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gungarz · 2 years
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me copy and pasting work bc I graduated from the tiktok school of unemployment
get it together kara
the real original author is on @fleurio btw
subway stations | suguru geto
fluff! only fluff! i wrote this a while a go :) enjoy!
You see him three days a week late in the evening: Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays.
Today is no different, save for the change of season. Midway in winter on a Sunday, the city is covered in white; the weather bitter, numbing, and unforgiving. You make sure to hug your trench coat around your body tightly, blocking the crisp air from seeping through your clothing.
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gungarz · 2 years
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@/sugurie is a plagiarizer so be aware geto writers theyll most likely steal your works too. they’ve stolen @/fleurio’s works n blocked n prevented anybody from telling them so save your empathy.
REPORT AND BLOCK @SUGURIE
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gungarz · 2 years
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this account makes me laugh at how obsessed they are with this author it reeks of jealously. You want attention so bad I hope you enjoy being known as the loser who plagiarized lol
go support @fleurio who wrote this and bedridden lol
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subway stations | suguru geto
fluff! only fluff! i wrote this a while a go :) enjoy!
You see him three days a week late in the evening: Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays.
Today is no different, save for the change of season. Midway in winter on a Sunday, the city is covered in white; the weather bitter, numbing, and unforgiving. You make sure to hug your trench coat around your body tightly, blocking the crisp air from seeping through your clothing.
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gungarz · 2 years
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just to let everyone know this person blocks anybody who tells them they are a plagiarizer which is hilarious considering their bio. so hey guys go read this amazing fic by the author herself and many more wonderful works on @fleurio
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bedridden | suguru geto
just some morning sex with geto ;)
MDNI / first work posted here! please like and reblog to show appreciation 💗
He wakes up to the sound of music that’s as quiet as a whisper—so quiet that he assumes it’s just in his head. Thin rays of sunlight peek through the blinds of your shared bedroom and he shifts mindlessly so it no longer hits his face. He’s laid on his bare stomach, an arm underneath his pillow, the other beside his head, and long, raven hair sprawled behind him. Though, some loose strands tickle his cheeks and cover his eyes.
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