.

found it very sweet, and insisted your next date should be something more personal so you can learn more about him the way he's learned so much about you without even needing to talk to you to do so. (was just happy to go on a second date)

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[nozeferatu]

The Nerd I Dis(Like) has a Huge C**k?!

(tags. AMAB top, nerd, kinda yandere-ie m! oc x AMAB bttm, popular, tsundere-ish reader. mentions of bullying, pregnancy. slight violence. jealous m! oc. rough s*x. no l*be we take dih like men /j. creampie. breeding. bj (character recieving). m! oc loves stalking u. dacryphilia. onesided enemies -> kinda lovers?? characters are in highschool but are of age.)

(note. holyshit first post i hope yall like it iam so sorry for the errors)

(name) smiled brightly as he talked to his peers, excitedly talking about various topics. this was the usual for (name), one of the most popular boys in school. known for his bright smile, cute face, athletic abilities, kindness and intelligence...he's practically the perfect boyfriend! that's why a lot of girls tend to gravitate towards him.

and...one guy to constantly stare at him. (name) felt an irk mark appear on his cheek as he forced a smile, trying to focus on talking to his peers and admirers but god. fkn. damn.

WHEN WILL THAT NERD HIROSHI STOP STARIN' AT 'IM?!

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(name) sighed softly for the umpteenth time today as he sat on a bench after gym class, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a fluffy white towel as he fixed his hair, looking at himself through the dirty classroom window. (name) always tried his best to look perfect and cute as much as possible, he can't help but admit that...

he blushed to himself as he remembered his male peers patting his head, he felt a throb in his pants. he was a slut for attention!! especially when it came from a hot guy with huge muscles and...maybe a huge cock!!! (name) wiped the drool from his lips. oh...but when will that day come?

sure...he appreciates the attention he gets from the girls but...he seriously can't think of them in that light, ever. he tried to once when a girl liked him, but she ended up being more like an elder sister to him after she realized how (name) stared at boys.

"i guess we're both boy-crazy? then, always be your best self, (name)-kun! boys will notice that! (o≧▽≦)ﾉ" yumi-chan said with a happy expression on her face as she pushed (name) to a boy, but he quickly ran back to her, anxious and shy as she chuckled and patted his head.

grr...just thinking about that nerd's name makes (name) angry!! (`へ´*)ノ ever since they were kids, that creep just stared at him!

(name) sighed at the memory. "yumi-chan...i'm always perfect so...why doesn't a boy notice me?!" he sulked out as he hugged his knees on the bench. he pouted to himself as he suddenly remembered...well...there is...one boy that noticed him. a lot. hiroshi yūta.

first day of elementary, stare (*_*).

sports day, stare (*_*).

graduation day, stare (*_*).

middle school bake fest, stare (*_*).

first day of high school, stare (*_*).

the day of (name)'s 18th birthday, stare (*_*).

WHILE GETTING BULLIED BY THE MEAN KIDS, STARE (*_*).

stare. stare. stare. starestarestare—

even now...(name) sweatdropped to himself as he furrowed his brows. hiroshi...was still staring at him from behind a wall. the (color) haired boy's eye twitched. he loved attention. except from this guy!! he never even approaches (name)!! all he does is stare at him!!! he's just a big nerd...

(name) huffed to himself as he stood up and walked back to the field, waving at his male peers with a small blush on his face as they pat his head. ah. heaven...*｡･+(人*´∀`)+･｡*

hiroshi approached the bench, grabbing the towel (name) had used and putting it near his nose, sniffing it softly. "...don't worry, (name)-chan...i'll give you all the attention you need..." he muttered, drooling slightly at (name)'s scent.

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the sun was setting, and almost all of the students were gone. (name), kazuya isagi, and hiroshi yūta were in cleaning duty. (name) hummed to himself as he finished cleaning the hallway, whilst kazuya-kun was at the other end of the hallway and stupid big nerd, hiroshi was in the classroom.

"wait up, (name)." kazuya called out to the shorter boy. (name) turned to look at kazuya-kun, secretly admiring the handsomeness of his male classmate, he shoved his fantasies to the back of his mind as he smiled brightly up at the blonde.

"yes, kazuya-kun?" he asked out softly as kazuya gently grasped his hand that was holding the broom. the taller male then leaned down and pressed a kiss near (name)'s lips. (name)'s grip on the broom weakened, making it clatter on the ground as he flushed up at the contact.

he then stuttered as kazuya pulled away with a blush of his own whilst grinning. "i've been wanting to do that for a while, ha~" kazuya admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "...i like you, (name)." the blonde said in a deep tone.

(name)'s heart thumped in his chest. 'yumi-chan!! it's happening!!! a boy noticed me!!!! thisisthehappiestdayofmylifeican'tbelieveiti'msoreadytogetmybuttfucked!!!!!' (name)'s thoughts ran through 345 miles per hour as he blinked and smiled back at kazuya.

"i like yo—" "(n-name)-chan?" suddenly, hiroshi called out as he stood by the doorway of the classroom. (name) could feel his fantasies shatter in an instant. this. fucking. cockblocker!!! he forced a bright smile on his face as he tilted his head with a crack.

"yes.......?" (name) seethed out as his eye twitched. hiroshi smiled to himself slightly, moving his thick glasses up his nose. "i-it's your turn to clean the board, professor said..." hiroshi lied. "...f-fine! sorry, kazuya-kun...let's talk another time, okay?" (name) said softly as he turned back to kazuya.

the blonde nodded in understanding as he watched (name) walk into the classroom, snatching the board eraser from hiroshi's hand whilst huffing softly. he smiled softly at (name)'s cuteness but he then saw...hiroshi...grinning at him.

hiroshi then approached kazuya, suddenly shoving the male to the ground as he raised his fist and punched the wooden floor next to kazuya's head. he moved his glasses up his nose, kazuya glanced at the deep dent and cracks that hiroshi left on the hardwood floor.

"you got lucky this time...i have bad aim." hiroshi chuckled out as he crouched down to kazuya's terrified face. "man...i think you get the message right? stay away from my (name)-chan." "y-you're sick!! (n-name) wouldn't like whatever you're fucking doing!!" kazuya yelped out as hiroshi grinned.

"you better run before i beat the shit out of you, plus you're taking up my time..." hiroshi sighed as he stood up and adjusted his glasses up his nose.

kazuya stood up and walked backwards, terrified shitless. "t-to do what??"

"...my (name)-chan needs attention." he said with a loving, dark look in his eyes as he walked into the classroom, locking the door as kazuya's running footsteps faded into the background.

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(name) grumbled and scowled to himself as he wiped the board clean, aggression clear in his actions as he pouted. suddenly he felt familiar but very much unwelcomed eyes stare at the back of his head. he then turned around and threw the eraser down on the ground in frustration.

"why the hell do you keep staring at me?! like seriously, do you have no life or something?! it's already horrible that you've been staring at me for more than half of our lives, but now you just ruined my chance of getting with a hot guy!!" (name) rambled out as he huffed and pouted.

he didn't notice that hiroshi had been approaching him and leaned up near his face. (name) snapped his eyes open. "do you still have nothing to say— s-so close!!" he squeaked out as hiroshi's plain black eyes bore deeply into his (color) ones.

"...i'm sorry." hiroshi muttered out as he took off his thick glasses, his bangs falling over his eyes. you furrowed your brows, "what?? about staring at me like a creep?! about ruining my love life forever?!" (name) sulked out as hiroshi slicked back his bangs, revealing his full handsome face.

"i mean for this." he said quietly as he roughly prsssed his lips against (name)'s, his tongue shoved down (name)'s mouth as the boy couldn't even fight for dominance. "m-mmh!~"

hiroshi pressed him against the wall and groped his chest through his shirt, gently squeezing his sensitive nipples, a part of (name) he observed through his years of watching him.

(name) let out a strained but lewd moan from his throat, his eyes teared up as he wasn't really upset that hiroshi was kissing him so roughly...but because...he kinda liked it!!! ew!!!!!

(name)'s eyes then widened as hiroshi pulled away and he got a better view of the...nerd? his face flushed up even more. "h-hot...!!" he gasped out as hiroshi chuckled deeply, kissing (name)'s siightly swollen lips. "thank you...(name)-chan."

"...i must apologize once more. i must take you for myself now before i kill all the boys that like you." "w-what are you—?!" (name) paused as hiroshi took off his uniform top, showing off his shockingly well built, muscular and toned build.

(name)'s eyes shined in shock and desire as he fawned over hiroshi's buff body. was this nerd...secretly his type this whole time?! he never thought this day would come true!!

hiroshi then ripped off (name)'s clothes, making the boy squeak and smack hiroshi's hard chest. "s-so hard!! i-i mean— what are you doing, p-pervert?!" he stammered out as the well built man paused and smiled softly, gently caressing (name)'s face with that stupidly handsome smile on his stupid, nerdy, handsome face!!

"i...i'm sorry. i just can't control myself anymore...i've loved you for almost 10 years straight...ever since the day i saw you...all i could do was stare and bask in your presence. you are like the sun in my eyes...it hurts, but i just can't stop staring. and now...i must take you as my own. to envelop you in my darkness. i'm sorry, (name). that i love you."

hiroshi confessed out in a barely held back tone as he restrained himself from claiming the (color) haired boy then and there. (name) was very, very flustered. he slowly covered his face as he blushed and squealed to himself.

w-why was that so cute?! and why was his heart thumping so hard, harder than it ever has before?! he really...dislikes this nerd!! he then peeked downwards and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. holy. shit.

that...thing, tenting in hiroshi's pants...that...is not...gonna fit him. that thing is gonna kill him!! but holyshit...hiroshi was literally the guy he's always wanted this whole time, and yet it's only now that hiroshi made a move, just right before summer break where they have to go to college?! what...what an...

"y-you're such an idiot!" (name) stuttered out with furrowed brows as he grasped hiroshi's bulge, making hiroshi groan and look at (name) in surprise. "y-you could've been my boyfriend a long time ago if y-you'd just told me! s-so now...don't be an i-idiot and tell me what y-you want, okay?!" he stammered out in a false irritated tone as he dropped down to his knees and gulped.

okay. any closer and this thing is gonna poke his eye. (name) inhaled sharply and unzipped hiroshi's pants and pulled out his large, 10 inch, thick and musky cock, it slapped on his flushed cheek, making him blush. '...this is gonna kill me.' yup, (name). aged 18. he is going to die today.

"i-i'm gonna suck your cock, b-because you obviously just can't walk around w-with a boner r-right?" (name) said with a slightly shy look on his face as he licked the tip of hiroshi's cock experimentally.

suddenly, hiroshi shoved his cock in between (name)'s lips, all 10-inches hitting the back of the boy's throat as he gagged slightly and sucked instinctively. "mmgh~ ngh! hmmph~" he whined out with hiroshi's cock in his mouth, plugging up his mouth.

hiroshi then startes thrusting his hips into (name)'s mouth, his cock leaking precum as he pulled on his hair roughly. "f-fuck...you're so cute, my (name)...your pretty little mouth always knows what to say to make me so. fucking. insane."

he thrusted harder at each period as tears welled up in (name)'s eyes as he abused his warm throat and mouth, but (name), being such a good fucking boy, the boy of his dreams—happily gulped down his pre and even sucked harder as his own cock tented in his pants.

hiroshi shuddered as he felt his orgasm building up, saliva and pre dripping on the ground as he quickened his pace and used (name)'s cute face like the onahole he bought at home that he always imagined was him. he looked down and couldn't believe he was just using (name) like a toy, he fantasized about this day for a really long fucking time...and now...it's finally happening.

and for sure as hell, he ain't letting go.

the muscular man's abs contracted, his cum shooting ropes down (name)'s throat, filling up the cute boy's mouth with his thick, hot cum. "you really are a fucking dream, my (name)-chan...who knew that a virgin like you was so good at suckin' dick..." hiroshi panted out with a grin on his handsome face as he caressed (name)'s face.

(name) felt his heart skip a beat at hiroshi's facial expression, his own cock leaking in his pants as he slowly swallowed hiroshi's load, feeling the man's baby batter slide down his throat. he blushed as he wiped his mouth, trying to compose himself as his heart thumped.

"h-how did you know i'm a virgin?! i-i'm not—" "i stared at you like 25/7 baby, of course i know you're still a virgin. girls always surround you, making everyone think that you're a ladies man but...it's easy to see that you're just a slut for men, aren't ya?" hiroshi teased out as (name) stood up and pouted.

"i-i...well..." "well what? it's true, (name). but...i can't say that i like that part of you...because it makes them attracted to you. it always makes my blood fuckin' boil when i see other men noticing you, touching you...confessing to you...i wanna make ya mine when i see that..."

hiroshi panted out in his deep voice as he stepped forward, pinning the cute boy on a nearby desk as he smiled slyly. "wanna be mine?" he asked with his pitch black eyes curving, huh....who knew hiroshi had a beauty mark under his eye.

(name)'s heart thumped as he stayed silent, he felt his own ass pulsating, like it was saying— do it! let him do you! — he would gladly let him but...why was his heart thumping so bad...and why was he noticing every detail about hiroshi...and...why was he seeing hiroshi's staring...as a good thing?

in fact, for the first time...(name) stared back at hiroshi. dumbfounded and speechless as the taller man chuckled breathily. "i've always wanted you to stare back at me..." he chuckled out, a blush appearing on his face as he covered his mouth.

bang!

cupid just shot a fucking gun through (name)'s heart...because, he's genuinely falling for hiroshi. the nerd he...hmm. the muscular man took a step back as he realized how long (name)'s silence was. he forced a smile on his face as he gulped, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"...well. you don't have to. 'm not gonna force you—" "i-idiot...!" (name) sputtered out as he blushed heavily, he then grabbed hiroshi's still hard cock in his hand and shyly placed hiroshi's larger hand on the tent of his pants, he let out a lewd moan...fuck, he was way more sensitive than he thought he was.

but that isn't going to affect what he was going to say! well...he now suddenly felt shy, he closed his eyes and let out an exhale as he stroked hiroshi's cock in his hands, feeling it twitch and leak.

"...this is your fault...i want you to take me now...s-so just do it...! if i go silent or something...i-it's because my mind and heart are racing like crazy! s-so go for it..." (name) opened his eyes to see hiroshi crying softly. he then quickly retracted his hands from hiroshi's penis and wiped his tears.

"e-eh?? i-i'm sorry, did i say something wrong?" (name) asked as he frantically squirmed around and wiped hiroshi's tears, the latter chuckled and grasped his wrists. "...you just...really know what to say..." hiroshi said softly as he looked at (name) with fondness.

that's right, hiroshi yūta...who always stared at him with fondness. who always watched his every move. who notices him. maybe he's the idiot because...the person he's always dreamed of, was just looking at him this whole time.

"i like you too, hiroshi." (name) said softly as he teared up as well, he smacked hiroshi's toned chest. "...idiot." he whispered out as hiroshi chuckled, then it turned into a joyful laugh as he hugged the smaller boy in his muscular arms tightly. (name) smiled too but he covered his mouth, he patted hiroshi's back gently.

"...fuck. i can't hold back now...(name). i'm claiming you as mine." hiroshi then lifted up (name) by his waist and placed him on the teacher's desk, he then ripped (name)'s pants off. the cute boy sputtered, "h-hey! stop ripping all my clothes!"

the nerdy boy merely smiled as he rubbed his long and thick cock on the warm, slightly leaking, virgin hole of his dream boy. he then grasped the latter's smaller cock in his large hand and stroked it slowly, making (name) squirm and moan lewdly, his back arching.

suddenly he felt something entering his untouched hole, he squeaked as hiroshi was proddinh his tip into his tight entrance. "h-hiroshi wait—!! (;゜゜) t-that thing is going to kill me!! i-it's too big..." "you'll be fine, m' love..." hiroshi chuckled out as he slowly entered his tip into (name)'s hole, making (name) groan in pain.

"shit...loosen up a bit, honey...you're squeezing on me..." "h-haah~ oh! h-hiroshi! 'm g-gonna die...~" (name) moaned out in pain and pleasure as 1/4th of hiroshi's cock entered his tight, virgin hole, his own cock twitched uncontrollably in hiroshi's hand.

tears welled up in (name)'s eyes as he felt his mind was melting, his tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. hiroshi's gaze moved to (name)'s crying face and...he felt himself get bigger. the (color) haired boy yelped in shock Σ(; ﾟДﾟ)

he sniffled, "h-how did you get even bigger?!(o･｀Д´･o)!! a-ahn!~" "s-sorry...it's just...when i saw you cryin'...it was really fuckin' hot....(´_ゝ`)" hiroshi stuttered out as he tried to rub off the blush on his face, he wiped (name)'s tears with his palm.

"g-gh...~ i-i can't wait anymore either, h-hiroshi...! a-ah!!~" (name) moaned out in frustration as he shoved himself down on hiroshi's whole cock, hitting all of his good spots, his own cock squirted out cum on hiroshi's hand.

the top let out a sharp breath and low moan as he looked down at his (name) in shock. what a good boy for taking his whole cock...! he started thrusting, slowly getting faster every thrust as he couldn't hold back anymore.

(name)'s moans and mewls and hiroshi's groans and low moans mixed together as hiroshi fucked the shit out of him like an animal. hiroshi panted animalistically as he fucked (name) like two bunnies in heat.

the smaller boy gripped onto hiroshi as he felt the latter's cock repeatedly slam into him like a fucking train, his mind was melting...oh god...why did it seem like hiroshi's dick was getting bigger and bigger..

he hiccuped, smiling shakily as he drooled at the sensation of being filled up and used like an onahole. "m-mmh~ ngh~ h-haah~ hiroshi...~ 'm gonna die...'m so h-happy~ ooh!~" (name) babbled out incoherently as he came one more time, squeezing down on hiroshi's cock.

hiroshi looked down at (name)'s fucked out face, full of bliss as he pressed a gentle kiss to (name)'s lips, contrasting his harsh thrusting. he felt his own high build up as his cock twitched in (name)'s warm hole. "good f'me...so good...g-gonna get you pregnant, hm?" hiroshi groaned out as (name)'s hole clenched down on hiroshi's cock.

the nerdy man's load shot out of his cock, fully filling up deep in (name)'s hole and some even dripping out. (name) drooled as hiroshi kissed him. "i love you, (name)..."

"...s-shut up..." (ーー;ヽ(*´＾｀)ﾉ "l-love you too...shut up now!!"

well...he loves the nerd now too. a lot.

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(a/n. holy crap im so sorry 5his is so bad (ToT) thanks for reading guys ( ´-｀)

[kquil]

How about the marauders meeting their match in reader from Slytherin and falling for her, but reader is oblivious?

Btw i love your writing, you're literally my favorite writer

PERFECT MATCH

I tried! it's not my best work but i hope you like it anyhow, darling

i also hope i interpreted this request correctly (┳Д┳)

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You go barrelling into James’s chest with a yelp and take a moment to recover, “oops! Sorry about that!” you grin up at the Gryffindor chaser as he and his three other friends stare down at you in bewilderment. Most Slytherins would scoff or pull a disgusted face at the sight of a Gryffindor so your apparent and undisturbed rapture was bewildering. 

“GET BACK HERE YOU DAFT COW!” It was then that they finally saw the merriment be wiped from your face and get replaced by slight terror. 

“gottarunbye!” you push away from James’s chest and speed away as the marauders stare at you, still bewildered at what they just witnessed. Not long after you made your prompt exit did a group of Slytherins go run past them with warts all over their faces. 

“Wow…” Sirius whistles lowly, impressed by your handiwork, “Rosier, Macmillan, Lestrange, Malfoy and Nott too,”

“To her own house as well,” James voices in shock. 

“Somehow, I hope she gets away with it,” Remus tucks his hands into his pockets as he smirks at his friends. 

“Me too,” Peter pipes in, “I was partners with her in Potions once, she was civil, friendly even but still guarded,” the boys listened to his observations closely, even leaning in to do so, “I thought she was just shy but…”

“Interesting…” Remus hums to himself, speaking what was on everyone’s minds.  

The next time they see you is during charms. The room was circular and the podium for the teacher to explain spells and communicate openly with the students was in the centre, while the students were seated all around and at different levels, much like a circular theatre. From their side of the room, James, Sirius and Remus watch as you snicker to yourself, using the ‘wingardum leviosa’ charm to sneakily move the quill of the Slytherin in front and below you from their right side to their left, then back again when they found it but didn’t have use for it at that moment. 

Sirius giggles along with you when you make eye contact across the room. You wink at him and mouth a ‘watch this’. He focuses his gaze on the scene and has to hold back a devious cackle when you momentarily transfigure the quill into a spider just as the Slytherin student went to reach for his ‘quill’. This pulls a piercing, girlish scream out of your victim but when the professor swiftly turns to see what was wrong, you had already turned the spider back into a quill again. Promptly, Slytherin was deducted house points for causing a disruption in class — a small price to pay. 

“She’s my new idol,” Sirius sighs with his chin propped up on his palm, a dreamy look in his eyes, “forget her being a Slytherin,”

You meet eyes with Sirius once more, who silently claps for you as you pretend to tip a hat at him. Looking down you see James with his jaw slacked and mouth open at you in awe. He couldn’t believe how brilliant you were and his mind was racing with thoughts of whether he should try to compete against you or celebrate your small but remarkable victory. So caught up in his admiration of you, James overlooked the elegant swish of your wand and almost screamed in fear when he felt something ticking his chin. Abruptly pulling away with force, he watches as his feathered quill slowly floats down to his desk, beside his parchment. 

“She tickled me…” James awes, “with my quill…” 

“She’s a pretty little minx, is what she is,” Sirius comments with a chuckle, unable to take his eyes off your sweet face and pouty lips. Beside his two friends, Remus stares at you with a captivated gaze and can’t seem to keep his eyes away for too long when they have to return to taking notes for class. You became a prominent distraction for Remus, leaving Peter to seek help from the student seated on his other side, who wasn’t much good either. 

After some moments, Remus looks up at you only to make brief eye contact with him, which he embarrassingly, swiftly pulls away from. He looks at you several more times, still avoiding your gaze, until he catches you folding up a small piece of paper. He proceeds to stare in fascination as you create an origami bird that you gently breathe life into, sending it across the classroom to him, flapping its delicate wings for flight. The dainty bird lands gracefully on his parchment, where it falls lifelessly. Meeting your eyes again, you subtly signal him to unfold it and read the message written inside while Sirius and James lean over to have a read for themselves. 

‘Who’s more ticklish between you and Sirius?’

The question makes Remus look up and stare at you with a raised brow. However, the sight of your impish smirk as you twirl your wand between your fingers makes his heart hammer in his chest frantically. The brunette turns to James who was holding in his laughter and trying to hide his grin behind a closed fist. 

“Looks like you two are next,” the Gryffindor chaser chuckles under his breath as Sirius and Remus share a look before gulping apprehensively. They look at you with tense shoulders, nervous eyes and butterflies in their stomachs. 

[saguruhakuba]

Official Saguru Hakuba Perfume

(Thank you @foonyeet for bringing this to my attention ^o^ )

The Perfume is described as ”In the image of Hakuba Tan, a high school student detective in Class B of the 2nd year of Ekoda High School, the clean scent of citrus and aldehyde that makes you feel the intelligence of a detective spreads, and the soft impression of flowers spreads, and the last one is calm sandalwood, musk and amber I finished it with an elegant scent“ (google translation)

Its also advertised with Kaito Kids Perfume

Sadly, idk how to buy it because i don’t live in Japan hahah. If someone knows, please let me know ( ´Д`)y━･~~

Here is the link:

[ciwzing]

༉ 𝗚𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗽 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀

🎀 incld: satoru, sukuna, choso, & geto

🎀 gn! reader

🎀 ‟there's no better quality time than gossiping with your boyfriend ”

𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂

biggest gossiper

literally has a time of your guys day specifically for where you guys just sit on your guys bed cozy, wrapped in each other's arms to talk shit or spill some tea about other people.

has a code name on everyone he and you guys don't like

“ain't that dora over there”

“yeah that's them, that wack ass haircut really stands out from the crowd"

will always make an eye contact with you whenever you guys hear or see something ridiculous, trying to hide his snickers with a cough

“baby, did i see that correctly”

“definitely, saw that shit clear as day”

AND you know you're gonna hear about it once you guys are home.

if he ever enter your home with a loud thud and a call of your name always followed with a giddy giggle YK THAT HE BOUTTA SPIT SOME SHIT🤭

“Baby!! you never guessed what just happened!”

ALWAYS gives you the best reaction to your gossip, never failing to let out the most exaggerated gasp ever

prob has those senses if you have gossip to spill, if Spiderman has spider sense, he has a bitch’s sense and it never fails him.

𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗼

didn't really grasp how gossiping works the first time tbh ╥﹏╥

“didn't we hate this person? why did you just talk to them then?”

baby it's called playing nice

type of bf that if you hate someone, he gotta be their hater too

GIVES THE MOST FUNNIEST YET CUTEST REACTION EVER

“Baby guess what, remember the girl that I told you about yesterday that's been soft launching her man?”

“Yeah?”

“Her man is actually her COUSIN!”

“∑(; °Д°)”

every time you keep dropping bomb after bomb his expression just became more concerning

“oh my god, baby are they okay? (;° ロ°)”

“its fine, we hate this person”

“oh, fuck them then”

“yeah fuck them!”

(｀∀´) (⋋‿⋌ )

learns some of the most juiciest gossips BUT ALWAYS FAILS TO ASK FOR DETAILS

“That one clingy couple in our class just broke up suddenly, and they look they hated each other's guts”

“WHAT, WHY?!”

“I don't know I never asked”

𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻

you don't how he does it, but whenever you have some anger or tea to spill, he's ready every fucking time.

“who we gonna hate today, pretty?”

LOVES gossiping, not because he cares about other people, but because he loves talking shit about them

has the most creative insults tbh

you sometimes have to pause to take in what he had just said

doesn't remember all the ppl you shit talk about, you have to remind him with the stupid names he calls them

“Remember the guy that I told you about last week?”

“Baby, you have to be more specific about that”

“Omfg, the one you compared with megamind!”

“oh that motherfucker, yeah i remember him, all that forehead and can't think for shit, that's crazy”

probably the type of person that purposely points at the person you just talked about to tease you.

𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂

a secret gossiper tbh

ALWAYS has something interesting going on with his gossips, you could never guess just what shit he's about to say next

drops the most gasping bombshell like it's your random Tuesday

“oh yeah, one of our professors just got fired since he allegedly had an affair with one of his students”

the type of person that's quiet but he knows all of the shits about so many people, like How'd you get this information sir? (°△°|||)

ppl trust him too much that they spill so many things in front of this man, but they don't know you're the first person he goes running back to talk about it.

“they said I can't tell this to anyone…but you know that girl-”

gives the biggest stank eye when the person y'all hate walks past him AND HE AIN'T TRYNNA HIDE IT

Can and will shit talk about the person right in front their fcking face.

"Heard you talking shit about me?"

"Want me to tell you again? you might missed some details"

likes and reblogs are appreciated<33

[alliceolivia]

7 Minutes in Heaven ✿ - Lee Minho | Lee Know x reader

requested by @skz-crumbs

Sorry it took so long babe (/´Д｀)/ I have no excuse i'm just lazy...

Anyway, I hope you like it <3

word count: 1620

(how many hidden stray kids song titles can you find? ;) )

masterlist

You waited outside the classroom door for the teacher to call you in. To say you were nervous would be an understatement: a whole new school, new class, and new teachers. You didn’t know anyone here… How would you survive?

You took a deep breath, listening to the teacher's words, waiting for your cue to come into the class.

When you heard the teacher call you, you stepped into the classroom and introduced yourself quickly. The teacher told you to pick an empty desk, but it wasn’t much of a choice as there was only one vacant seat.

You ended up sitting beside a guy at the back. He was reading a manga under his desk. Cute.

(You wondered what he was reading. It looked like ‘Haikyuu’, and you felt the fangirl in you wake up. Maybe that could be an icebreaker?)

—

Lee Minho didn’t pay attention to the teacher's speech about how there was a new student joining today. He was too absorbed in his manga. But that was until you stepped into the room. He looked up as he heard the door open, and Minho felt his heart drop to his stomach. He had never seen a more beautiful creature.

He felt himself staring when you started to walk towards him and forced his eyes back down to his manga. You sat down beside him. He should talk to you, right? This was the perfect opportunity to start a conversation… but he didn’t know how to talk to girls. Fuck. What to say? What to say?

Minho used the rest of class trying to find out how to start the conversation with you, and when he’d figured out the perfect opening line and hyped himself up enough to look at you… It was too late. As lunch began, you were swarmed by the rest of the class. You were new. Making you automatically popular. Minho huffed and walked over to Han Jisung, his best friend, and started to eat his lunch.

—

But as lunch came, you got swarmed with people. Everyone wanted you to sit with them, and be their friend, and share their food. You had not anticipated this. What was happening?

You ended up sitting in the middle of a big circle in the middle of the classroom. Not really, but it was what it felt like. You nodded and smiled as people talked over themselves. You didn’t catch a single name.

You craned your neck to look through the sea of people, trying to find your deskmate. You wanted to talk to him. See what he was reading. Catch his name. You saw him sitting by the window, chatting with a friend.

“You’re gonna come, right?” A voice snapped you out of it.

“Huh?” You ask

“To my party tonight. It’s going to be so much fun! Oh, you have to come!” She begged

“O-oh, um.. sure,” You smiled

Everyone around you cheered. This felt weird.

—

Minho was staring at you while he ate, he didn’t pay attention to what Jisung was saying.

“Hey!” Jisung snapped in front of his face, “Stop looking at the new girl and listen to me,” ”Nah,” Minho answered lazily

“Come to Sana’s party with us. Chan got invited, and he can sneak us in,” Jisung said, “We can become relevant.”

“Nah..” Minho muttered, taking a bite of his sandwich. He looked at you again, you looked a bit uncomfortable. “I don’t care about being relevant,”

Jisung groaned in annoyance and let his head fall to the desk. “C’mon, man!”

“Be for real. We’re just going to end up standing in a corner anyway,” Minho sighs and looks back at you. “Why bother going?”

With his head still resting on the table, Jisung turns and looks up at Minho. He follows his gaze, landing on you. Jisung immediately understands.

“She’s probably going to be there,” He coos

“W-what?” Minho stutters back, feeling his ears go red

“The new girl. You think she’s pretty right?” Jisung smiles teasingly at Minho, “She’s probably going to be there.”

“N-no, I-”

“You could talk to her,”

“Don’t be stupid-”

“Come oooooon” Jisung whines and begs

Minho sits there and grumbles for a while. He knows Jisung won’t quit until he’s got his way.

“…fine“ Minho groans in defeat, “But only for an hour,”

Jisung punches the air in victory.

—

Time skip. At the party.

“Come on, y/n!” A girl you didn’t remember the name of called out, “Play with us,” She held up the beer bottle

You hovered near the edge of the group, your cup of soda already warm in your hands. The room was packed, music loud, bodies crammed together on mismatched cushions and couches. You hadn't expected the party to be this much. You smiled awkwardly.

“What’s the game?” you asked.

“Spin the bottle!” she sing-songed. “Seven minutes in heaven rules.”

Oh. Oh.

Before you could think of a graceful way to back out, someone tugged at your arm and pulled you down into the circle. The room spun a little as you sat. You felt every pair of eyes on you for a moment too long.

You weren’t sure if it was the party or the nerves making your skin feel too warm.

And then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him.

—

Minho was about to turn around and leave. He regretted that he didn’t pretend he’d been ssick.

“This was a mistake,” he muttered under his breath as he stepped into the too-loud living room. Chan closed the back door behind him. He scanned the crowd, awkward and stiff in the oversized hoodie he’d thrown on last-minute.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Jisung said beside him, practically buzzing with excitement. “Look! This place is stacked.”

Minho didn’t respond. His eyes were already drifting toward the circle forming in the middle of the room. A bunch of people on the floor. A bottle in the center.

And you. Sitting right there, looking half-lost and like you wanted to vanish into the floorboards.

His heart dropped somewhere into his stomach.

“You’re welcome,” Jisung said smugly, following Minho’s gaze. “Now come on, hyung. We’re joining.”

“I’m not sitting there,” Minho grumbled. “That’s stupid.”

But he was already being pulled by the sleeve of his hoodie. Jisung shoved him gently into an open spot on the floor and plopped down beside him, beaming like he’d just orchestrated a K-drama plot twist.

Minho caught your eyes. You gave him a small, unsure smile.

His ears went red.

—

Someone shrieked as the bottle landed on two people who clearly weren’t expecting it. Laughter followed. The two were pushed down the hallway to the closet while the rest of the group counted down obnoxiously.

“I hate this game,” someone muttered.

You were starting to agree.

But then, a few rounds later, the bottle was handed to Minho.

—

Minho stared at the empty bottle in his lap like it was a live grenade. He should just spin it. No big deal. Totally random.

Except it wasn’t. Not really. Because all he could think was what if it lands on you.

He spun.

The room went quiet.

The bottle spun faster than he meant it to. Then slowed. Slower. Slower...

It stopped.

Pointing straight at you.

Oh, fuck.

Minho’s entire brain blanked. He didn’t even hear the noise around him. People cheered (mostly because you, the new girl, had gotten chosen), laughed, and someone started to chant “Closet! Closet!”

He didn’t move until Jisung smacked him on the back and whispered, “Dude. GO.”

—

Your heart was thudding painfully as you stood up. People were pushing you gently toward the hallway. You barely made eye contact with anyone, least of all Minho, who followed behind you with the stiff, stunned walk of someone heading to their own funeral.

The door opened. Someone whispered something like “Who invited that loser anyway?” and then the door shut.

Dark.

—

The closet was small and kind of smelled like detergent. You didn’t know where to stand, so you leaned awkwardly against the wall. Your head bumped into a shelf.

“Sorry,” Minho mumbled beside you.

“It’s okay,” you said quietly.

A beat passed.

Another.

If this awkward silence kept going, you were going to combust.

“I, um… do you- I saw you reading Haikyuu earlier. Do you like it?” You asked.

“Yeah, I-it’s my favorite,” He answered, relieved they you broke the silence. He’s also relieved the room is dark, so you can’t see how red his ears are.

“Really?” You kept the conversation going, “Mine too! My favorite is Hinata.”

“Mine too,” Minho answered shyly, “Have you read all of it? I just started re-reading it.”

“Yeah, I've read it maybe three times,” You chuckle, the awkward tension clearing up.

You don't notice it at first, but as you continue to talk, you both lean closer. And closer. And closer…

The awkward tension was slowly turning into a different kind of tension

—

The conversation stopped. So close now he could feel your breath on his face. He looked at your expression. The red light from outside is pooling under the door and illuminating your face. He doesn’t know where the courage to ask came from, but before he could think it over, his mouth started to speak.

“Can I…” he started. “I mean… if it’s okay… Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“Yeah... yeah, you can”

And then he leaned in.

It was soft. Hesitant at first. His lips barely brushed yours, like he was waiting for you to pull away. You didn’t. You leaned into him instead.

It was short. Sweet. Not perfect, but it didn’t have to be.

[themsmeep]

Re: #44 — Even if it'll never be written is there a vague bullet point list at least?? ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Sure, why not? My writing pal likes the idea so we may actually do it, albeit not necessarily with these ideas.

Fanfic Ideas I'll Never Get Around To #44: 5+1 meetings in Maruki's new world.

1. Law student Akechi has two jobs, an internship and a crippling caffeine addiction. Luckily, the barista at the campus cafe makes the best damn coffee he's ever had. Unluckily, said barista keeps trying to make friends with him. Like Akechi has time for that crap!

2. Charismatic host Akira is the most popular guy at his club. Beautiful people fawn on him, buy him drinks and shower him with gifts. So why is his favorite client the grumpy detective who's clearly running a sting operation?

At this point, Maruki wises up and moves Akira back to his hometown.

3. The Tokyo PD rents out a hotel in the countryside for their annual law enforcement conference. Officer Goro Akechi arrives to find there was an error in the booking and there's no room for him. The oddly familiar desk clerk offers to let Akechi stay at his place instead.

Maruki, exasperated, moves Akira back to Tokyo and Akechi to the country.

4. Pop sensation Akira Kurusu is burnt out after his latest world tour. He heads for a popular health resort to relax, but after one look at the brown-eyed boy leading bouldering classes there, his energy comes flooding back. Now he's signed up for every class Akechi offers and trying to find romantic rhymes for 'rock' (cock won't cut it this time).

Maruki moves them both out of Japan. That has to work, right?

5. Beloved Korean actor Goro Akechi is invited to audition for a role in the new Feathermen movie. It's just a formality, the director assures him. He basically already has the role. Imagine his surprise when he arrives to find Bollywood idol Akira Kurusu auditioning for the same part.

+1 Akira meets Akechi in the cemetery on the anniversary of his mother's death and talks him out of committing suicide.

[bbanghiitomi]

| love is a place to hide

synopsis: with social anxiety and a reserved girl, you're usually seen alone or with a few other students around — everyone knows your name but doesn't know you, except for minji.

— nonidol!softballplayer!kminji × nonidol!loner!fem!reader

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popular loner, that's what most people in your high school call you. everyone knows your name but none of those people have ever been your friend, nor have they ever talked to you before. most of those people who know you are not even familiar to you, you don't understand where this popularity came from and it's creeping you out.

you have one friend, kang haerin. she's just as much of a loner as you are, except she has loyal friends.

meanwhile you only have haerin, and refuse to make friends with people other than her — haerin kind of gets along with other people too, but you find it hard to do so. you have no active social media accounts, your chats are dead and if your socials were a place, it would be covered with cobwebs the way they are abandoned.

you've never changed profile pictures, they've been that same picture of you when you were… 10 years old.

it's like you're dead but technically you aren't, literally.

there's this one person, an exception — she's not a friend nor she's a stranger. her name is kim minji. you've known her since the first year of middle school. you both met during the school orientation, where you were checking out the class lists for that year.

you remember it vividly, you sat alone at a bench and saw her approaching, you continued to ignore her presence while you continued tapping on your nintendo 3ds that you modded yourself. you were playing animal crossing, something that you found to be your new catalyst to kill time when you're bored.

you remember how enthusiastic she was talking about animal crossing, even though you weren't replying to her words. she was persistent in making you her friend but it was taking a bit too long for you to warm up to her.

you found out she was going to be your classmate, it was the day where you saw her sitting right behind you. in just a span of a week, she already made a few friends, and one of them was haerin. you stayed alone, casually conversing with haerin and sometimes a few other students, where it all ended up with you leaving because you drained your social battery.

minji was known for playing softball, she played for the local district's team and would often travel from city to city to play. she's incredible, a lot of people say — she's made a name and was inside everyone's mind, including her rivals'.

you've never watched any of her games, even if she kept inviting you — you tried one time but it all ended up with you going home after a small anxiety attack due to the amount of people watching. the cramped space scared you.

now first year college, most of your schoolmates who knew you before were in the same university as you and minji, you still carried that nickname of yours and minji carried that popularity of hers. she now plays for the university's varsity team.

even after 6 years of her nagging you, she still kept going. you don't understand why, what's with all this nonsense? why does she keep trying even if you've pushed her away thousands of times?

besides, there's hundreds of girls and boys lining up to be with her.

have you even mentioned the fact she's never been in a relationship before? that's how crazy she is, with how many confessions she's gotten none of them convinced her that they were better than you.

"hey y/n, we have training later at 5pm, you want to watch?" it's currently 4pm, and you're heading to the library to catch some work for the librarian — you promised the old lady you'll help arrange some books because the other kids have messed the shelves up.

and now minji is once again trailing behind you, asking you again if you have plans to see her later when she for sure already knows your answer. you turn around to give her a stoic expression, your eyes bore against her round ones.

"no, i have some errands at the library and it's probably going to take me a few hours. i'm sure you'll be fine without me, yeah?" you tell her. minji looks around the hallway and shrugs, a pout evident on her lips. "i mean, your presence could definitely help me." she then flashes you her signature grin, that would probably send an ordinary girl in an orbit.

you feel your cheeks flush but then you shake your head, you are no different to those girls. "you have plenty of girls to do that for you." you respond almost immediately. minji sighs and slump her broad shoulders, before watching you walk your way out of the scene. hiding your almost ripe tomato-like face.

minji scratches her head and looks somewhere else to try and hide the disappointment in her face. another day of getting a no from you.

truth to be told, if it wasn't obvious yet.

minji likes you, loves you even at this point the way she's been pursuing you ever since the first year of middle school. even if she looked crazy, insane, and stupid, she kept running towards you no matter how many times you've pushed her away. there's no other coherent explanation for her actions other than the fact that she's in love. it may seem annoying, but there's no other way for minji to show you her persistence and perseverance other than to reach out for you.

minji loves your wit, honesty, kindness and your hot-headed personality, though most people call you mean and rude, you're actually quite the difference! it's just your face that seems uninterested most of the time, your voice that seems unwavering, brave and icy. you're the prettiest girl in her eyes, no matter what you tell yourself — in fact, she remembers the day she realized her feelings for you.

it may sound stupid but it was during a debate at your classroom in middle school, it was one of those stupid questions the teacher asks and then will group the kids into two groups to let them argue.

the question was: what came first? the chicken or the egg?

oh how you hated this question so much, it kept being asked no matter how stupid the question sounded to any sane person's ears.

your team chose eggs and minji's team chose chickens — minji didn't spare any saliva to even try arguing, she sat on her chair as she watched the other members argue.

you on the other hand sat too, but annoyed.

it's already bugging you how long it took to argue about chicken and eggs, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

you stood up and spoke. "this is so easy, everyone knows it's eggs. the chickens have only been on the face of earth for just around 10,000 years and chickens came from reptiles. even before chickens existed, the dinosaurs and reptiles were already hatching eggs. as animals were evolving the eggs they hatch evolved too until one day it cracked open and a chick came out and grew into a chicken." everyone was quiet and for a few moments you remembered you were surrounded by idiots and kids.

claps from minji all surprised everyone, mostly her teammates.

"minji! why are you clapping for them!?" minji even stood up and grinned at you, still clapping her rather large hands, the sound echoing the room. your teammates started clapping too and cheered.

ever since that day your teachers were encouraging you to join the debate teams, and minji started following you around and trying to get close to you.

to this day, you're still active at the debate team of your university and minji is still following you around the campus. truth to be told, you're not mad she does that, you won't say it to her face but her presence kept you safe, guarded and cared for.

there are a lot of reasons as to why minji likes you, listing them all would probably take her a week.

"hey y/n, is minji bothering you? is she doing too much? does it creep you out?" you look at your friend, haerin. you flip a book and tilt your head to her question.

"why'd you ask?" you ask back. haerin shakes her head and laughs. "uhm, clearly — everyone is noticing how minji has been following you around, since middle school. most people say you look uncomfortable when she talks to you, and of course i can't ask her about it because she probably doesn't realize it." haerin tells you, smiling sweetly. you can see her eyes are lace with worry, she's concerned for your well being and as well minji's reputation, it seems like some people in the campus are starting rumors about her being a creep.

you furrow your brows and shift your gaze around until you spot the window, the window shows a great view of the field, through the glass pane you see minji running around the field.

you look back at haerin and shake your head. "if anything, to be honest — i don't mind it at all, as you said she's been doing that since middle school and i got used to it. i'm not uncomfortable or anything, this is just how i look everyday." you tell haerin in a calm tone, because really? minji's doing that with no bad intentions, she's sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly even if she sends a softball flying at the speed of 110kmph like it's her everyday routine.

but no kidding, minji is so thoughtful, always have been.

when you were always alone, she'd stand by a few meters away to make sure you won't ever feel lonely. that one time during a field trip in high school, you were alone walking at an aquarium, minji spotted you and decided it was the best time to leave her friends and run towards you. your eyes are glued to the marine life inside the thick glass filled with water, the blue shade of the room illuminated on your face, your eyes shine under the dim lights. minji carefully stood beside you and stared at the aquarium too.

"hey, remember when our teacher asked if prokaryotic cells are better than eukaryotic cells?" she asked, all of a sudden. you looked at her and raised your brows, there's no expression written on your face. but alas, you still gave her an answer. "yes, why?"

minji smiled and tried to contain her face from blushing. "ah, what do you think is the answer?"

you blinked as you looked back at the tank. "i personally think prokaryotic cells are much superior, they evolved and became eukaryotic cells so without them there are probably no eukaryotic cells. plus, it's true that eukaryotic cells are much more complex but really — there are more prokaryotic cells that can survive under the deepest parts of ocean no matter how strong the pressure is, the hottest surfaces, feeding with almost nothing but still thriving while lacking parts that eukaryotic cells have, that something eukaryotic cells couldn't possibly do. but really, i think it depends on who you ask." you finished with a look on minji's face, only to see her staring at you with her lips open.

you furrowed your eyebrows at her and looked away, feeling embarrassed and flattered.

"wow! that's why you're the ace of the debate team!" minji said as she laughed.

that simple interaction made your day better, a whole lot better. and for some reason, it was only minji who had the power to do that.

you realize that the rumors must be weighing a lot more, more than you expected. you hear whispers from other students from other courses, talking about the mvp of the university's softball team being a creep. and others were saying that it must be because you're giving minji a hard time.

it's starting to worry you whether it reached minji, so you decide to give her a visit to the field when she didn't invite you for today.

you spot her from afar, there's still lots of students around. she seems serious and is giving her best at today's training. you hear some girls gossiping behind you.

"oh is that y/n?" one of them says.

"shit it's actually her? she decided to finally visit minji?"

"after minji's 1000th invitation. i've never seen her here."

"she probably realized minji's potential."

"it's probably better if she just minded her own business."

you sigh as you walk away.

right after their training you wait outside the locker room for everyone in the team to leave except for minji. you spare the surrounding a glance before entering the locker room.

the locker room… is what you expected a locker room to look like. it's not exactly the cleanest place in the campus, there are clothes hanging by the lockers, and shoes on the benches. luckily, the place didn't seem to smell bad, but the smell of mixed perfumes of different kinds wafted around.

"minji?" you call out, walking past lockers, getting to the farthest part of the place and eventually stopping at exactly minji's locker. you stand still as silence surrounds you, you wonder if you didn't notice minji exiting and if there are still anyone around. "kim minji." you call one more time, your tone sounding more like a command for her to come out.

you hear shufflings just behind a locker and you stretch your neck to take a peek.

"hey y/n!" you gasp as you were surprised by minji's sudden entrance. she has just showered and her hair is wet, wearing newly washed clothes she wraps a towel around her neck and smiles at you. you sigh and place a hand on your chest. "you surprised me." you hiss at her.

minji chuckles and scratches her temple. "sorry i got too excited, what brought you here? did you watch me earlier? why didn't you tell me? i didn't invite you because i thought you were mad at me." you stare at minji before shaking your head and clearing your throat. "no, i'm not mad. i came to wait for you to finish your practice because i have got something to tell you." you look at minji's round eyes, she leans closer to you causing you to step back a bit — your back almost touching the locker behind you.

"u-uh, it's about — i heard that people were spreading malicious rumors about you. and i was worried it would reach you." you see her smiling at you. there's almost a small gap between her face and yours, you can almost feel her breath fanning over you.

"wait really? i thought you didn't want me around you? haerin asked me to not follow you around every single day. so i thought i've done too much, are you really okay with it? is it really okay? i mean, if you don't like it, i'll stop. i don't like botheri—" you put your hands up to her shoulders when your back touches the hard surface of the locker. she closes the gap as she speaks, too absorbed by the idea that you're worried for her sake to even think rationally.

"w-wait! minji! it's okay… i'm okay. we're okay." you whisper. minji's eyes lock with yours, with only a few inches separating you and minji, you can feel her heartbeat thumping inside your ears along with yours. "we're okay?" she asks. you nod and smile at her.

the small moment gets ruined as a bench falls over along with a metal tumbler causing you and minji to be taken back. you gently push minji away to step over and try to look for who might have knocked it.

minji puts a hand on your shoulder. "hey, i'll accompany you to your house." you feel a sudden wave of anxiety twisting your stomach into a knot, realizing it should be impossible for the bench to be knocked over by just a gust of wind.

but you nod at minji, watching her take her bag.

the next day, haerin immediately finds you after one of your lectures. "y/n what happened yesterday!?" she aggressively whispers, a hand on your wrist as she locks you down with her piece glare. you give her a confused look, struggling with her tight hold. "wait a minute haerin, what's the problem?" you ask her.

she sighs heavily and looks around, you notice everyone staring you down and people grouped into pairs or more would often share a whisper. "y/n — " haerin cuts herself off to pull her phone from her bag.

she holds it up for you to see and sure enough, it shows a part of the university's journalism organization blog. and as you look at the headline, the first sentence of the article and the picture of you and minji inside the locker room, you ask yourself.

is this even allowed?

you feel your stomach sink in, your heart clenches in fear. why is everyone making it seem like minji was harassing you?

the truth has been completely twisted around and has been passed around by students in just a matter of hours.

you find yourself hiding inside the library, curled on a ball, your back leaning on one of the shelves — hugging your knee close to you.

there's just no way you can do anything about it.

you pull your phone from your breast pocket to send minji a message.

minji :|

minji

what are we going to do?

im scared

sent.

minji walks down the halls of the building, with a deep frown on her face. she's currently on the hunt for the president of the journalism organization — though that person is years older than her, she's not afraid to take that shit on. students stare her down as minji struts her way to the room where journalism members are gathered. she stands in front of the door and knocks violently with her large hand, causing people walking by to be taken back. "you assholes! open this door!" minji shouts, her voice echoing in the corridor.

the door opens violently to an angry guy, only to be left in shock when he realizes it's none other than the kim minji outside their room. minji barges inside and surprises half of the people in the room. "you!" she points towards a girl standing by the end of the room

the girl seems to realize what's happening and tries to hide behind another girl.

"why did you publish that bullshit article!?" minji shouts, causing everyone to panic. the president of the organization stands up and walks towards minji to try and man up. "we have the right to do so! why? are you mad that we're telling the truth!?"

minji turns her head to the president and aggressively pulls on the poor guy's collar and points at the girls named eunchae and kyujin. "you too! those little minions of yours are spreading lies about y/n and they're literally stalking both of us!" eunchae pushes kyujin and uses the other girl to shield herself. "w-what!? you know that's some strong accusations right!? plus — you are stalking y/n on a daily basis!" minji's slender fingers grip the fabric's collar hard, swinging the guy closer.

"listen here you idiot, what me and y/n do is none of your business, okay? if you don't delete that article off of your blog and apologize to y/n i'll smash your skull on this table." minji brings the president closer to the edge of the table, the two younger girls both bow their heads in unison a couple times as they apologize.

"we're so sorry! we really didn't think it through! we only did that because the organization has a mandatory quota for articles we had to follow." eunchae didn't stop bowing her head, minji glared at the president with a deep frown, the edges of her thick brows almost touching due to how mad minji was. the tall girl shoves the guy away and walks out of the room to look for you.

you stay sitting on the floor of the library, hiding behind shelves of books, in the darkness and silence you find comfort.

you hear faint footsteps but you choose to ignore them, until you look up from the familiar shoes and see minji looking down on you. "hey y/n, everything's alright now." she tells you, before crouching down, wearing her team jersey and her pants. you stare at her before she smiles at you and scoots beside you. "i knew you'd be here." minji whispers, her finger touches yours as she puts her hands on the cold floor. you give her a small smile before sighing.

minji always knew you liked to hide when you're upset.

"it's okay now, i made sure it's never going to happen again. i'm sorry you got dragged down the mud with me." minji continues, laughing. you shake your head. "thanks, it's okay. i just got scared." well, if you were to be honest, you were more than scared — you feared for minji of all, there was no way she's going to lose it all just because people lied about her to feed people's delusions.

"i know, trust me, i'll do anything to make sure no one messes with you ever again." minji gives you a cheeky grin and hooks her arm to your torso to keep you close to her. the warmth of her body gives you comfort, you lean on her body and rest your head on her shoulder. your hands lay on her lap, she reaches out for your hands with her other hand, gently caressing your skin with her palm.

you look up to her, your eyes meet her round ones — then your eyes trail down to her tall nose and plump lips. you smile at the thought of her smooth cheeks. you hold minji's hand in yours, taking her back.

"minji thank you for everything." minji's face glows a different shade of red, the tip of her ears are bright red. she laughs, looking away — speechless. as she was looking in the other direction, you take your cue to give her cheek a chaste kiss, and so you do.

your lips touch her cheek and minji flinches, squirming at the sudden contact of your soft lips against her skin. she lets out a small squeak causing you to immediately hush her down.

"you kissed me!?" she whispers, you roll your eyes playfully and laugh at her response. it's starting to get darker outside, you stand up and brush the dust off of your skirt and watch as minji stands up too, still flustered. "where are you going?" she asks.

"home." you answer, starting to walk your way out of the library.

minji follows behind and says.

"i'll take you home!"

[peachdues]

My deepest condolences on the spike in work stress. ｡･ﾟ･(´Д `)ヽ(ﾟДﾟ )

If you don't mind me asking, since your latest post reminded me our #1 thirst writing queen is also a queen in law, what was law school like and why did you want to become lawyer?

I don’t know if I’m the best person to ask what law school was like, given how utterly abnormal that experience was for me (started during the thick of the pandemic and completely online, my mom getting sick and dying, etc). I hesitate to share when prospective students ask me for that very reason.

Law school was stressful and at times, utterly ridiculous in terms of expectation. Unnecessarily competitive and cut-throat, but I think my particular class was spared in light of having started in 2020. We never developed that animosity toward each other because we were all trying to survive.

That said, I met some of my very best friends during law school and the people around me were wonderful and supportive. When my mom was super ill, I had people offering to drive over an hour and a half to bring meals, share notes, etc. my professors were also incredible humans and instructors. I also loved the classes, as a whole (minus one taught by my number 1 main op and our mutual dislike of each other was well KNOWN).

As for why I wanted to become a lawyer: I think I always just knew it was what I wanted to do. Some of that might be because my mom was a lawyer, and I admired her a great deal. I like advocating for people and I’m a very passionate person. Law also plays to one of my biggest strengths/talents: writing. All my life, I’ve been lauded for my writing abilities. It’s something I know I’m good at, and I’m good at many forms of it. Legal writing is particularly unique because it requires a strong combination or research abilities and argumentative/persuasive writing — both of which I excel at. Basically, I’ve known what I wanted to do from a very young age and I’m happy where I am!!

Don’t get me wrong though — working on weekends or having to field a client crisis at 11 PM when I’m trying to settle in for the night does get tiring, but that’s the case with most jobs. Things are busy right now, and they’ll slow down and then pick right back up. That’s just how it goes!

[dacreaturez]

[Scenario with my TWST ocs]

(I = Idia. Z = Zayd. ?? = random student. L = Leona)

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(The whole class were trying to bake as a side activity and to support a future baking club in campus)

I: I don't mind these classes, these are extra credit after all *stirs the batter in the bowl*

L: did you put any milk in that???

I: ah! I forgot!!

L: idiot....

??: I have the milk here, but I can't tell if it's spoiled or not... *they open the milk jug*

Z: *nearly vomits*

L: woah you ok?!

Z: URK!! That smells thats definitely spoiled! Get that away!! *covers his mouth and continues to gag*

I: how can you smell that from across the table??

??: oh sorry dude- *closes the jug back up*

Z: I can't stand the smell of spoiled milk at all...

L: but you mix milk with f*cking bread chunks and ketchup what do you mean?!

Z: that's a side snack, besides that's FRESH milk not spoiled milk

I: its still kinda gross...

Z: ah!? Still...I cant stand the smell of old milk...thats why I can't handle blue cheese *gags*

L: you're weird...

I: mhm...

??: super weird...

Z: HUUUUHHHH!??!? (o･｀Д´･o)!!

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The reason why Zayd can't stand the smell of rotten milk is because he got trapped in a barn for nearly 12 hours and has a bit of a trauma with cows and bull's specifically but not enough to inflict a strict phobia towards them.

And the reason he got stuck in that barn because back at his home land [PROMINENT ASHVERT] he was running away from some of the warriors that he accidentally got them angry for something he didn't do. His only hiding place was a barn in the outskirts of town...he stayed there for 12 hours because he couldn't get out of such barn being stuck with the smells and cows until his grandma noticed he didn't come home and spent the whole day trying to find him.

I guess you can say that specific smell is his weakness, his Achilles Heel, his poisoned apple!!!

[wrath-of-rotten-meat]

my original character Mira in her full Mrachitza appearance and hybrid form of it

setting called «class “Д” students»

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 i know i'm no sweet prince of love | amphoreus men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; those times that we got drunk ! the look of resentment in your eyes is engraved in his brain like a metal branding, a permanent reminder of what he's lost.

love mail — this was SO weird to write . based off my personal coping mechanisms with break up hashtag author gone through it ( ノД`)… euuurm nothing much else to say #breakupssuck ?

not many people can say they've seen the professor outside of classes recently. it's not as if students actively seek out their teachers often, but fellow staff haven't seen the green haired genius in a while now.

he left only one notice note, that he had important findings in his research and had decided to shift some focus onto it. however he still showed up to his usual classes and what not, it's just he would be harder to reach anywhere after class hours.

and he wasn't lying, but it wasn't the full truth either. anaxa had thrown himself headwork into his workload to both drown himself in a distraction yet be surrounded by the only thing he has left of you.

the lab he built was filled of little details of you, photos, pens you've left behind, a hoodie you gave him one night, and a bottle of your perfume.

staying here feels like you're still in his life, like you'll walk through that door, give him a hug and this repetitive nightmare of waiting will be over. but you don't, and he knows you never will.

it was inevitable anyway, your realization that he was nothing. a vessle holding someone of importance, and nothing else. with a mind meant to decode the mysteries of the world, and had a heart only so he could function. not to feel and definitely not to love, even if your existence proves that statement otherwise.

because the truth of his world is, was that he did love you. he was just fated to never love properly, forever cursed to spend an eternity misunderstood and alone. for love will be the thing that buries him in a grave.

mydei doesn't really know what to do with himself. when he had gone into that relationship, he held onto a hope that it would last forever. but as the life of misfortunes he's lived.. of course it doesn't.

he feels lost for a while, drifting through life on autopilot. of course he still.. is a chrysos heir, he still has duties and a goal, but he just feels a weight in his chest.

the reason he stands tall is because if he ever takes a moment to falter, the weight of his decision will crush him completely. he keeps on moving because he has no choice, for his heart knows his mind well. and that he'd rather let himself dream of the night you told him you loved him than to move to the present. for once, his heart had been wise, knowing this ache would destroy the warrior. and his mind was the fool, forever yearning to be back in a moment where you still traced his tattoos and whispered how much you adored him. because he still adores you, every favorite flower of yours he passes by and the cafe's you both loved, you haunt him. he's horrified and comforted by the fact.

the break up happened last night.

phainon has yet to change out of his clothes, sprawled out on the bed with tears staining his pillow. his breathing is still erratic, unstable, and he's got a vice-like grip on the letters you wrote him when he was a good man. he has no idea how he let everything go wrong, he was just too careless, thought you'd stay even if he wasn't around and look at where it got him.

he can barely read the papers anymore, his fingers have crumpled the letters beyond comprehension and the tears made the ink bleed together. it feels like the walls are closing in and he's hoping it gets to him soon, his heart his heavy, his eyes burn, and he feels so weak. the night prior, when he hugged you before taking you home, it was half-assed. just wrapped an arm around you and squeezed lightly, but now there's nothing he wouldn't give up to go back to that time and hold you in the way you deserved.

because you deserved the world, and so much more than that. phainon regrets only ever aiming to give you the stars, because you had your own constellation in your eyes. you didn't want what you already had, you just wanted him.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[lazy-ahh]

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HIII POOKIE!! It's 🌊 anon on a quick break

(* ´ ▽ ` *) bro release me??? It's only the 3rd week of school and my schedule is filled with quizzes ｡･(つд`｡)･｡ I had 1-2 quizzes since last week Friday BRO. SAVE ME I FAILED 2 OF THEM AND I WAS 1 POINT AWAY FROM THE PASSING SCORe ｡･(つд`｡)･｡

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Xoxo 🌊 anon

Save me

hi 🌊 anon!! it's always so lovely to see your messages pop up in my askbox—like a little burst of sunshine even when you're struggling. i'm so sorry school's been rough on you lately, and oh my god i feel that in my soul. PREACH. AMEN. the third week curse is real, huh? quizzes back-to-back like some kind of academic gauntlet... that's absolutely brutal. i just finished my last class before term break today, and the relief was palpable—we had this exhausting practical assessment that felt more like an acting workshop than anything else. when it was finally over? pure, unadulterated freedom.

i know how heavy those grades and scores can feel, especially when you're this close to passing (one point?? cruel!! like come on man). some education systems really make it seem like each score is life-or-death, but please remember—they're not. failing a couple quizzes doesn't mean you're failing as a person, or even as a student. if anything, they're like little neon signs pointing at exactly where you might need to focus. most of us tend to panic and avoid our problem areas after setbacks (trust me, i've been there—full retreat mode), but those quizzes? they're just data. helpful, painful data, sure, but not world-ending. not like actual exams, at least!

...i didn't mean to turn this into a whole pep talk, promise. i just want you to know it's okay to stumble, and it's more than okay to take a breath in between all this chaos. school can feel like a riptide sometimes, but you'll find your rhythm again. for now? be kind to yourself, man. hydrate, snack, maybe scream into a pillow if needed—whatever helps you weather the storm. you've got this, even when it doesn't feel like it.

sending you the coziest vibes and a virtual stress-ball to squeeze. hang in there, 🌊 anon! <3

[lowlywriter]

I hope it’s not too annoying that I basically come here every time “Lost in Paradise” gets updated but like….. how can I nottttt? (*'▽'*)

I haven’t fully finished reading the latest chapter (honestly I wanna reread it once I have more time) but aghhhh… this is probably the second only time travel fanfic I’ve read that has handled the whole Geto killing a village thing—and ngl I like yours more simply because Satosugu stick together, I don’t think my heart could have handled Geto snapping or crumbling and defecting still (he was thissss 🤏 close and that’s so scary in its own way)

Geto’s emotions mwah. It’s always a treat to get his POV once in a while; he’s a sweet, patient dude but there’s… definitely potential in him to do some awful things if just pushed the wrong way for too long. ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ= = =

Also! I know people don’t typically like ocs in fanfics, but I already love Suguru’s mom. Like her smacking him over the head with a magazine made me almost laugh in class. I think ocs can be a fun addition to the story and honestly necessary sometimes—in this case with building that emotional case and contrast from past!Suguru and the future!Suguru.

Anywayyy sorry for the rambling but honestly your writing is like a weekly savior for me at this point XD hope you have a great day!!

Hello again!

The asks aren't annoying at all, don't worry about it! I love that you're so enthusiastic about the fic! It makes me happy to know you (and so many others) enjoy it as much as I do!

I absolutely love student Geto as a character (not much of a fan of cult leader Geto, or Kenny Geto though). He's such a joy to work with! You can just tell he's such a sweetheart in the beginning of the second season by how is acts with Gojo himself and the girls in those flashbacks. Poor guy is just so lost after everything bad that happened and that village is his last straw. I mean, I'd be pretty pissed seeing kids treated like that too! I honestly think if he had of called Satoru, he would've felt exactly like him. Depressed Geto, isolated makes me so sad :(

Geto's mom was so much fun to flesh out! I love her.

I just wanted him to come from a nice home where he's loved so the whole world doesn't feel like it's against him. I know the show (and maybe the manga?) say he deliberately went to and killed his parents, which doesn't exactly paint a happy, healthy relationship, but it's my world and he gets to be happy! He deserves it!

I'm of the same opinion with ocs! I don't mind them at all, unless they turn into a major character and start stealing the show from the main cast (unless specifically tagged) that I'm looking for!

To each their own, in the end.

Fanfiction is a truly self-indulgent hobby, so I understand people wanting to add their creations into the world! I really only make small ocs to fill the world (and families)! And if something's going to be a little oc heavy, I like to separate it from the main stuff just so everyone can read what they're looking for!

I'm so honored that people are waiting for LiP to update! It's so motivating! Hopefully I can keep up with it! :D Thanks for the ask, and for reading the fic!

[thekidsarentalright]

regarding you using :3: i teach my own class at a university and have literally had a student send me an email that said “Ah! I super overslept today!! (´･Д･)」” when they missed my lecture. so honestly chances are your prof wouldn’t even notice the :3

helppfndkf whoever sent that is real for it tbh this makes me feel better for almost sending the :3 thank u… we should normalize sending profs more whimsical emails tbqh