#at least im pretty sure i remember that happening

[brostateexam]

ok, im well out of the loop with cassie clare, i havent read one of her books in at least 10 years, but i was big on her as a teenager. did she start off as a fic author? (that wouldn't surprise me) or did she just straight up plagiarise a bunch of shit?

The answer to this question is: both!

I will start off by saying: All of this is to the best of my recollection. This is not a perfect accounting of events. If you really, really want to know, I'm sure there are people who are like actual fandom scholars and archivists who will get it all right, but that is very not me.

And on the offchance that any lawyer is reading this: Please consider all of this as a recollection of events that happened. Not trying to defame anyone here, just talking about events that already occurred. Anything mentioned about the author in question that is not a recollection of past events is speculative and should be taken as such.

Cassie Clare did indeed start off as a fic author. She was decently prolific and wrote a lot for a very big fandom at the time, Harry Potter. She wrote a series (Draco trilogy, had names like Draco Dormiens) that was very, very popular. Presumably many modern readers are now reaching for rotten tomatoes or airsick bags as applicable, but this was circa 2000-2005(ish?), so the attitude toward HP was different back then, to say the least. Her stuff was put up on a fansite that was dedicated to HP only on like a featured page, which was basically reserved for decent writers and big name fans that the fansite runner knew and liked.

All of these people have names and are findable, but I don't remember them because it has been decades.

Draco Dormiens and or the others in the series were at the center of this controversy, and I think that with the benefit of time, it did not age well, but it was very of the time, and people loved the idea of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Ginny as articulate, witty, hot older teens being rich and glamorous and magical and cool. Keep in mind, we gotta rewind the clock here. I remember the plagiarism controversy really gaining steam in early 2003, so at this time about 4 or 5 of the books were out and the main people reading them were teenagers and college kids, not the 30- or 40-somethings going to the theme park that you see on the internet now. So this was wildly popular and it's probably not hard to understand why.

Her popularity took a hit when she began to be accused of plagiarism, and when it didn't immediately recede it become a full on controversy. This was a big accusation to level, because she was very popular and very well-liked, and was friends with a lot of other authors who were also popular and well-liked, who largely speaking had her back. Finally, after the furor grew and grew, she acknowledged the controversy and made a statement that amounted to something like: "Okay, I thought it was pretty clear that I was just making references to popular TV shows by stealing dialog from episodes word for word, but I'll attribute everything I use in this way from now on, and I will also go back and add attribution for everything I used in this way."

This was a very savvy way of dealing with the accusations, because it was true that she was doing this (largely lifting stuff from Buffy and from Babylon 5, as I recall) and it was also true that if you were a fan of either show and read her fics, you could absolutely see that she was doing this and take it as a send-up or reference, not as plagiarism. This gave her friends and fans an out, a way to say to people "okay we get it, she acknowledged it and added attribution, can you shut up now?"

Except that wasn't actually the extent of it. Cassie Clare, well known for her super cool magical concepts she introduced in her Draco trilogy, was lifting those from a then out-of-print fantasy series by Pamela Dean. And it wasn't just ideas that she was lifting wholesale and not bothering to change the names of. She was also copying out whole paragraphs and pages, secure in the knowledge that you couldn't buy the books anymore, so it wasn't like she could get nailed by someone picking up the book at a Barnes & Noble and going "hey, wait a sec."

Except, perhaps not surprisingly, a lot of people who like fanfiction for Harry Potter also like fantasy as a genre, and people absolutely clocked some of her lazier plagiarism, because it was seriously word for word, sometimes for paragraphs.

This ultimately led to her getting banned for plagiarism from fanfic.net lol and the entire Draco trilogy was removed.

I think the lesson she took from this may have been the wrong one, and I fear it may have been that if you copy stuff and are popular enough, you can get away with it for years, so keep copying. Her entire career she's been accused of plagiarism, for both for her YA series and for her new series. I can't say if any of the subsequent allegations were true or not. Personally, I'm inclined to believe the claims simply because she has a history of doing it, doing it shamelessly, and lying about it or at least obscuring the full truth back in her fanfic era.

Anyway, I'd like to conclude this by saying if you really like her stuff and want to keep reading it or whathaveyou, I don't think that has a particular moral valence. I believe people in their 20s mostly know her for Shadowhunters, and from what I've gleaned it's about hot people in their 20s being glamorous and magical and witty and rich, and that's a winning formula now just like it was a generation ago. The person who should bear the burden of not being a plagiarist is the author, not the audience.

Hope this was informative, and thanks for asking!

[echantedtoon]

A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch27 Coming Around Full Circle

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(The song used is Not Another Song About Love by Hollywood Ending linked below.

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If you wanna see what everyone looks like in their suits/dresses follow this link

https://www.tumblr.com/echantedtoon/772381428075954176/sneak-peek-for-ch-27-of-a-lovers-circle-without?source=share

The rustling of fabric over flesh were the only noises in the stillness of the evening that evening.

The lights mulling over nothing but sparkles and lace adorned upon the mass of people together in a single room preparing for the night to come. Roses were red. Violets blue. And the rainbow of sparkling eyeshadows and rosey cheeks would put such flowers to shame with expert hands going to and from from the hum of the excitement buzzing about like little fuzzy bees working their way from flower to flower. 

Pink orbs stared intently at a softer rounder face before then. A hand gently pushing her head up, lips falling apart lightly from how close they were. A cold color of yellow painting across her soft skin.

"Hold still, Makio. I'm almost done." The pink eyed woman smiled at her handiwork so far. A little make up brush dusted in sparkles and dandelion yellow brushing across the delicate skin of the other woman's eyelid. "Yellow really brings out your eyes. You're going to look so lovely when I'm finished."

"And how much longer am I gonna have to wait?" Said woman impatiently crossed her arms and frowned in annoyance. "I didn't even dress up this fancy when I got married!"

"Because it's a dance as well as Y/N's first date with all of us, so we are going to look nice. Tilt your head back up please."

Makio grumbled under her breath but didn't complain anymore as Kanae let her finish up her make up. Somewhere behind her was four other girls either putting blush on their faces or in Mitsuri and Hinatsuru's case trying to help her unstick a stuck zipper on the back of her pretty cotton candy pink dress with a big bow tied on her left hip. 

"I can't believe you got your hair stuck in the zipper."

"I can."

Hinatsuru ignored Makio's but in and just continued to pull Mitsuri's one giant French braid her hair was tied in front the zipper. "We might need to cut the ends of your hair just to get it loose."

"Im sorry! I didn't mean it! It just happened!" Said green eyes woman looked guilty as she stood there embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it. We all go through it at least once in our lives."

Mitsuri still looked pretty guilty about it letting her friend keep plucking out strands of hair from the cold metal zipper. It was the night that they had all been waiting for. Valentine's Day. The most romantic day of the year or so everyone says. Really any day or night could be the most romantic time of your life but there was something about this magical night that allowed them all to bask in the swoonful flow of fairy lights and cuddle up fondly with each other in the way only lovers could. But there was a reason why this particular holiday was so special for them-

"I think I have...feelings for you guys too."

The entire room had been shocked to receive the news from Giyuu. In fact most of them had thought that the stoic man had been joking with them all- Or well Tengen really. He was fully convinced this was just some big joke concocted by Gyomei to get back at them for everything. No one was entirely sure however but when she came in all nervous but serious, they knew something beyond a joke was happening. 

"But I'm not entirely sure if these feelings are superficial or real or just me mistaking admiration for you guys as love or-...Or whatever the case is. But I think the best way to see if there's anything to it would be to go on a date and see what happens. So...Would you guys mind if we go to the dance TOGETHER-together instead of friends?"

Now she had seen quite a lot in her days of being alive. From Mitsuri's inhuman appetite and strength to what she still swore was a real ghost in highschool (that thing crawling around the halls at night WAS a ghost and no one could tell her otherwise). But until that day she had absolutely never heard Sanemi falling to the floor half from shock. She thinks he was aiming to sit on the sofa behind him but missed because he didn't look and completely fell backwards. If the entire situation wasn't so shocking, Kanae was a hundred percent convinced Tengen would've laughed at him leading to a fight.

"I'm not making any promises that I WILL like you though. Maybe I will but I won't lie to you and say that the likelier end result is that I just won't either want the relationship you guys have or I don't like you like that after all. So I wanted to make that part clear and just say that, even if we don't date in the end, I still care about you guys a lot and still wanna be friends with you all either way."

She could accept that. It was a fair enough response to everything and if all that comes out of this is friendship then she'd love nothing more than to be Y/n's friend.  Eventually the make up was done with secured on Makio's face and she stood up to allow her to go examine herself. Ah. Looked like Hinatsuru was almost finished up with helping Mitsuri with untangling her hair and then they'd be fully ready to go meet Y/n and Gyomei in front of the University.  

"Got it!" A quick zipping noise got Mitsuri to smile again as her dress was finally done up with her hair now loose from its zipper. "There. Next time make sure your hair's not in the way."

Mitsuri bounced with excitement over to the nearest mirror looking at her reflection before a cherry red lipstick was held up to her lips as she started to put on her face. It seems everything was going well enough so far. However a knock on the door lead to a muffled voice announcing he was coming in before the door opened up and a moment later Kyojuro poked his head through the door smiling.

"I just wanted to let you all know that Gyomei called just now!," he announced loudly, the start of a black and white tux could be seen on him as well as a black silk bowtie around his neck. "He just picked up Y/n from her Aunt's and they're both on their way to the dance!"

"We're almost done!," Hinatsuru assured him quickly running to finish up late from helping Mitsuri. "Just give us a couple more minutes."

"Of course! Don't be too long now! We did promise to keep on schedule! You all look absolutely radiant by the way!"

He smiled again before ducking out of the room hearing them giggling from his compliment before he turned back to start walking down the stairs of his home and back towards the first floor. At the bottom of the stairs be found four other men in similar suits to his own getting ready by adjusting their ties or in Tengen's case forcing Obanai to tie his hair up for the evening.

"Well?" Sanemi grunted from where he stood looking annoyed. "Are they done yet?"

"They're almost done!"

"Almost? Why do girls always take so long putting on fuckin' makeup?"

"Because unlike you they want to look their best tonight." Tengen said without looking up from where Obanai winced from him still trying his hair back. "You seriously couldn't have just used hair gel once for your rat's next?"

In response Sanemi glared and pointed at him. "Oi. I put on the tie and I agreed to wear this monkey suit." He reached up his other hand to gently pull at his tie. Clearly being upset he wasn't allowed to open up his shirt as usual. "I'm already sufferin' enough with how tight this is!"

"Oh shut up and quit complaining. You look great! And I am not going to have you ruin my hard work just because you think it's stupid!"

"Is IS stupid!!"

"You can survive a few hours in it! Quite being a wuss! There!"

He finally let go of Obanai, who's choppy black hair was now neatly tied back in a similar way to Tengen's and winced reaching out to rub a soothing hand on his head from all the rough combing and yanking. Somehow Tengen had also managed to convince him to wear a reusable black face mask to match his suit instead of the blue throwaway medical masks he usually used. Looking around, he also noticed that he had gotten to already too. Said blue eyed man's long black hair was brushed over and instead of being worn in his usual ponytail, Tengen had made him wear it in a braid thrown over one of his shoulders. 

Right now Giyuu was examining his teeth in a mirror looking a bit unsure at the blue rose pinned to the front of his suit. Kyojuro himself was not immune to his boyfriend's game of fashion dress up too because he was looking at himself in a man bun as he watched Tengen pick up a comb and turn to Sanemi like a hunter cornering a bear. In response the second white haired man backed up a few steps from him. 

"Don't you even THINK about it!," he growled out.

"I don't care if you don't want it styled! You are at least going to brush it down so you're not looking like a crazy hobo who robbed a rental tux place!" Tengen threatened back brandishing the comb like a sword facing a dragon. "You can either hold still or I'll hold you down myself! You are NOT going to ruin it for us!"

"LIKE HELL I AM!!"

"Do it, Shinazugawa." Obanai gave them an annoyed look as Kaburamaru poked his his out curiously from inside his suit jacket at all the fuss. "If I have to suffer so do you!"

"AGREED!! We want to make a good impression for our first date with Y/n!" Sanemi looked at the flame haired man like he was crazy. "And if this is true that this is going to be the first dance she's ever had a chance to enjoy, then the least we can do is look nice for her! As Tengen said, it'll only be for a few hours at most!" Kyojuro tilted his head at him. "So wouldn't it be nicer to just give her the image of you so handsome that she might love you on sight?"

Sanemi stared at Kyojuro for s long, quiet moment before growling out. "FINE. But I swear if you even try to put any hair spray near me-"

"You'll bite my head off. I know." Tengen scowled himself coming closer still holding up that comb. "Now hold still!"

Sanemi looked like he would throw a punch the entire time Tengen brushed through his messy bed head looking hair with the comb followed by his hand trying to smooth down any wild ends sticking out of the normally rugged looking man. He tried to smooth his bangs back too but they kept popping back over Sanemi's face. Without hair gel or spray being used Tengen gave up trying to fix that and just did what he could. Which honestly...Sanemi didn't look too bad. Still annoyed but better looking now. He glared at everyone around him until there was the sound of a door opening upstairs and the sounds of heels walking along the floor. Ah. Just in time.

"It's about time! Why does it always take you all so-...long?"

 Anything else died on his tongue the moment he saw the women descending the stairs in perfect make up and the gorgeous dresses. Both he and Obanai shared the same wide eyed, open mouthed expressions upon seeing the girls all dressed up and ready to go.

"Whoa. You all look as flashy as newly polished diamonds!" Of course Tengen was the first to respond seeing them earning a squeal from Suma at the praise. "Haven't seen you all dress up this beautiful since my wedding ceremony."

"Thank you. Are you guys ready to go?"

"As soon as lover boy over here picks his jaw off the floor." Again Sanemi shot Tengen a flare only this time red faced. 

"Why don't we just head on over now!?" Kyojuro piped up before the two could start arguing again. "I bet Gyomei and Y/n are catching a cold waiting for us to show up already."

"Good idea. Don't forget to grab your coats."

They didn't argue on that all willing to leave and show up before they could all be considered late and make a bad first impression on the date.

************

"Where are they?"

You shuffled on the cold sidewalk leading to the K.U.'s gates. The bottom of your dress held up by your hands to avoid getting wet by the snow or stepped on by the tens of people walking around you. A decent few of them walking past you were dressed up in suits or pretty dresses no doubt either on the way to the University's dance or somewhere fancy to spend the romantic evening. The sun had just set letting the early stars bleed out and the still cold air set in. You both stood there for what seemed like forever waiting for the rest of your group to arrive. 

"I'm sure they'll be here soon," Gyomei assured you with a calm smile. "Knowing them, Tengen's just making them look their best. He's very picky about these sorts of things."

Yeah. That sounded like Tengen. You were still nervous however. You'd been on a double date before with your cousin once but you'd never been on a quadruple date especially with you literally going on a date with everyone involved. The nerves didn't go away when your aunt helped you change into this get up, and slapped a choker and diamond earrings on you, and made you sit for at least two hours tying your hair up in a bun and putting makeup on you.

"I'm gonna make you look so beautiful, there's no way I'm not gonna end up with at least a hundred niece and nephew in laws." Her words not yours.

You were embarrassed about her insisting on taking a million pictures of you and then joking with Gyomei about getting you home before midnight. Thankfully he didn't make a big deal about it other than saying you must've looked beautiful if your aunt was making such a big deal about it. For once you were thankful for his blindness. You didn't think you could handle him getting as flustered as you were already.

"Well I hope they hurry. I'm starting to get cold out here."

"Would you like my jacket?"

"N-No. It's ok. You need it right now and I'm sure they'll be here eventually."

No sooner had you said that then the sounds of loud and fast heels clacking against the pavement came running up towards the sight of the very tall man causing Gyomei to turn his head in their direction and a voice called out above everyone's.

"MEI!! IM SO SORRY WE'RE LATE!!" Gyomei didn't budge an inch when suddenly a force rammed hard enough into his middle to make him give off a loud 'oof' sound. "WE GOT HERE AS FAST AS WE COULD!! "

Mitsuri had arrived followed up much slower by everyone else as they came up from where they parked and walked to the venue. Mitsuri spotting the tall figure of Gyomei first and tackled hugged him like usual. 

"Mitsy, don't do that. You'll ruin your make up."

You blinked from where you stood on Gyomei's other side, right behind him and out of sight so they didn't notice you were there at first. However you recognized the other voice as Tengen's. Guess they all arrived on time just as they promised. 

"It's good to finally see you all. I bet you look absolutely ravishing tonight."

"THANK YOU!!" Ah. Kyojuro. "You look very handsome yourself! But I don't see any signs of Y/n. Is she inside already?"

"No." He turned back towards you backing up for them to see. "She's right here."

All at once eleven pairs of eyes were on you and your eyes widened as wide as theirs did. Oh my gosh. They all looked so good! The guys in tuxes ranging in slightly different styles, and some had bowties while others had ties (in Kyo's case he wore a red tie that matched his hair). Some had flowers pinned to their suits as well like Sanemi. The girls however were REALLY beautiful! Both Kanae and Shinobu wore similar purple shades but the only difference was that while Kanae's dress was pretty plain compared to everyone else's, Shinobu's had a strange black vien pattern that reminded you of a butterfly. Hinatsuru's was also a shade of purple but had a floral pattern at the bottom of hers. Suma's was a dark blue with lighter blue bows decorating it. Makio's was the only traditional dress of the group, a red-orange kimono also with a floral pattern. Mitsuri's was probably the most unique of the group being a Lolita style dress with cherry blossoms, bows, and lace.

"Oh wow. You guys look amazing!"

"Us...YOU LOOK POSITIVELY RADIANT!!" Tengen paused to look at Sanemi..and then reached out to push Sanemi's mouth closed again as the white haired man kept staring in awe at you. "Close your mouth before you catch flies."

Sanemi shit him a look but Gyomei gestured to the entrance to the University. "How about we just head on inside now that everyone is here? It's quite chilly."

There was no arguments with that and together with you clinging to Gyomei for support from your wobbly walking thanks to the dumb heels and made your way along with countless other people towards where two people were playing bouncers for one big doorway leading towards the auditorium you think. Stopping people dressed in suits and dresses until they paid the amount required to go inside. Weird to have to pay for a party but you supposed it was to pay for the decor and other things used for the party within. Stepping in the long line and waiting to pay the fee to be let in was the actual boring part.

Oh you hoped you didn't trip and smear your make up. There was one thing that pulled your attention away from them however. The distant noises of crowd chatter and light classical music which got louder and louder until you came across an open pair of doubles doors and you were lead into the BIGGEST single room you had ever been inside. The ceiling as high as two a two floor house, white everywhere, more chandeliers that reflected in the shiny polished floor, tons of tables and chairs all white themed, a small elevated stage where the music was coming from, and a lllloooonngggg table chalk FULL of food!! Oh. That explains the delicious smells. But there was also a LOT more people than you expected. 

Students and staff alike were crammed around the place in pretty dresses or tuxes under the dim light and red and pink Valentine's Day decor strung out everywhere. Some dancing to the way too loud music or gorging on the cheap snacks on the table.

You were finally able to sit town when he chose a table right by a corner here there wasn't a whole lot of people and pulled out a chair for you before able to plop yourself down in it. Your feet were KILLING you-

"How are you feelin'?'', he asked you gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Miserable. My feet feel like I hiked a million miles across legos."

"Legos?"

"Uh..Nevermind. I'll be fine if I don't walk around too much...Oh jeez. I guess that means no food-"

"I'll get it it for you no problem!"

You blinked up at him before holding up your hands. "Mei. No." You shook your head. "I'm not going to make you be my waiter on top of a forklift."

"And watch you struggle until you fall over and get hurt again?" ...Oh..Well you guessed that was a fair enough point. It would be a bad thing if you fell in front of everyone. He patted your shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll be right back. Stay here and off your feel for a bit. It'll be alright."

"Oh alright."

He gave a small smile before turning and wondering off towards the direction of the food table and left you sitting there to relax and groan in your chair to rest your feet. Oh boy. You should've put your foot down when your aunt slapped these shoes on your feet.

"Are you ok?" Mitsuri glanced at you from where she was still standing next to you. 

You nodded. "Yeah. I'm just not used to wearing heels." The last time you wore heels was over a whole year ago at your cousin's wedding. But even the you hadn't worn them too long. "I don't think I'm ever gonna wear them again after tonight."

"Do you need to run home and get them? I can drive you back."

"No, no." You waved off Sanemi's offer. "Thank you but I'll survive. It's only for a few hours."

"Tch. That's what Tengen said about this monkey suit."

"I think you look good."

"Eh?!"

Kyojuro glanced once at Sanemi's red faced before rolling his eyes, and pulling up a chair to the sand table you were sitting at. "I think Mei has the right idea. You ladies take a seat. We'll be the gentlemen and bring you all some drinks and food."

"Aw. How sweet of you." Shinobu accepted the chair Kyojuro pulled out for her, carefully sliding it back into place as she sat down.

"Don't worry, Y/n. We'll be sure Mei brings you back some food too."

"You guys don't have to."

Giyuu held up a hand. "No. You're here to have a date with us. We're going to pay for your fees and make sure you girls have a good time. Rest your feet and we'll serve you."

You opened your mouth and held up a hand to protest but Makio reached out to lower your hand as the boys did the same pulling out chairs for their girls before leaving to fetch the food. Well ..if they were offering then you guessed that it was ok. 

"Just enjoy yourself, Y/n. We're here to make sure YOU have a good time at this date. Oh. That reminds me. Stick out your arm."

You blinked at her. "...What?"

"Just stick out your arm will ya?" You were confused but slowly did. You watched as out of no where Makio pulled out a small thing of white roses and leaves before tying them around your wrist quickly. "THERE! That's done."

Blinking you held up your wrist feeling the soft string keeping the flowers in place. "What is it?"

"A corsage. Everyone gets their date a corsage for a dance. Duh! We didn't know what you'd where so we got you these. White goes with anything."

Your eyes widened at the flowers tied around your arm. "For me? They're beautiful. Thank you-"

THUNK!!

You jumped as Shinobu just slapped down a box tied with a red bow before pushing it towards you. "Here. Everyone knows you get flowers and candy for Valentine's Day so take this too." Kanae groaned at her sister's blunt response to this but then again what would anyone suspect from Shinobu?

"Oh. Thanks."

You just scooted the box to the side for now and waited with them until the boys got back carrying small plates of party food and red throwaway cups of punch for everyone. Well I'm Tengen's case carrying three of each for his wives, and Obanai got a good few looks from everyone for literally stealing and entire tray of cupcakes and shoving like five cups of punch on it for Mitsuri. Ah. You'd almost forgotten about her humongous appetite. 

Overall the night was going well so far.

"Y/n, Shinobu told me you borrowed her books. How far are you through them? Because I have this great romance novel about this elf prince falling for this commoner human girl-"

You were happy to chat with Hinatsuru also about her book collection and with the sisters about their books for a out twenty minutes as Mitsuri busied herself by scarfing down cupcakes and gulping down cup after cup of punch as Obanai gazed lovingly at her as usual. That was until the generic love showtimes faded out and an older woman in a suit n skirt looking like she just walked out of a business feelings walked on the stage to the mic.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," a woman's voice spoke from the elevated stage over towards the other side of the room, "Thank you all for coming tonight. It's been an honor to host you all for the evening. Even more so with such fantastic guests. It is my honor to introduce a very special performance tonight for you all of you tonight. Please give a big hand to our music department here to perform this evening."

A few people your age started to climb in stage with instruments and you glanced up at them briefly. A band? It was then that Sanemi looked at Kanae softly with an almost embarrassed pink face.

"H-Hey." She hummed turning to him. With a gulp his eyes glanced at the dancefloor where people still were probably waiting for the next song to start up before dancing again. "You..wanna da-dance?"

She smiled so sweetly. "Nemi, I'd love to." His face quickly went from pink to red when she grabbed his hand.

"That sounds like fun!" Suma looked around the table. "Who else wants to dance?!"

"That does sound fun." You turned to Mei. You never got the chance to dance before so you were excited to do it once even if these heels killed you. "Do you want to dance?"

To your surprise he gave a sad smile before shaking his head. "I'm afraid I can't. I've never learnt how to dance and I always end up stepping on someone's foot and hurting them. On top of that I have two left feet so I wouldn't be much of a dance partner."

"Hey! She can dance with one of us!" Tengen gladly offered smoothing his hair back with a smile. "I of course am a flamboyant dancer!~ Probably the most flamboyant dancer here!"

Obanai took a moment of looking away from Mitsuri scarfing down her last cupcake to give him a raised brow. "Isn't Mitsuri the dance major here?"

He waved off the deadpanned man. "Ok, ok. I'm the GUY here with the most dance experience. So she could totally go dance with one of us if she really wants to." Obanai rolled his eyes at him.

You glanced at Tengen, then at Obanai, before smiling back up to Tengen. "That's a really kind offer, Tengen." Said white haired man puffed out his chest. "Iguro, do you wanna go dance with me?"

"WHAT?!" Both men looked at you wide eyed as the words left your mouth, and Sanemi had to turn his head to hide a snort.

A hand gestured to the surprised looking black haired man. "It's only fair. Obi's the one I spent the least time with so it's only fair to ask him to dance with me." Tengen sputtered as Sanemi failed to repress snickers as you smiled at Obanai. "How about it, Obanai? Wanna dance?"

"I-I-I-I-..." He stuttered giving a look around the table before pointing at himself. "Me? I-Im not a...g-good dancer."

"Sure you are, Obi!" Mitsuri through an arm over his shoulder. "You help me tango and waltz all the time! You're great at dancing!" He gave her an unsure wide eyed look. "It'll be fun! Plus you need to spend more time with her too so you can't back out!"

"I-I-..Ok?" He was able to squeak out.

With a smile you both slowly stood up. You trying not to trip from your heels and Obanai nervous as heck. He stiffly with Mitsuri's encouragement walked on over to you and held out a shaking hand. Tengen was still staring in disbelief as you slowly grabbed him and stood up with Sanemi still laughing at Tengen's face.

"Let it out!~ Been buildin' up!~ Ya better let it out.~ Say everything you've been meaning now!~ I want it ta burn!~," Piers began singing to the more gentle rock music, he must've been singing for the event, "When you tell me m' such a wreck it isn't easy cleaning up your mess.~ It's like I got a rope 'round my neck.~ She says it won't hurt.~ But everythin' ya do makes my heart race!~ I can't even think straight!~ Is this jus' a game to you?~ Reruns every night!~ It's always the same fight an' I think you should know!~ I hate your touch!~ I hate your mouth!~ I can't stand every single word that comes out!~ But you're all that I've been dreamin' of!~ This is not 'nother sonng 'bout love!~ I hate your voice!~ I hate your lips!~ I hate how bad I wanna steal your kiss!~ But you're all I've been dreamin' of!~ This is not 'nother song about love!~"

You winced on the inside as you allowed him to walk you away from your table. Each step feeling like you were walking on legos agonizingly slowly and you prayed that you would not fall during this dance. Since you...well never danced before. Boy if there was any point in your life you'd need help it'd be now. You could feel everyone else looking  in your direction as Obanai made his way to the dancefloor surrounded by other couples and shakily guided you into the dancing position of one hand holding your hand and the other one your hip.

"Are you ok?"

He quickly nodded avoiding eye contact. 

"You're pretty cute when you're shy-"

"D-, Don't say anything that could break my concentration!!" His face turned a cute pink as you giggled at his reaction.

"Asphyxiated jus' ta say the least!~ And with you're eyes you're sufficatin' me!~ Emptied my lungs!~ It's gettin' hard to breath!~ You couldn't care less.~ But everything ya do makes my heart race!~ I can't even think straight!~ Is this jus' a game to you?~ Reruns every night.~ It's always the same fight n' I think you should know.~ I HATE your touch!~ I HATE your mouth!~ I CAN'T STAND every single word that falls out!~ But you're all I've been dreamin' of!~ This 's not another song 'bout love!~ I HATE your voice!~ I HATE your lips!~ I HATE how bad I wanna steal your kiss!~ But you're all I've been dreamin' of!~ This is NOT another song about love!~"

Despite the more rock style of the song, Obanai preferred to slow dance which was both painful and good because it meant you could just waddle-rock from side to side enough to pass as dancing and not trip aside from how much your feet ached. Now only if you didn't have to wear heels.

"The sky fades from blue to gray!~ Her touch is jus' like an ocean!~ Still m' drowining!~ How bad I wanna sink an' let it take me away!~ I don't know why I come back!~ I do every time!~ We get close to the end!~ It's the finish line!~ Sing these words for the girl I've been dreamin' of!~ Is this jus' another song 'bout love?~ Let it out!~ Been building up.~ I better let it out.~ Say everything I've been meanin' now.~ Dreamin' 'bout.~ I mean it now.~ I NEED IT NOW!~" You blinked up towards the stage and blue eyes met f/c ones. "I NEED your touch.~ I have NO doubt.~ I WANT your love 'til it all runs out.~ Cause YOU'RE all I've been dreamin' of!~ Is this jus' 'nother song about love?~ I NEED your voice!~ I NEED your lips!~ I NEED you bad!~ I WANNA steal your kiss!~ Cause YOU'RE all I've been dreamin' of!~ This is jus' another song about love!~"

As the song ended there was a small round of applause from a few tables sitting next to the stage and a few people who still stood by said stage to watch the performance up close and stood staring at you for a moment until you stopped. Obanai jolted a bit from your sudden stop.

"Thank you for that stunning performance. Now please welcome the band Shiners Eyes with their number Waltzen Du Pika."

"Is something wrong?"

"Huh?" He blinked back at the you before blinking and clearing his throat. Removing his hands from you and taking a step back. "No. But the song is over."

"Oh..But the next song is starting." He blinked as you grabbed his hands again and nearly fainted when you put them back on your hips before placing your hands on his shoulders smiling at the close proximity. "Let's dance again! It's fun! And I like dancing with you!"

He visibly gulped before slowly nodding. "Ok..B-But this is o-ok right?..Being this close to you? I want to make sure I'm not misunderstanding anything."

"If it wasn't I wouldn't have wanted to keep dancing with you."

He was a cherry red for the entire rest of the second song before someone tapped you on the shoulder near the end and you stopped to turn your head and found Mitsuri standing there beaming.

"Y/n, can I have the next dance with you?!"

"Sure, Mitsuri! I never danced with another girl before so it might be fun!"

Her response was to squeal out loud and pull you by the arm to her to come and slow dance with her. Then you were pulled away into a soft of group dance with more of the other girls and Giyuu whom you suspected was dragged over to come dance with you all by Shinobu. Then by the fifth or sixth song you felt another tap on your shoulder, and when you turned this time you met Tengen face to face whom smiled widely, bowed, and offered his hand like a cliche prince.

"Beauteous Maiden, maybe I have the honor of having this next dance?~"

More giggled were heard around you as you rolled your eyes but extended a hand. "Oh. It wouldeth be thing honor to accompany the prince to the ball?"

He smiled totally into playing the prince. "I thank thee, Oh lovely damsel. Let us waltz the night away like lovers in the night.~"

"Lead on thy noble steed!" You said with a overdramatic curtsy.

You had to try not to burst out laughing yourself as he lead you off to your fifth or sixth dance in a row now as some other members of the music department played a romantic violin and piano duet. Another slow dance is what he gave you as you laughed but just now realized exactly how wobbly and sore your legs were from standing in these uncomfortable heels for so long. The notion only made you grip onto Tengen tighter.

He noticed giving a glance to your hands holding onto him before looking back to you. "Are you alright there? I'm not doing anything to make you uncomfortable am I?"

You blinked at him for a moment before chuckling at the sweet sentiment. Aw. He was so sweet sometimes. "It's perfectly fine..Uh. But there's one thing you should know."

"What?"

"I lost feeling in my feet and my legs are about to give out."

As soon as you said that you staggered a bit, thankfully he grabbed you in an instant and pulled you to him. "Whoa there! Sheesh. I guess you weren't kidding about those shoes actually hurting huh?"

"What do YOU think?"

"Um...Do you just want to go and get another drink before the night ends?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. Food's good."

The rest of the walk was thankfully uneventful. With help from him you managed to get back to the table and was able to sit down again giving your incredibly sore feet a rest as you hissed and winced at the throbbing soreness from dancing in shoes that pinched you for so long. A few seconds later Kyojuro handed you over another cup full of that pink fruit punch with a smile.

"Thanks, Kyo." You gratefully took it from him feeling your throat getting dry already.

"Of course!" He smiled brightly at you. "Rest up a few minutes and then we'll go!"

You stopped gulping down the drink in your mouth to raise a brow. "Go?"

He nodded. "But of course! We're taking you out for dinner as well! Tengen painted a mural for a four star restaurant nearby and they owed him a favor! He managed to reserve us all a big table  for dinner tonight!!"

Your jaw dropped at the notion of it. "Dinner too? This is all too much."

"Not at all!" He winked at you. "This is just a Valentine's Day for you to remember! We'll go once you're ready."

That was ten minutes ago. Now you were smooshed between Giyuu and Sanemi in the back of Obanai's old van with a few other of your friends while Kyojuro was driving everyone else in his own car. The plan was to have dinner and then drop everyone off at home before midnight. Sounded fine to you. It was getting late but not late enough to calm it a night yet so dinner at the restaurant sounded nice.

The drive was dark and Obanai offered to put on your favorite music on the way over which was kind of him. The restaurant Tengen had decided on was a fancy restaurant with those chefs that cooked your food in front of you. Definitely a place Tengen would pick out considering how fancy or 'flashy' it was. What ended up happening was that the enormity of your group meant that everyone had to split between two tables and chefs but no one seemed bothered. You were more bedazzled by the chef expertly tossing up knives only to catch them again. Cooking the best tasting steam striped and sushi you've ever tasted right in front of you, and letting yourself get lost in how DELICIOUS their chocolate cake was when you ordered it.  You tried to cover your share of even leave a top but once again your hand was lowered by Tengen once you dug your card from your purse.

"No, no, no." He shook his head with a smile holding up his own hand where a card was held between two of his fingers. "I am paying for EVERYONE here.~ So you just put that card away and let us spoil you tonight.~"

He didn't even let you pay the tip despite offering, so you had no choice but to allow them to pay for you before leading you back into the car to drop you off at your own home. 

"So, did you have a good time?" Shinobu asked from the front seat next to Obanai as he drove nearing your home which was two streets away now. 

You nodded beaming with a bright smile on your face. "I think I can honestly say this was the best date of my entire life! I had so much fun with all of you! Thank you!"

"Don't mention it," Obanai mumbled slowly coming to a stop at a stop sign before turning the steering wheel sideways to turn onto your street. But his face was a pink again. "It's the very least we could do." The old beat up van slowly pulled up to a stop in front of your house before stopping. 

You were home. With a smile you leaned up in your seat before patting Iguro on the shoulder making him jump in surprise. "I do mean it, Iguro. Thank you all. Oh. And thanks for driving me home."

The green yellow eyed man didn't say anything back as you slowly excited the van hissing still from the soreness of your feet and holding up your dress to keep it from dragging against the ground. But you were confused when Giyuu got out of the van with you.

"Let me walk you to your door."

"Oh. It's ok."

"I insist. Besides you could accidentally call on the ice walking in those things." He gestured to your heels.

".... That's a fair enough point."

Clinging to one of Giyuu's offered arms, he helped you wobble walk on VERY sore feet up the driveway and up your steps before stopping at the door and you smiled at him. 

"Tell everyone else thank you for me. Ok? I mean it. I really had fun tonight."

He simply nodded. "I will. Will you be ok?"

"I will be as soon as I get out of these heels." Giyuu blinked as you suddenly hugged him giving a tight squeeze before backing away to dig through your purse and pulling out the keys. He said nothing as you unlocked the door and opened it. "You guys drive safely. Ok? It's still pretty snowy out. I can't wait to go on our second date soon."

Giyuu froze going wide eyed as you disappeared inside. "Second date?" You didn't hear him as the door had already closed.

He stood there for a out five seconds staring off into space before he stiffly turned on his heel and walked back to his ride home. Slowly climbing in as everyone looked at him...Sanemi nudged his side as he kept staring off into space.

"So what'd she say?"

"....She Wants to go on a second date-"

The van lurched to a stop as Obanai whipped around to look at the back seat wide eyed.

"SECOND DATE?!"

*****

[sonknuxadow]

people saying that sonic racing crossworlds is gonna be a crossover between all the different sonic continuities just feels like a repeat of people saying sonic prime is gonna be a crossover between all the different sonic continuities

[dykerory]

every time i bring up cobra kai with tumblr user willowcrowned she brings up the episode of community where they put on a karate kid stage play with annie as daniel and chang as miyagi.

[evergardenwall]

nvm 2025 is not my year.... I'm really going to show up to my exams without having studied for them + sick + sleep deprived like. i'm truly fucked. and my cold is getting really bad and I don't know if I'm even going to function at least a little liiiike my brain isn't working and I might be doomed

[jusiri]

Love people using the live action atla as an excuse to draw White Katara and Sokka

I mean, obviously its totally fine, because after all, thats what the actors look like!

That means theres nothing at all wrong with this now :)

And like, Katara's actor is paler than OG Katara, so its alright to make her skin just white, as well as take away all indigenous features, and give her a stereotypical White Girl Face

No problems at all, thats all totally cool!!

[meatlessmcmuffin]

twitter suspends me for "violent speech" seconds after i make a joke about tapeworm physiology but the overwhelming amount of people who responded to wednesdays shooting by blaming lewistons somali community are just fine? fuck offff

[orcelito]

Feel like I am absorbing as much as my father after his death as possible. I will carry on his Legacy. I will be the Biker (in time). I am already the weapon collector (though with knives, not guns). I even have accepted owning a minions mug, something I swore would never happen (I hate those fucking things), just bc it makes me think of him.

Maybe he's gone now, but I'm gonna make damn sure to live a continuation of his life... just in my own way, lol

[globodamorte]

my dearest self with malice aforethought was INSANE

[wolkewatcher]

realising i had at least one 'public' breakdown a.k.a randomly starts crying uncontrollably at school or in public transportation omw from school every academic year during highschool and they didn't just start randomly happening in form 4 oops!

[man-squared]

Oddly, I had something similar. Doctors/nurses saw something in one of the ultrasounds and told my parents I was a boy because of it.

My parents had a baby shower, and they got a lot of "boy" stuff (literally just blue stuff from what I remember them telling me).

It wasn't until another visit when either the person doing the check up mentioned "girl," or my parents said something about me being a "boy" and that was "cleared up," so they were having a girl . . . Or so they thought (and still do I guess).

Anyway, my name was supposed to be Nate Isaac, and I have no idea why I never tried out the name.

I'd be real interested in any similar stories from others just because I find it so fascinating (and kind of funny that ... yeah, sex/gender isn't that easy for professionals either).

super curious today about how people feel toward the names they might have been given. apparently i used to ask my mom about my “boy name” several times a week and get really sad i couldn’t have both my given name and that name. being trans this is hilarious to me now so wondering

also curious how this intersects with being trans!! i feel like my fixation with it definitely had a lot to do with that, so idk add in tags? if you feel like being trans makes you more/less curious about it

[prettyboykatsuki]

slow down | n. seishiro

✮ tags ; gn + afab!reader, fwb to lovers, implied dom reader, switching for the first time (kinda), unprotected sex, backshots, explicit smut, love confessions in the middle of sex, 18+

✮ wc ; 2.8k

✮ a/n ; im not taking questions at this time don't ask me anything. title from chase atlantic. dont say a word to me.

✮ synopsis ; when you ask him to fuck the sad out of you, nagi mostly does it because it's you.

but maybe it's worth doing again, if it makes you whine so pretty.

Something clicks.

It's weird. Nagi doesn't totally get why it happens now of all times. Figuring out he loves you mid-thrust seems silly, even for him.

It's not like this is the first time Nagi has ever had sex with you. He decided to fulfill your request of asking him to put in a little work while you hung out on shared day off.

He's used to the routine of you coming over to use him, more or less. He doesn't mind it at least. He doesn't think too deeply about it in general. Once you propositioned him to be your regular hook-up, Nagi couldn't find it in himself to voice a complaint.

Sex with you feels good, probably because being around you has always felt nice. You pamper him a little like Reo does, but you're... different, somehow. Nagi can't completely explain it. You have a different feeling to you like all of the ways you spoil him to you sort of come easy.

You said once that you like that you know what to expect with Nagi. It was easy not to hope or want for anything other than what you got.

He isn't sure why he's remembering all of this now. It's not the time. You're holding onto his pillow, muffling moans into it while you fuck yourself back on his dick and there are at least five things he should probably be more concerned with than what he's thinking about right now.

Maybe it's the same, really. He's still thinking of you. On the other hand that's all he ever does.

Nagi watches you, suddenly mesmerized by the view. He's not usually fucking you from this angle, but he can tell he's feeling you a lot deeper. The sex he's used to having is lazy and 'intimate' as you put it, too much for a hook-up. You're usually under his weight, or in his lap, or on your belly while he curls over you. You're usually the one controlling the pace, and if he is thrusting at all - he's usually doing it with his head totally empty. Chasing the pleasure with a mindlessness that feels comfortable. Cock heavy with need, thrusting into you - warm and wet, perfect around him.

The sex you have with Nagi is good, but above all it's comfortable. You come expecting him to get hard and do what you ask - which is easy.

This is not that.

But it's good. Maybe better. At the very least, new in a way he wants to explore.

You weren't even supposed to be having sex. Though that's usually the case - you'd told him before coming over that you weren't feeling quite up to it. You asked if it'd be okay if all you did was cuddle and of course it was.

Not wanting to have sex is one thing, but it was the abrupt difference in your mood that prompted his concern. You're usually upbeat and chatty - like to talk to his ear off even if he's not totally listening.

So it's weird when you crawl into his bed silent and almost moody, it's so obvious even Nagi can tell. And it worries him as is, but it worries him most when you get worked up enough to cry in front of him after he asks you what's wrong.

He's not usually good with stuff like that, so he uses the advice so he falls back on what he's used to. Asking if there's anything he can do.

You made a joke, between a sniffle. You could fuck the sadness out of me, I guess.

You weren't serious. But Nagi thought, well he could do that much. It doesn't bother him, since it's you and he has a day off. And it feels off to see you cry, so if he can get you stop - that'd be good.

Sex is different when Nagi is the one putting the work in. This is the delayed realization. He's never really thought about doing it - since the sex you have already is really good. He doesn't see the point in fixing what's not broken.

He likes it like this, he thinks. Even kissing you. It's fun, somehow. He's never seen you act like this before. Whining, sighing - something almost pitiful to you. You're expecting him to give up from what he can tell, at least from all the times you pull away from him—glassy eyed and giggly, asking if he's had his fun yet.

And honestly, Nagi is expecting it of himself too. He's done his job in making you feel better.

He's sort of surprised at how much he wants to keep going.

It feels good though. Euphoric. A sense of ego, he supposes. It feels good to know what he can do to you if he wants too, at any time.

He looks down at the evidence it and almost feels content.

You fuck yourself back onto him the second he moves and it makes him click his teeth just a bit. It bothers him somehow, in this specific instance. His hands find the soft flesh pudge of your hips and he thinks about how good you feel between his fingers as he holds you in place hard.

You wiggle yourself back against him desperately and in unconscious retaliation he pulls out completely. Your pussy gapes open at his absence - the first time he's ever seen inside. Swollen and sticky, fluttering as his thick cock lays against your cunt. Crystalline threads of pre-cum and arousal stick and cling to you both. Your pussy is glistening pretty under the low-lights, viscous threads of his own pre sticking against the hair of your pussy. Cocky red, tip ruddy and throbbing.

Nagi rubs against you tentatively. Pleasure guides him, his hips finding the right angle to thrust against you but not quite inside. He can hear the moan you bite into the pillow and feels a strange sense of contentment mix with vague annoyance. It'd be better if he heard you loud and clear.

"Nagi-kun," You breathe out. It's the first time he's heard you say his name like that.

Something inside him jolts. It's the same realization he had before. He should tell you before it slips away.

"Again."

A pause. Nagi ruts his hips, forcing it out of you. "Nagi-kun."

"That's it," He mumbles, to himself. "I like that."

You make another garbled noise - force your hips back up and Nagi pulls away again, not on purpose. Somehow, he doesn't feel like giving you what you want quite yet. You do this, back and forth until you whimper, head turned over your shoulders.

"Why aren't you fucking me?" You whine, words filtered through thick tears, voice riddled with frustration. "Fuck me, already."

"Mm,"

Nagi doesn't want to make you beg. But he likes this feeling - whatever it is. How you act when he holds you in his palm. Doesn't want to make you small. Rather, you are like this. Cute. Makes him want to see everything else you could do in reply to him. Even if it means you might nip at him, somehow - if it's you, it wouldn't be bad. He rubs his cock again against your swollen cunt, sliding it between your thighs too for good measure. Gripping your hips even harder he fucks inbetween them with a sigh - head of his cock catching on your clit.

You keep moaning his name when he makes you feel good. The harder he goes, the more he smacks his his hips against your ass - not quite relieving the pressure in your gut you just keep crying out for him. It's nice to hear. That's all it is, really.

"Not my thighs," You whine. Nagi takes a breath, pushing a hand through his hair.

"Where?"

You make a noise, looking over at him from your shoulder - scandalized. "Are you serious?"

He doesn't reply or react, just keeps still. You groan.

"Fuck my pussy," You say, wincing at your own voice. "Want your dick inside me."

"Call me Seishiro,"

You blink absently, another desperate cry "Seishiro-kun," You breathe, soft and gentle and sincere. Cute. "Fuck me. Please?"

He nods. Doesn't say anything in reply - just grabs your hips and leans forward - a hand next to your head. Keep himself steady, and keep you upright.

Raw dick slick from sliding against your sex, tip heavy with pre-cum - Nagi stuffs his cock inside you in one go. Your pussy stretches around him with ease, accommodates his ridiculous length like it's done it time and again. He's felt it before, felt you before - but it's the first time he's really noticing just how much effort it must put in to do it. Somehow, he finds that endearing too.

His cock, thick and heavy and wanting - aches as he bottoms out. Sticky heat swallows him whole, his waist melting against your own and making him weak. It always feels good, but it never feels this good. Never feels good enough that he makes a noise any louder than a breath.

But he moans this time - shivers as his fingers sink into the plush of your hips and he grinds the tip of your cock against the very edge of your cervix. Your knees go weak underneath him, you'd buckle if he wasn't there to hold you upright.

Another wave of arousal spills around the girth of his cock, and you squeeze down on him tight. Oh. You like that. He does it again, mindlessly. You grow wetter, more desperate. All pulsing waves of heat and desire, Nagi can feel your legs tense as you get stimulated from the inside.

"Keep your hips up," Is all he says as he lets go, moving his hand around your waist until his fingers brush your clit. You gasp.

"Seishi—hicc,"

Words lost, Nagi rubs a circle into the throbbing bundle of nerves. Twitchy, restless under his fingers - he's practiced in this. Good with his hands, he starts slow until he finds a place it gets easy for him to do without putting any tension on the rest of him.

You're shaking before him. Nagi places an absent kiss on your shoulder blade. You keep half-way saying his name, stumbling on the syllables and sounds when he makes you feel good.

"Fuck," You're falling apart. He can hear it. "Quit touchin' me like that. I'll cum."

"Then cum,"

"I don't want to cum like this,"

"Then how?" He says. A delayed sense of understanding. "Oh, you want to cum on my cock?"

You clench down on him hard. Huh.

"That's it? Is that why you won't cum?"

"Sei-kun," You're so whiny like this. "You're being extremely unfair today."

"Am I? Sorry." He isn't sure if he means that. "Is that what you meant? You want to cum while I fuck you,"

You frown, voice barely above a whisper. "...Yeah. So quit it already,"

Nagi pulls out and you breathe a sigh of relief before he slams right back in. You almost scream, mouth fallen open. "Just tell me next time. It's fine."

Again. Your words die as soon as he moves. This was the right pace. The right everything. He can tell because your pussy keeps fluttering around him, slick walls trembling so violently each time he slides in and out. Gripping onto the hard length of his cock like you don't want him to pull out completely. Each time he gets close to doing so, you suck him in further. Milk his cock for all it's worth, his balls feeling suddenly heavy and tight. He moans in pre-emptive, at the thought of how good it's gonna feel unloading it in you.

"You feel so good." He says, appreciative. You whimper again. "Ah, see? It's so tight. Does it feel good for you?"

"Feels so good. Love when you fuck me Sei,"

Love. His thoughts loop back around again to what he was thinking about at the start.

"You feel good to me. Really good." And then, not thinking about it at all. "I love you,"

You tense, looking over your shoulder - looking out of it, dazed. Unsure. "W-what?"

"Huh? I said I love you,"

"S-Seishiro?"

Your pussy grinds down on him again. You liked hearing that, huh?

"I love you," He says, and you whimper - audible. "I wanted to tell you before."

"Sei—"

...!

He stops again before picking back upon a brutal pace almost instantly. It feels right. No mercy as he pounds his cock in and out of you - suddenly feeling like something's possessed.

Your hands reach back to try and push him out but they're so weak it's almost ticklish.

"Sorry. Later," He says, fucking you with every ounce of effort he can finds - rubbing your clit with nasty precision. Each moan sounds punched out of you, breathy and high. "You're so cute."

And you are, Nagi thinks. He's starting to understand. You're cute in a different way that everything else cute is. That's special to you. It's all so cute to him.

You repeat his name again and again. Nagi never gets sick of hearing you say it somehow. He wonders why it only just clicked that this is something he can have. He wishes he would've figured it out sooner.

"Sei," You say, mindless - unthinking. He can feel your whole body tighten, tension making your limbs wind back. Fingers clawing in the sheets, toes curled up, spine curving into a 'C' as the pressure in your gut slowly unravels and throbs around him.

Nagi keeps pace - multitasking well enough that you don't falter. Laser-focused, he wants to know what it's like to make you cum from his own hands. His own ego. He wants to know how you feel underneath when your body gives out from pleasure - in the same way he wants other things. Completely selfishly, a hunger gnawing in his gut as you get close to the edge. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow, doesn't falter. He pounds into you as you gasp and tremble without a sense of mercy.

Raw desire burrows itself into his chest and blooms inside the space between his bones. His eyes almost hurt from how hard he focuses.

Finally, you call his name once more - your cunt spasming relentlessly around him. Hot, so hot - his dick almost hurts from how hard he wants to cum before you.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck—cumming, I'm cumming!"

Nagi groans as you cum. His cock nearly slips out from how hard you pulse around him, waves of your own cum and arousal frothing around the base of his cock from how hard he fucks you. A wet liquid sprays against his thighs as he bottoms out while you ride your high. His own body gives up on holding back as soon as he feels you cumming.

Two thrusts more and he's spilling his seed into you full. Hot, thick ropes of cum paint your insides white as he pants. He almost collapses over you, the both of you breathing hard from exhaustion as the high starts to cum down. He can barely think.

It's annoying he's still hard, but he's not quite tired. He hasn't gone soft.

"Nagi-kun,"

"Seishiro," He corrects. You look over your shoulder at him in surprise. Nagi looks back plainly.

"Uhm. Right. Seishiro-kun. Did you...did you mean to say that?"

"What? That I love you?"

"Yeah. Or was it a heat of the moment thing?"

"Huh? Why would it be that?" He says, earnestly confused. For someone reason this makes you giggle. "I meant it. I just figured it out."

You pause. "...While we were having sex?"

"Huh? Yeah. You were really cute like that."

"What the—did you call me cute?"

"Yeah. Do you not like that?"

"I didn't—It's not that I didn't like it but it's... I would've never imagined you saying it to me,"

He wonders why. You're plenty cute. It's just that Nagi only recently really figured out what the word was. He shrugs. You chuckle.

"What were you going to do if I didn't like you?"

He pauses. "I didn't think about it. Do you not like me?"

You laugh harder this time. "That's so like you. I do like you, Sei-kun. I love you too,"

"Then it's fine," He hums., noncommittally. You giggle.

"I guess so."

A pause. Nagi loves the warmth of your body under him. He wants to keep cuddling but something bugs him.

"Can we go again like this? It won't go down."

...

"... Seriously? Normally it takes you a minute."

"I think it's cause you said you love me." Nagi adds.

"Oh my god. Did I just unleash something in you? You've never acted like this before, like ever."

Nagi shrugs. It'd be good to get use to it now, he thinks.

"Maybe. Can't we?"

You squirm underneath him and Nagi feels himself twitch. Your face warms. See? You're plenty cute, he thinks.

"...I guess it's fine."

He nods. "I wanna do it while looking at you this time. Okay?"

"God. Sure. Okay."

[aro-aizawa]

SABRINA I LOVE YOU

[phagodyke]

i will ALWAYS be salty abt the ed-sheeranification of one ok rock (one of my fave personality-building anecdotes i explain at parties to ppl getting to know me) but the fact is that takas voice is soooo hot he could sing the words on the back of a milk carton to the tune of a t*ylor sw*ft song + id probably still listen to him. sorry

[earlysunshines]

love at your door

minatozaki sana x fem!reader

synopsis: you wake up on the couch to find out that it’s actually not your couch and oh my god why is your hot neighbor sitting across from you watching tv???

warnings: sana is a FLIRT ; reader is a loser ; sana is a losersexual ; pacing is iffy but it’s bc i wanted it to be short ; alcohol ; anything else i didn’t mention ; not proofread so prob spelling errors idk i wrote most on my phone

a/n: based off the time i got drunk and fell asleep in the wrong room… anyways my love for sana will NEVER DIE guess who’s BACK.

you wake up with a groan, face smushed against a cushion that's definitely not yours, and the first thing that hits you—aside from the dull pounding in your head—is the faint sound of a tv playing in the background. 

slowly, you crack your eyes open, blinking against the morning light. you finally realize you’re not in your room, and the couch you're sprawled out on… also not yours.

you sit up too quickly and regret it immediately, head spinning, the room around you momentarily blurred. but then it sharpens, and your heart nearly stops when you spot her. sana, your neighbor—your gorgeous, gorgeous neighbor that you’ve been eyeing since you moved in—sitting across from you on her armchair, completely unbothered with her legs tucked underneath her, eyes fixed on the tv but clearly aware you’re awake now. 

she’s holding a ceramic mug in one hand, and for some reason, that little detail makes everything so much worse.

because—how did you end up here?

you glance down at yourself and, of course, you’re still in your luigi costume from last night. the tight green tank top clings to you under the denim overalls (one strap purposely loose and falling off your shoulder because you’re desperate for attention in these trying times) which you had decided to wear in some ill-fated attempt to look “hot” while still committing to the theme. you had succeeded, at least you think, judging from the compliments you vaguely remember through the drunken haze of the halloween party. but now, under sana’s gaze, you suddenly feel a lot less confident about it.

“jesus christ,” you mutter, rubbing your temples, trying to piece together what happened. “what—”

“morning sleepy,” sana says, finally looking over at you, lips curling into a small, amused smile. “you came stumbling in after the party. i figured it was safer to let you crash here than send you back to your place like that.”

this has to be a nightmare.

her voice is casual, like this isn’t completely mortifying for you. like this isn’t the exact scenario your sleep-deprived, engineering-major brain has dreamed up in countless fleeting moments when you’ve caught glimpses of her in the hallways (well, you figured you’d be in a less embarassing scene) but now it’s real, and your heart is thudding painfully loud in your chest, and you can’t decide if you want to disappear or if you never want to leave.

(the first option might be the smartest)

you clear your throat, pushing down the urge to bury your face in your hands. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t—i didn’t mean to crash here like that. i must’ve been drunk out of my mind i— fuck, nayeon, that bitch… im sorry my friends they’re—“

“don’t worry about it,” she waves off your apology, taking a sip from her mug, her gaze briefly dipping down to your outfit before flicking back to your face. “i never knew luigi could look this good.” she adds, a smirk playing on her face that renders you weak.

you feel heat rise to your face instantly, and you’re pretty sure it’s not just the aftermath of all the alcohol you consumed last night. her words hang in the air, teasing, but there’s something else in her tone that sends a jolt through you. something that makes you suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed you feel, the snug fit of the tank top and the way her eyes had lingered on your exposed skin just for a second.

“uh—” you start, but your voice comes out strained, so you clear your throat again, scrambling for a response. “thank you…?”

she grins at your awkwardness, a soft, almost mischievous smile that only adds to the rising tension in the room. “you’re welcome.”

you force a laugh, trying to ignore the way her gaze makes your skin tingle. “right, well… thanks for, uh, taking care of me. and not letting me do something even more embarrassing.”

“more embarrassing than this?” sana raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your discomfort. she gestures toward your outfit with a nod, and you can’t help but huff a laugh this time, the tension breaking just a little.

“point taken,” you mutter, swinging your legs off the couch to stand, only for a wave of dizziness to hit. sana’s on her feet in a second, steadying you with a hand on your arm, her touch gentle but firm.

“easy,” she murmurs, and you freeze, suddenly way too aware of how close she is. her hand lingers just a second too long, and when she finally lets go, you feel like you can breathe again—but it doesn’t stop your pulse from racing.

her eyes dart down to the base of your neck and the intensity of her gaze is amplified.

“quite a hickey, huh?”

“what?” you had to be drunk drunk. you can’t recall anything about kissing girls, you’re not the type to be like that when under the influence. “that’s— i can’t even remember.”

“had fun, didn’t you?” sana looks back into your eyes, making you shrink despite her smaller frame. you feel sorry, you want to apologize for something you can’t even remember—you have no clue why. she’s just your neighbor. she’s the neighbor down the hall that greeted you kindly when you had moved in to town. the same neighbor that you had to blink multiple times at before realizing she’s not a fairytale princess that’s creeped out of the books.

you glance at the door, needing an escape, even though a very large part of you doesn’t want to leave just yet. but standing in her living room in yesterday’s clothes with your head still buzzing is doing nothing for your nerves.

“i should, uh, probably go,” you say, pointing vaguely toward the door.

sana steps back, giving you space, but her expression shifts into something playful as she watches you. “right. but hey—if you ever need a place to crash again, my couch is always open.”

you blink, not sure if she’s joking or if there’s more to that offer. but before you can overthink it, you nod, mumbling a quick, “thanks, i’ll keep that in mind,” before heading for the door.

and just as you’re about to step out, sana calls after you, her voice teasing, warm. “hey, luigi.”

you pause, turning to look at her.

she leans casually against the doorframe, eyes glinting with that same playfulness, and she gives you a slow, once-over before her lips curve into a smirk. “seriously. never knew luigi could be this hot.”

your heart stutters in your chest, and all you can do is laugh, a nervous, breathless sound, before quickly slipping out the door, your mind buzzing as you head back to your place.

sana always caught your eye, but now… now you’re pretty sure you’re never going to stop thinking about her.

—

the whole day you’re quite literally losing your mind. as soon as you crash onto your bed when you get back home, you cringe at how much of an idiot you are, and at the fact that you accepted every single drink handed to you by nayeon.

and then the next day, you’re still replaying the entire morning in your head—how sana’s words lingered, the way her eyes had flickered over you with that teasing smile. it’s been driving you to distraction all day. you couldn’t focus during class, barely heard a word your professor said, and by the time your last lecture ends, you’ve come to a decision.

you’re going to do something about it.

(you’re undeniably an idiot, but everyone in your circle knows that anyway.)

so after class, you stop by the small flower shop near campus. it’s not something you’d typically do—flowers and chocolate, that’s so cliché, right? but somehow it feels like the right move. sana had caught you completely off guard yesterday, and maybe it’s time you do the same.

you have a small conversation with the florist, who recommends her favorite assortment of tulips. you don’t want to do too much, so you settle with yellow tulips, their petals delicate and bright. simple, but thoughtful (you hope).

next, you pick out a small box of chocolates, nothing fancy but enough to show you’ve put some real thought into this. because somehow, leaving things the way they were feels unfinished.

you can’t possibly just leave it like that, you can’t have the only real memory and meaningful interaction between you and sana consist of you flat out drunk and at a loss for words.

you’re already a loser as it is, and especially when sana is around—whether that’s when you two both end up at the mailbox together, with you losing the ability to speak when she simply smiles and compliments you; and also the simple greetings when you two arrive at around the same time on wednesday’s and thursdays (not that you take note of it—you definitely do). 

when you get home, you scribble out a short note on a small card:

hi sana,  

thanks for letting me crash on your couch yesterday. i’m really, really sorry. 

here’s a little something as a thank you. hope you like tulips.

and chocolate.

– luigi 

you read it over twice, fighting the nervous energy bubbling up inside you. it’s playful, casual, but maybe—hopefully—it’ll make her smile. you take the flowers, chocolates, and the note, placing everything neatly in a small brown paper bag before heading down the hall.

when you reach her doorstep, your heart is pounding. you place the bag gently on the ground, adjusting the flowers one last time so they look perfect. then, you take a deep breath and knock, firm but quick, before spinning on your heel and rushing back to your own place.

you barely make it through the door before the nerves fully hit. your heart races, and you lean back against the door, letting out a heavy breath. what if she doesn’t like it? what if it’s too much?

but before your thoughts spiral too far, you hear the faint sound of her door opening down the hall, followed by the quiet shuffle of her picking up the bag.

there’s silence for a bit before you hear the door close again, earning a sigh of relief.

if your friends were to find out literally everything that had happened in the span of less than forty-eight hours, they’d tease you until you had to move out again.

—

the next night, you’re at your desk, buried in the engineering assignment youve been given that same day. something about fluid dynamics, a dense problem set that has you scribbling equations and checking graphs on your laptop. it’s not exactly easy to focus—your mind keeps wandering back to sana, the flowers, the chocolates, and really just everything about her. every time you think about her, a small smile tugs at your lips, despite the headache that’s building from the workload.

then, out of nowhere, you hear a knock at the door.

you blink, glancing at the clock. you’re not expecting anyone, and for a second, you wonder if you imagined it. but when the knock repeats, you push your chair back, setting aside your notes. still a little distracted by the assignment, you take your time getting up, stretching briefly before finally heading to the door.

when you open it, there’s no one there. just silence, the hallway empty. but as you glance down, you spot something on the floor—a folded piece of paper. your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but grin as you bend down to pick it up, already knowing who it’s from.

you unfold the note, and sana’s handwriting greets you:

so, you’re kinda cute even in that luigi costume—i couldn’t stop thinking about you

(i think you’re cute in uniform and not) 

though i have to ask—what’s with the hickey? did luigi have a little too much fun?  ;)

anyway, i liked the flowers. i liked the chocolates too. 

but i think i like the person giving them more.

you should come over in five minutes if you’re not too shy. i mean, you weren’t that shy the other night ;)  

– sana <3

your face heats up instantly as you read the hickey line, hand instinctively reaching to touch your neck. there’s no way, right? you don’t remember—

then it hits you. fuck. it wasn’t a hickey. nayeon had bullied you about how you ran into something that night at her party, some broom? wall? maybe momo elbowed you? or something. you’re not the type to just fuck random girls, not when you’re loyal to your neighbor that you utter maybe three sentences a week to if you’re lucky. but the thought of what had happened that night isn’t even important because now your mind’s racing, thinking about how sana’s teasing you. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you all giddy and nervous.

you reread the note, feeling that familiar nervous excitement grow. come over in five minutes if you’re not too shy. your pulse picks up. there’s no way you’re saying no to that.

without bothering to change out of your hoodie and sweats, you grab your keys, locking the door behind you as you head down the hall. your heart’s still racing, and your mind’s swirling with a mix of nerves and anticipation as you stop in front of sana’s door.

when she opens it, she’s standing there with that same playful smirk—sultry, seductive, and somehow so cute at the same time. her eyes gleam like she already knows exactly what’s going through your mind. 

"took you long enough," she says, stepping aside to let you in, her voice warm, teasing. "for a second, i thought you’d be too shy to show up."

you huff a laugh, shaking your head as you walk inside, glancing around her apartment again. “i’m– i’m not.” it sounds unconvincing, but the woman in front of you thinks it’s adorable.

she quirks a brow, then smiles at that, closing the door behind you. "good to know." she says, handing you a small glass of wine and suddenly everything is a little bit too intimate. 

the two of you end up sitting on her couch, the tv still softly playing in the background like it had been the other morning. the conversation flows easily—there’s that natural comfort between you now, even with the teasing tension that lingers under the surface.

she talks about herself and you talk about yourself too, piquing both your interests. small talk grows into something bigger and you two enjoy the newfound information you’re both learning about each other. you’re breaking the ice, maybe easing into the cold waters in comparison to splashing into it.

“so, about that hickey,” she says, leaning back into the couch, her grin widening as she glances pointedly at your neck. her leg crosses over the other and she holds the glass in her hand near her lips, a small smirk tugging at one corner. “i’m just saying, it looks a little suspicious.”

you roll your eyes, your face heating up again. “it’s not a hickey. i swear.”

“uh-huh,” she teases, clearly not letting it go. “sure it’s not.”

“apparently i hit a broom or wall—something like that.” you shake your head, laughing lightly, but there’s an undeniable pull between you two. 

the way she looks at you, the way her smile lingers a little too long, and the way her knee brushes against yours every now and then—you have to hold yourself back from saying and doing a lot of things. it’s in the way her voice lowers when she speaks, soft and reeling.

you spend the next hour just talking, laughing, sharing random stories about classes, her teasing you about your engineering homework, and you teasing her back about her terrible taste in tv shows. every time she smiles or laughs, it feels like a small victory, something you want to keep chasing. and every time you speak her eyes are in deep contact with yours, spiking your heartrate without fail.

eventually, the conversation lulls, and there’s a moment of quiet where she looks at you, her eyes softening just slightly. “you know,” she murmurs, “i’m really glad you came over. this… was nice.”

“yeah,” you say, smiling back, your heart racing in your chest. “it was.”

“i always thought you were really cute,” she says before sipping on her white wine, “but i’m not a chaser.”

“is that right?”

“unless you count me responding to your apology, then yes.”

you laugh, setting the empty glass down. 

“well,” you begin, biting your lip. “i like to pursue.”

“quite forward isn’t it?”

“you invited me over for wine, it doesn’t get more forward than what you’ve brought to the table.”

“is that so?” sana hums, tilting her head. she bites the inside of her lip, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “i think it can get more forward.”

your breath hitches in the slightest and you can tell sana’s noticed when she lets out that signature chuckle. 

“well, i think it’s time to end the night. you were working on assignments prior, no?” you frown at the suggestion.

“i— yeah, you’re right.” 

there’s a knowing smile on her lips, but you ignore it and stand up with her as she walks you to her door. 

“i had a great time pretty girl,” she puts her hand on your forearm while saying it, her touch burning your skin. “hopefully we can be much more forward next time.”

you laugh. “i like the sound of that.”

“mhm, goodnight.” she says, grinning at you before meekly closing her door.

you purse your lips before walking down the hall and reaching your door. your hand lingers on the doorknob before you turn it and head in, feeling a sense of regret.

…

sana hears a knock at her door ten minutes later, turning off the sink and drying her hands before walking over to see what’s up. 

the moment the door opens and sana sees you standing there, the look on her face is priceless.

“what—” she starts, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused, but before she can finish, you step forward, your hand reaching out to grab her forearm gently. you pull her just a little closer, your heart pounding as you look at her.

“i want to be more forward,” you admit, voice low, the question hanging in the space between you.

for a second, she just stares at you, wide-eyed, before a soft laugh escapes her. she gets it now. “oh, we’re moving pretty fast, aren’t we?” she teases, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “take me out to dinner.”

you grin, and she hesitates for a beat, but then she nods, and it’s enough—enough to send your pulse racing, enough for you to lean in. before you can close the distance, though, her hand comes up, fingers lightly brushing the base of your neck, and you feel her shiver as she touches you.

“you say that like,” you pause, observing the surprise and allure in her features. “like you didn’t eye-fuck me the other night.”

her cheeks flush as her fingers linger on your skin, and you catch the way she bites her lip, trying to hide her own smile. you don’t wait any longer.

you lean in and meet her lips with yours, melting into it just as she does. 

it starts soft, just a gentle press of your lips against hers, but it quickly deepens as sana lets out a quiet, surprised sound that turns into something more—something she’s clearly enjoying a little too much. her hand moves to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer, and the way she kisses you back sends a thrill through you.

before you know it, she’s dragging you inside, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other guiding you back toward the couch. the door closes behind you, but you barely notice, too focused on the way her lips move against yours.

when you finally pull back for air, she’s breathless, grinning like she’s just won something. “you should’ve been this forward earlier,” she teases, her thumb brushing against the side of your neck.

“yeah?” you ask, a little breathless yourself, but you can’t stop smiling.

“yeah,” she murmurs, eyes flickering down to your lips before she leans in again, kissing you slower this time, savoring it. sana is a great kisser, the type of kisser that leaves you wanting more and more. after a moment, she pulls back, just enough to whisper, “maybe you should stay a little longer.”

you can’t help but laugh softly. “you sure you can handle that?”

“please,” she says, eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous look. “you weren’t that shy the other night.”

“well i was drunk and—“

before you can even finish your response, she’s kissing you again, and this time, you’re more than happy to let her pull you even closer.

[amermaidsecretdiary]

I'M QUITTING + MY VOID STATE SUCCESS STORY

Hello guys, it's been a long time since i have posted something or in general be active here which was mostly because of personal reasons (just focusing on myself), although one of them had to do with our community.

I personally joined loatumblr at the middle of 2022 (from a previous anonymous account i had) but i started posting much later. Back then, the community was at it's peak ngl. The bloggers and the way they explained stuff was honestly, at least for me, so helpful and enjoyable. After the end of 2023 - beginning of 2024 this community started dying. I really didn't like this since I loved scrolling through specific blogs and reading their posts. I tried to post some stuff to give a little bit of life in there and i guess it did help a little.

Quick note; Please don't get me wrong, i'm not saying that the current posts and blogs running right now suck.. what i'm saying is that this community used to be way more alive back then.

One of the reasons why this happened is because people applied and got what they wanted. So they logged off tumblr. When I realised that, I decided to seriously focus on loa and start applying myself. And i ended up manifesting some good stuff, and I was good with it. Although, after some time, i decided that i wanted to manifest a completely new life from scratch, which it was what i wanted to do from the first time i joined tumblr but i ditched that thought and ended up changing some stuff about my current life.

My goal back then was to enter the void state (which im pretty sure it was 95% of the people in here goal too), but i didn't understand it properly so i couldn't 'enter'. I ended up ditching it and manifested without it. But after some point, i did my research and fully understood the void state or better, pure consciousness. If you go through my blog, you won't see much stuff about pure consciousness because i choose to not talk about it in here. The way it is treated it loatumblr just pisses me off. If you post a void success story, people will immediately run to you and ask you basic stuff like 'how did u do it?' when all the information needed about it is already posted. People tend to see it as something 'huge' and believe they can't succeed in it which is bs. If you do a little bit of research on pure consciousness you will understand how simple it is. Although, even if the 'void state' is seem like something that people overcomplete this doesn't mean that you can not use it. What i'm saying is that there are some people who really dislike the concept of it and will recommend u not to try it. Look, everyone has their different opinions and beliefs but if you want to manifest your dream life in the void state, go ahead. After all, it found you for a reason.

So coming back to my experience, since it was always my 'dream' to manifest my dream life in the void state, i decided to do it now. I'm pretty good at lucid dreaming (i've been lucid dreaming 3 years now) i decided to tap into my pure consciousness during a lucid dream. So i did my usual routine, had a lucid dream in which i closed my eyes and found myself floating in a void. I affirmed that i have lucid dreams everynight and then i got out. I did this 4 days ago, and i have had around 3-4 lucid dreams every single night, without doing any practise at all. Also, i have been scripting my entire dream life and i'm preparing myself to finally experience it. I have decided to make a looottt of big changes but two of them are the 'biggest' for me; numb.1 i will manifest that i will completely forget about my current life (i will also not remember anything about the law, for personal reasons) and numb.2 i will go back in time around 30 years ago (again for personal reasons). I mentioned this to make it clear to you that i won't be able to post my 'success story' after manifesting it, since i will not remember anything about me manifesting stuff and also even if i did, i wouldn't be able to post it since i will not have access to tumblr or current technology in general. So my success story is this one. This days, when i find the right time for me, i will have a lucid dream as usual and tap into my pure consciousness again which from there, i will finally manifest the life of my dreams. So that's my final post you will see from me. I hope you all never give up and get what you want because trust me it's worth it and all this found u for a reason. If you really want it and you stay consistent, then it's all yours. My words can not describe the way i feel right now, knowing that i have my dream life right in front of me and i can just grab it and give it to myself anytime, after this big journey. Goodbye everyone :)