#SMIH
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COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Female Reader - Seven Minutes in Heaven
Details: Takes place during the killing game, timeline switched around, creative license taken to imply everyone is alive and has known each other for at least a few weeks and has had time to get to know each other. The threat of the killing game is still looming though. It’s also implied that the reader has a crush on the boy in each section however whether or not the boy is oblivious to that fact or feels the same varies.
Word Count: 5K Words
Warnings: SFW - fluff, probably mild angst, possible SDR2 spoilers
Intro:
Everyone needed a distraction. It was getting pretty hard for the group’s self-proclaimed leader, Byakuya, to keep their minds off of the threat of a potential killing game, and he wasn’t the most creative when it came to having fun. Unfortunately for him, having fun was probably the only thing that would help a gaggle of anxious, on-edge teens relax right about now. It’d been weeks without incident since that malicious-looking monochrome bear appeared and told them he expected them to kill each other for sport in order to go home, but nobody seemed to feel safe despite that fact. There was no cold hard evidence to prove this wasn’t some long, elaborate prank or social experiment, and two facts made them believe Monokuma’s words, made them believe they were in danger: first of all, they’d seen those “Monobeasts” blast their innocent, adorable self-proclaimed teacher Usami to pieces, and secondly, nobody from their lives back home had even attempted to contact or rescue them. With each day that passed, they trusted each other less, and the bags under their eyes grew darker. Yes, they needed to have fun.
A game was suggested. It was something simple, well-known to most of the group, even if they hadn’t played it since middle school or really at all. It would pass the time, and maybe create some romance or drama. Any feeling was better than impending doom and the fear of death.
Seven Minutes in Heaven: a game where two people go into a small room or cramped closet alone and have seven minutes to do anything they want to each other. Usually, the goal was the get handsy, to kiss or hug, to confess to someone, to make each other nervous, or to engage in casual romantic activities. It was supposed to be steamy and awkward, to put pressure on the two people. They would all randomly pick straws, and the two people who got the shortest straws would have to go in together while everyone else sat outside and timed their seven minutes. Knowing your peers were mere feet away outside the door only added to the tension.
The location was set: a small, cramped closet in the old building next to the hotel. It was dimly lit by an ancient yellow overhead lightbulb hanging on by a thread and had just enough room for two people once the abandoned supplies, tools, and cobwebs were scooted to the edges.
And so, the game began.
Teruteru Hanamura:
You were standing in the back of the dark closet, having been the first one chosen to play the game. Figures it would be you. Out of 17 students you picked the first short straw, and now waited patiently for whoever you'd be matched up with. It could be a girl, a guy, someone you hung out with often, or a weirdo you actively avoided. It was nerve-wracking knowing that if you embarrassed yourself, 15 people would be listening right outside the door, but on the bright side, at least no one could get away with killing you when classmates waited within earshot. One scream for help and your attacker would be caught, right?
It didn't take long for your partner to make themselves known, as the closet door busted open before you and was closed in a flash, barely giving you time to process what was happening and certainly no time to see who entered.
You were swarmed in an instant. A warm, soft body clung to your own and engulfed you in a flurry of hands. You were being poked and prodded and the excited mutterings and giggles gave away who this was immediately. You knew those salacious squeaks very well.
"Teruteru?" You grappled with him, grasping out in the dark for his hands to settle them.
"Ohoho~ yes, my queen?" The flirtatious chef snickered, fighting off your attempts to calm him. Queen? Given your little secret crush on the Ultimate Cook, you would've blushed if you didn't have the knowledge that he spoke to everyone like this.
"N-now just hold on a second! Wait!" You squealed, ticklish in odd places and your heart racing at your luck. You often spent time with Teruteru as he seemed harmless, and he made you laugh with his antics. You never meant to develop feelings for him, and sometimes you swore it was just infatuation because he gave you attention and could be quite charming, but regardless here you were, feeling this way. "Don't you wanna slow down, take our time a-and make the most of our seven minutes?" You sputtered, trying to appeal to a sense of reasoning you didn't really know Teruteru to have.
"Huh...?" To your surprise, he halted all movement, seemingly confused by your words. You were just as shocked to get through to him at all. Soon the closet was quiet, filled with just the sound of two souls breathing.
"What's wrong?" You gulped.
"Well... I entered fully expecting to be kicked out expeditiously... either that or you would make a break for it, so I figured I would try to rush in and at least get something out of this experience," he spoke candidly. It was true that he was someone used to rejection, to being an object of repulsion. He probably expected you to be like everyone else.
"But, Teru... I mean… you and I hang out all the time. Do I ever treat you like that?" You posed the question, a bit hurt that he thought of you the same way as everyone else after you’d put what you thought was a lot of time and attention into building a friendship with him.
"Hmmm... I suppose not... but this is something different altogether. I - wait a second! Are you saying you want to do this with me?" He sounded astonished, incredulous. His hands trailed down your arms to take your own in a gentle grasp.
You felt your face heat up, your pulse in your throat, like maybe you'd been too frank, too honest. Maybe your little crush was being worn too plainly on your sleeve.
"Umm... I mean, well..." you chuckled nervously. You could almost feel his smirk, the little devilish rosiness creeping up his cheeks.
"Well, well, well, it looks like my little sous-chef has been hiding something from me. All this time, I never would've guessed~ I thought you were just tolerating me," he teased. You squirmed as he ran his hands up your arms then down the sides of your waist. "Looks like I need to give you some private, one-on-one cooking lessons more often~"
Byakuya Twogami
Cramped even further into the already tight closet by his rather robust figure, you stood there looking up at Byakuya, feeling rather small and exposed, vulnerable. He looked down at you with his arms crossed confidently over his chest. This was a condescending look and stance that he often displayed. It made you feel even more inferior this close up.
"Let's be very clear here. I volunteered to go first for one reason and one reason only: as the leader of you braindead group of cretins, it is my duty to keep up morale so you don't all completely lose it. A true leader," he sneers, "leads by example. I'm tired of seeing you lot run around depressed and terrified so here I am, to save the day as usual. If this silly game makes you all stop whining, I’m willing to lower myself to your level for the night." He rolls his eyes, an expression you can only just barely make out in the dim warm lighting.
"Oh... yeah, I know-" you are promptly interrupted as he continues, blonde hair moved casually out of his face and properly back into place.
"This is beneath me and my breeding: this musty, disgusting closet, this silly child's game, this island, but I know you'd all fall apart without me so here I am. I don't intend to participate in any activities beneath me in this closet here today, however. I simply refuse."
"Yeah... I suspected as much," you twiddled your fingers nervously, looking down at the ground, attempting to get the sentence out once more. "I figured you volunteered for those reasons, and not because you saw it was me coming in here first... that would be too good to be true," you spoke shyly, voice breaking. You really admired Byakuya and the immense pride and status that he carried with him. You found him attractive even though he was extremely intimidating.
A shade of pink dusts over his cheeks at the implication behind your words, his eyes widening under his spectacles for just a beat before he took on that nonchalant, confident expression once again. He couldn't let the facade fall, not for anything or anyone.
"Well then," he cleared his throat, a little too awkwardly for someone of his usual poise, "I'll allow you to admire me. It's not like I'm unused to praise and reverence... envy even..." His voice trails off and he holds one large hand out to you as if you were a peasant expected to kiss a king's ring before being allowed an audience.
For a second you didn’t know what to do, heart racing wildly in your chest. You felt like no matter what you did, you'd mess up, earning a scolding from him, an insult perhaps... but why did even the idea of that excite you so much?
Body shaking, you leaned down, took one of his hands in both of yours and kissed his knuckles. He tried to hide any and all instinctual responses but you felt him stiffen up, his knuckles flexing at the touch. The skin there was unexpectedly rough... not the pampered, soft hands of Togami nobility you'd anticipated. You didn't linger on the thought though, too anxious to see his reaction. Pathetically, you kissed him now on his wrist, agonizingly slow. It was more out of embarrassment then trying to be a tease, however, he was getting impatient all the same. He felt himself sweating over a certain emotion for the first time in forever.
"Oh for the love of-" he scoffs, ripping his hand out of your grasp, "You're embarrassing yourself." He spoke curtly. Roughly, he grabbed onto your shoulders firmly with both hands, pulling you into his chest. With a fervor that frightened you, he took control, crushing his lips skillfully onto yours.
Gundham Tanaka
When Gundham Tanaka burst into the closet with zeal and anything other than an expression of displeasure on his face, you immediately knew he was there under false pretenses. He was the last one who would want to rush into this game, to want to have anything to do with it, so the fact that he was clearly entering by choice told you everything you needed to know. This man was clearly confused. You couldn't help but chuckle as he slammed the door closed behind him, leaving you two alone with a little privacy.
"I see I got here not a moment too soon! The imp Hiyoko Saionji let slip that this unassuming closet in fact contains a portal to the Nether and revealed you'd gotten yourself trapped in here with no way to escape! Of course, only I, Gundham Tanaka, can resist the energetic pull of a Netherworld rift! Fear not, foolish mortal, I am here to save you!" You let him rant, shaking your head at the theatrics. You found his outbursts so entertaining, his personality cuter than even his soft hamsters.
"Gundham... I fear you've been tricked," you sigh, taking a step back to give him some space. "This is a game, there is no portal... but unfortunately, it looks like neither of us will be having any fun." You spoke dejectedly, seeing as you truly would've loved indulging in this game with someone as attractive as Gundham. He was dark and mysterious, with a sexy deep voice and amazing hair. He was kind to animals and such a unique character. Truly one of a kind. How could you not fall for him? "I refuse to play now, knowing that you didn't consent to this. I'm sorry they roped you into thi-" Your words were halted as another thought crashed into the previous one impulsively like a train off its rails. "Wait a second... why would you come save me? You came in here... to rescue me from danger?" You smiled, a big, cheeky grin.
"Think nothing of it, fiend. I would've done the same for any mortal here!" He blushed and stuttered, hiding his face in his purple scarf. "Do not look at me like that! I feel accursed by your gaze alone!"
"No... no you wouldn't," you giggle. "You actively avoid us all. You've been a loner since day one." You step closer, emboldened by his response, by the words you were reading from in between the lines.
"You... you're less insufferable than the others. Nothing more, nothing less." He crosses his arms, a violent red covering his normally corpse-toned face. With a gasp, you look down in surprise when you feel the skittering of claws and fur brushing up your arm. One of the Dark Devas, small and swift, clung to your sleeve and made its way up to your shoulder, buying its master time and a distraction. It presses its little lips to the side of your cheek as if to mimic a kiss as best as it could, rubbing its tiny claws into your skin playfully. It looks up at its master with shiny, telling eyes. He knows exactly what it means to convey, a savant of animal behavior. "It seems you've earned the blessing of one of the most powerful beings to walk this plane of reality. Rejoice and feel blessed that he approves, for the opposite reaction is far more common and fatal!" He was back to his performance again it seemed.
"And..." you feel more confident than before, knowing Gunhdam took the opinions of his hamsters extremely seriously, "what about you? Do you approve?" You took his cold, bandaged hand into yours gently, looking for his consent, for him to let his walls down just enough to allow you to do more. You wanted more.
Nekomaru Nidai
This closet was tiny, criminally so when you considered its newest occupant. You found yourself crushed between a dusty wooden wall and the largest, firmest pectorals you'd ever seen. You were sweating profusely, a nervous mess. Most people slowly got to know their crush, observed from afar, had lunch and chit-chat maybe, and here you were, suddenly pressed flush up against the steel-like muscles of the object of your desires.
"Why do you look so... worked up, (Y/N)?" Nekomaru grins genuinely down at you, oblivious of both your crush on him and how uncomfortably you felt about this forced skin-to-skin moment (probably because the man had never felt shame in his life).
"I- I'm not!" You squeal a little too defensively. You try to shuffle past him, closer to the wall, anything. It only serves to chafe, to make him readjust as well until you're even stickier and smushed than before.
"Anyways..." he continues heedlessly, "I don't really get the rules of this game or whatever." He stretches his arms upwards carelessly, easily hitting the ceiling. Your eyes can't help but rake over his flexing arms and lumbering frame.
"Well if you don't understand, then you can leave... I don't wanna make you uncomfortable," you state sympathetically, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your crush.
"Nah, everyone wanted me to play so I'll play!" He beamed. "I'm no killjoy. You just go first, maybe I'll pick it up and understand along the way!" He was so authentic, so sweet, and positive. You wanted to melt under his gaze.
"Are you sure?" You rubbed your forearms restlessly. He nodded enthusiastically. "Well... I've always liked the idea of being carried by a big, strong man... to feel dainty and.... small and... ohh!-" Before you could finish your thought you were swept off of your feet and scooped into a pair of secure, firm arms. You felt safe, impossibly tiny and protected.
"Like this?" He questions, obviously eager to please. Now level with his eyes this high off the ground, face-to-face with him, you were stunned into silence. His strong features, so unbelievably masculine and striking, hypnotized you.
"Yes..." You felt breathless, lost in a trance. You couldn't stop staring at his lips, at his intense eyes. "Just like that..." It's silent for a long while, and he tightens his grip on you almost instinctively. He feels the need to be your shield, to keep you to himself, and finds himself staring right back.
"I think I'm starting to understand... so, it's only fair that it's my turn now?" He speaks plainly, some glimmer of want in his eye.
Nagito Komaeda
You feel like a complete oaf, heart nearly bursting out of your chest. You were an agitated, sweaty mess, staring across the mere feet of space in the tiny closet into the eyes of a boy who had you cornered like a fox with a rabbit. You felt like prey, as his eyes, always mysteriously unreadable to predator-like, combed over you shamelessly. He was always up to something, and everyone knew it.
This had to be planned. Of all people, it had to be Nagito. Someone did this on purpose... they knew you had a huge crush on him and made sure he picked the second short straw. Someone wanted to see you squirm and suffer. Everyone here knew you weren't the type to be bold or romantic enough for this game. This wasn't for your benefit, to gently help you shoot your shot. This was rigged.
"It's like your thoughts are written all over your face, (Y/N)... They might as well be," he teases, backing up until you are cornered, crushed against the wall with only his slender frame to brace you. "I know you like me, (Y/N). There's no denying it." He knows using your name, hearing your name spill from his lips will drive you wild. The little shit. "You're a wreck right now," he chuckles fiendishly, feeding off of your energy and positively basking in it. "Just my luck, to be chosen at random to come in here with you~" He grins devilishly. "Well... drawing straws is child's play for my 'talent.' Oh well! You should probably make the best of it." He shrugs dismissively.
"So... you wanted this? You did this on purpose?" You were trying to glean the meaning behind his words, his true intentions, anything to make this situation less vexing. You tried to read his pale, beautiful features, begged him with glistening doe eyes to give you space or mercy. At the same time, you wanted him closer, to feel his touch. It was unbearable.
"Why are you fighting your feelings?" He spoke so casually, as if asking what time it was. How did he seem to know everything, all the time? "Are you embarrassed to like someone like me, for the others to find out?" He snorts, exhaling dangerously close to your face. He places one hand on the wall behind you, the other on your waist. "I can understand why. I would be embarrassed as well. I'm a nobody here. Everyone thinks I'm a weirdo and my talent is useless. However, seeing you flustered, riled up for someone like me... it fills me with a sense of hope."
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu
"Get off of me! I'll fuckin' kill you!" You are startled into the back corner of the closet as the second participant of the game stumbles clumsily in. Obviously having his small frame pushed forward none too gently, he's pissed off (not that this was a rare occurrence for him) and determined to give your classmates a piece of his mind. He screams threats of violence at the giggling teens who pushed him one last time before the door is slammed in his face. "I already said I'd play, you dipshits! You didn't need to fuckin’ shove! Next time you put your hands on me I'll cut them off!" He huffs, face red as a tomato.
"Um..." You're at a loss of what to say, and how to begin. It's not starting off well. He was in a foul mood, and it seemed you'd never get to indulge in the fun of this game with him. Upon hearing your voice, he is brought back into the moment and finally turns to face you.
"Oh great, it's you," he scoffs, determined to make someone, anyone hurt the way he was hurting. If he had to feel embarrassed and have his night ruined, so did you. A shiver of sadness ran down your spine. It was like a surge of palpable hurt. Why would he say that? Why did he feel the need to hurt you? You felt nothing but admiration and attraction toward him. You'd never judged him or pitied him for his height and baby face, never annoyed him on purpose or brought up the topics that others used to rile him up. In fact, you enjoyed your conversations with him and found him exceedingly handsome. It made it hurt twice as much, that he would so casually insult you. When he sees that flash of insecurity, of pain across your face, he instantly regrets his words. He blanches, mouth dropping open for just a second before he begins to backtrack in remorse. "Hey... don't look at me like that." He forces an airy snort. "I guess you're not so bad... I mean, you're way more normal than the rest of these weirdos we're stuck with." We? "Actually, after that story you told me in the market that one day about your dad, I'm starting to think we aren't so different..." He crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling. You perked up at that.
"You remember that? I didn't even think you were listening..." Your heart beats, and flutters with hope.
"Of course, I was listening. I'm not deaf, am I?” He rolls his eyes. “And like I said, you're not like these freaks. I don't mind spending time around you..." He sounded like he was fighting his own words, pouting. When he sees you start to grin sheepishly, he frowns. "Don't go getting a big head now just because I tolerate you!" He points at you in a warning way.
"Sorry! I'm sorry..." You cover your smile with your hands as you are unable to relax the muscles of your mouth.
"So what, are we supposed to make out now or whatever? Is that how I win?" He speaks as if this were some competition, yet another thing in his life where he must excel or be looked down upon, or bring shame to his family name. "I'm not letting any of these losers upstage me at a stupid child's game!" He huffs.
"Well, you don't have to do anything really..." You shrink into yourself, feeling silly and really exposed all of a sudden now that the actual game was supposed to begin.
"Nah, nobody is gonna call me a pussy," he snarls, marching two steps toward you with purpose until you have nowhere to go. You gasped in surprise as you were pulled into a fiery, forceful kiss that set your skin alight and left you dazed.
Kazuichi Souda
"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" The magenta-haired boy across from you was riled up, revving like an engine. He was practically drooling, shaking with anticipation and excitement in the low lighting of the dimly lit closet.
"Kazuichi, may I ask why you're so hyped up?" You couldn't help but giggle at the display before you. He licked his lips and sharpened teeth, restless and full of vigor like a male bird doing a mating dance to attract a female. He was so adorable when he was in good spirits like this, so hyper and oozing energy like the engines he tinkered with.
"Huh, what do you mean?" He smirks mischievously, but there is a hint of genuine, innocent confusion in his tone.
"Well, I'm only wondering why you're so excited. It's just a silly game, and it's just me," you scoffed playfully. You'd had a crush on the skillful and eccentric mechanic for a while now, but you'd never dreamed he would be this excited to show his feelings for you in return. Maybe he would be satisfied with any female classmate showing up in that closet that night, especially someone as regal as Sonia or perhaps someone who played hard to get like Peko, but you weren't used to boys giving you this type of attention and wanted to bask in it.
"Whaaa?" He sounded incredulous. "Just you? You're super hot, why wouldn't I be pumped? It's not every day I get to spend time alone with a hot chick, and you're super chill! I've always liked you! I think you're a ton of fun. Such a unique talent, too." He sticks his tongue out teasingly, almost daring you to play with him.
"Are you serious?" You can hardly believe his words. "Well... I really like you, too, Kazuichi... I think you're... 'hot' as well." You chuckle, cheeks warming up. His bravado fizzles a bit at that. He was certainly not used to that reaction to his advances. He suddenly feels quite sheepish, overly flattered, and it makes him want you even more than before. Your words are not the kind he hears often.
He was a flustered mess.
"C-can I... would you mind if I kissed you?" He stuttered, sweat beading on his forehead. You eagerly, enthusiastically nodded, wanting that and much more from him.
He endearingly, awkwardly pulls you in by your waist, slotting himself in so your bodies meld together comfortably. When his jittery lips press against yours they are a bit chapped, as were most body parts on a blue-collar tradesman. It was expected, but not unpleasant. It was what made him, him. He parted his lips and you mirrored him, deepening the kiss. You let your hand wander, playing with his hair until his beanie slipped off and onto the floor.
Hajime Hinata
Hinata was closed off, arms crossed, expression uninterested, dull, and neutral. It was no surprise to you. Hajime could certainly come off as the "Tsundere" type you'd read about in manga comics and see on TV shows. He never struck you as romantically inclined, more interested in practical things like trying to get off this island, or platonic conversations. He seemed to love making friends and all of your classmates liked and trusted him. He was the true neutral, often a moderator. People seemed to open up to him, but not romantically. He could be quite sarcastic or cynical at times but was reliable and kind. That's what you found alluring about him. He was handsome, with a wide chest and broad shoulders, a good height, and an attractive voice, but in a less shallow vein, he was also an ear to listen, an intelligent mind, and an excellent friend.
"They pressured me into playing. I assume they did for you, too. We don't have to do anything..." He shrugs and grumbles. His eyes seem to quickly dart between you and the wall. His Adam's apple bobbles once, twice. Little gestures betray his heart and mind. Maybe he wasn't as cool and collected as he seemed.
"What if we want to...?" You counter, unable to look him in the eyes for fear of rejection.
"...Well, do you?" He retorts, just as sharp-witted as always. He was terribly good at deduction, reasoning, and reading between the lines.
"I don't know... I played this game in middle school once but I guess since we are older, we know more... we do more? I don't know the exact rules."
"I don't think there are any rules." He takes a step closer to you, a glint of curiosity and interest in his eyes. "...Do more? How much are we talking?" You see something like intrigue arise in him, more awake than before. It seems like he wants to play... that he wants to play with you, but Hinata was not promiscuous, he was not one to chase skirts or flirt casually like Kazuichi and Teruteru. He wasn't one to engage in anything sensual or even mildly suggestive with a girl unless he truly had feelings in the first place. You started to wonder if maybe, after weeks of spending time exploring the island with him, getting to know him, your crush was mutual... "Well... we don't have much time." He looks you up and down, not so innocently. He bites the corner of his lip, thinking of what to do with such little time. He was effortlessly seducing you and he didn't even know it. He lowers down to the ground, sitting with his knees bent up.\
"Hajime?" You nearly whisper, puzzled by his actions.
"Sit." He doesn't need to ask twice. You sit beside him on the dusty floor of the cramped closet. You inhale sharply in surprise when his arms, much stronger than they appear, encircle your waist and pull you effortlessly onto his lap until you straddle him. Your face is inches from his, your warm thighs hugging his hips. "Is this fine to start?" He speaks in a new octave, lower than you've ever heard from him. A shiver runs down your spine.
"Of course..." Your eyelids feel begin to feel heavy, your head dizzy. Was this really happening?
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Hello! I finished SMIH not a long time ago and i love it so much! (even the angst REALLY killing me). I know that you wrote the lyrics and made the instrumental, and that cover of fifteen minutes if fame? you created that too? You surely have SO many talents i am in awe. I just wanna say thank you for writing all those elu fics. I love every single one of them. I'm currently reading the last one, the Hogwarts au. What a ride, thank you again <3
AHHHH thank you so so so much!!!! it makes me happier than you could ever know that people are still reading my fics years later :,))) especially smih that is my baby i put a godless amount of time and effort into that fic & the related aspects for literally no reason other than the fact that i’m genuinely insane hahahah 🤪 but thank you thank you i appreciate this message immensely & i am sending u so much love!! 💘
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GUESS WHO'S BACK? please welcome in a new era of minnaci. my theme and mlist organization have been updated! peep the updated pronouns >:3c
as a mini blogwarming, i'll be hosting a little slumber party! slip into your softest pajamas and feel free peruse the party below.
fandoms: genshin impact, jujutsu kaisen, honkai star rail, love & deepspace
EVENT CLOSED & COMPLETED.
SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN — matchups !!
let me play matchmaker! tell me about yourself— your green and red flags when you look for a partner, how you like to express and receive love, and anything else you'd like to add! i'll match you with a special someone for a steamy round of seven minutes in heaven in the pillow fort!
WHAT I NEED: an ask including your pronouns, gender of your match, fandom, and a little bit about you. feel free to use the prompts above, but don't be afraid to tell me more! the more you tell me, the better i will be able to match you.
WHAT YOU RECEIVE: a matchup + a round of smih with your new date >:3c
MASTERLIST
fawn × utahime iori
ven × dan heng
kendy × neuvillette
gray × lyney
reese × navia
pika × toji fushiguro
anon × cyno
julia × nanami kento
seb × kaveh
ophie × jean gunnhildr
rowan × zhongli
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POLAROIDS & PLAYLISTS— selfship !!
make new memories with your sweetheart! tell me about your favorite character / selfship— what is your favorite way to spend time with them? is there a song that reminds you of them? what props do you both pick for a photobooth?
WHAT I NEED: an ask telling me about your selfship! feel free to use the prompts above, or get creative and tell me the little details you're most excited about!
WHAT YOU RECEIVE: mini moodboard (images sourced from pinterest) + playlist!
NOTE: some images i use may be "faceless" images of couples. please let me know if there are physical features that you would or would not prefer to see. as an example, if you would prefer your selfship to be represented as an mlm couple, please specify that.
MASTERLIST
pluvi × jing yuan
iz × choso
niku × gojo
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TRUTH OR DARE — q&a!
got a burning question for me? feel free to ask it! for a dare, feel free to send me a 🐇 emoji and i'll show off a line from one of my wips!
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𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
warnings: explicit smut, aged up! itadori, use of alcohol, fem! reader, oral (both), casual sex, kinda sub! itadori, switch! reader, angst, more warnings will be added as i post the fics, just know it's mostly sex and a lil plot on the side lmao
pairing/s: itadori x reader, sukuna x reader, toji x reader, nanami x reader, geto x reader, gojo x reader
summary: you’re a motherfucking stargirl—the legendary y/n who somehow managed to get all these men wrapped around your finger, leaving a trail of broken hearts with a bag full of money.
a/n: this post is inspired by garoujo’s (love them sm <3) smih series masterlist !! another song inspired fics bc i'm still practicing lol. all of these are connected btw. i love this idea but idrk if i can execute it well so feedback and constructive criticism would be nice :) rbs are greatly appreciated, too !!
NOW PLAYING . . .
#001. A LONELY NIGHT
ITADORI YUUJI — itadori needs to get his ears checked after this session but is there a doctor for a broken heart too . . .
#002. PARTY MONSTER
SUKUNA RYOMEN — he’s never seen such a perfect woman like yourself—dancing so seductively, taking your alcohol so well, and knows how to get straight to the point . . .
#003. SIX FEET UNDER
TOJI FUSHIGURO — it started out as a petty thing to get back at his business rival but it seems like it's gone way past that with the way he's always longing for your touch . . .
#004. LOVE TO LAY
NANAMI KENTO — he should’ve known you weren’t the type to be loyal to one person like he's been with you, especially when your phone keeps blowing up during dinner . . .
#005. REMINDER
GETO SUGURU — geto’s been on the road for too long, doing shows back to back, and he’s finally back in his hometown to do one. he's excited to see an old, familiar flame that he’s been longing for all this time but it seems like you're longing for someone else . . .
#006. ALL I KNOW
GOJO SATORU — love isn’t something you or the gojo satoru does but nothing’s too complicated if it’s with you . . .
© planetyumi 2022 : do not plagiarize, steal, contort, copy, or translate my content to other platforms.
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smih say gomme like tem ln the pomeroww god hay goshe like tem in the powmeroww DDMMMMHHHHH DAAAH DA DMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM GRRRRRRHHHHH
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So, i read your SMIH with Agoti and.. Hoo boy. Simp mode activate. Could you write another spicy makeout session with Agoti, when he and the reader are chillin at Agotis place and have all the time in the world?
Sorry it took so long. I
Hot and Heavy (After Seven Minutes in Heaven) -Agoti x Reader-
Though he extended the invitation, the screen demon wasn't expecting you to be at the door. He had to blink a few times but ultimately grinned and stepped aside so you could come in. He gave you a flirty wink.
"Hey, didn't think you'd take me up on that offer. Kinda thought you wouldn't be up to make out anywhere but Pico's closet-"
"Shut up," You only amused him, getting another laugh out of him. The demon followed you to the living room, sitting on the couch right beside you. "I just... thought you were serious when you invited me over..." The demon put a hand on our thigh, letting out a playful growl. The guttural noise forced a blush to your cheeks.
"I was," You were pulled into his lap and the digidevil licked their lips. You avoided looking at him but that didn't stop him. He dove into your neck, nipping at the base and working his way up your jaw. Your giggles fueled the digidevil. His hands were firm on your hips and you could feel his thumbs rubbing your sides.
"A-Agoti," Your giggling and wiggling we forcing muffled moans from the digidevil and he couldn't take it anymore. He stopped teasing your neck, shushing you up with a swift kiss. Your arms fell on his shoulders and the devil's skillful tongue blurred the world around you as you melted together. He broke away for a moment, seemingly out of breath or overwhelmed.
"...Sol and Aldryx aren't home." You let out a breath, unsure if YOU were out of breath or relieved to hear that news. You didn't even think to ask, despite being very aware that he didn't live alone. You were only thinking about him. He bit his lip and continued, "...So... We have the house to ourselves."
"...And... what did you want to do?"
"....I'm thinking you." He purred. It did make you uncomfortably hot but you tried to laugh it off. He saw right through that. He snuggled back into your neck, kissing up the side of your jaw. He was slowly moving you off his lap and it was obvious he intended to make this happen right on his couch. Nervous, you looked around and found yourself pinned under the digidevil. You didn't object, keeping your body close to his as his hands messed with the hem of your shirt.
Finally he gripped the edge, grinning at the thought of what was to come. That shy little look away was cute but he wanted verbal confirmation that you wanted him to continue.
"...Mind if I take this off, babe?" You grabbed his hands as you thought about it. You didn't get to answer though. Agoti was smacked in the back of the head with a newspaper. The two of you scrambled to sit up and you offered an innocent smile to Aldryx and Sol.
Aldryx snickered and Sol just groaned. Sol held the newspaper in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. Aldryx's hands were completely full of bags.
"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK?"
"No, Bad. Go be horny somewhere else!" Sol warned, "And help us bring the groceries in."
"YOU'RE RUINING MY DATE-" He hit him again, clearly annoyed with his son already. Agoti began to grumble curses to himself and Sol couldn't care less.
"Aldryx, make sure you put up the milk."
"Already on it."
"...So uh... you want to... take this to my room-"
"I SAID HELP WITH THE GROCERIES, AGOTI!" Sol yelled, scaring the digidevil. You just giggled at him. He puffed up his cheeks and you took a moment to kiss one, immediately embarrassing him.
"Tell you what," You stood, dusting yourself off and making sure you were presentable. "I'm headed home. You can meet me there when Sol's done with you."
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✨ & 🤲 for the writers ask game please!!!
✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
It's gotta be The Monster Maketh the Man. I adore this fic. I think it's one of my strongest pieces in terms of plot, pacing, worldbuilding, character building (including Simran, the man everyone loves to hate), everything.
Unfortunately it's my lowest read / kudoed longfic, primarily I think because it sits in a bit of a weird spot as a SCP/Genshin fusion universe. It also came out when the fandom was in the peak of Haitham/Kaveh hype, as well as being M rated, so it loses both the T only and E only readers. Then it ended up under 100k, so it loses all the >100k filtering folks too. Just in a very, very awkward spot in the fandom. 😂
I love that I wrote it, it was an absolute labour of love project. I consider it far, far better than SMIH, but fandom likes certain tropes, and sadly it means some things get overlooked. I still love this fic. I wish more people would give it a read because I'm really very proud of it!
🤲what do YOU get out of writing?
A few things! The first one would be the sharing with the community. I have all these stories buzzing around in my head that I see like movies, and I want to share them with other people. It's like, "You see this? Isn't this crazy! Wasn't that sad!" Also I love knowing I affected people emotionally with what I wrote, be that making them laugh from a comedy, or breaking their heart with angst.
Then on the deeper side, I really use my writing, particularly longfics, to get my thoughts straight on a range of different topics. I've done this more and more as I've written more stories, but it's become very peace giving to me. I could go on for ages and ages about the specific themes of each fic from TMMTM onwards, which is when I really started doing this. I know most people are just reading for fun and aren't really here to be diving into all of that, but I do love having written it and having it out there.
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Ongoing projects/ideas in no particular order of business, now that I am once more submerged into the sea that is FFXIV:
Final chapter for ‘Tell me to stay (and I will)’
Rework/revamp SMiH twine project—the concept itself is very neat but far too large in size and scope for my ADHD brain to handle alone, so I’ll break into several smaller projects divided by expac so that each one is much more concise and can focus better on the characters featured in each storyline
Related to above, but instead a twine/visual novel project oriented around my own FFXIV OCs (Samilen, Khalja, R’avi, Kai and Rakuyo primarily)
Set up and organization for the next Wondrous Tails event? (@wondroustailsofffxiv)
Go through and answer asks that have been languishing in this blogs askbox for the last 573957 years
#notwriting#modsukispeaks#just putting thoughts to virtual paper#people keep saying it’s better to write it down#and sometimes putting it in a public space of the blog helps orientate me a bit
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trying to muster the motivation to write a few pages before I have to go to work,,,
i did get the aizetsu chapter finished for my SMIH series though!
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Hello! Hope you're having a good day! = D
Could you answer #1 from the writer's ask game please?
Of course!
1. When did you start writing? How?
Okay so let's rewind to 2010. I was... fourteen? My sister and I were super into Tennis. Yeah the sport. So we spent a lot of time on a little site (now defunct) called Quizilla. It was sort of the precursor to what UQuiz is now, and it hosted not only quizzes but fanfic also. We couldn't find a whole lot of Tennis content on Quizilla--almost all of it was for an anime called The Prince of Tennis, which we promptly got very very into.
The first fanfic I ever wrote was for Prince of Tennis and it was a Seven Minutes in Heaven Quiz hosted on Quizilla. I did two of these: one for the protagonist team and one for their biggest rival team. I co-wrote them with my sister and they didn't, like, explode into popularity, but we did get a lot of comments talking about how well done they were, how each one really felt tailored to the character, rather than flattening them out into the usual dirt bag teenage hot boy antics that you would tend to find in spin the bottle/smih fics/quizzes.
That made me feel really good, that I was coming at a niche with a (very slightly) more mature lens that catered to an underfed more mature audience.
The following attempts at full-on stories were, I'll be frank, not as good. I was definitely exploring what I found attractive about each character, but as story they were definitely very threadbare. I had some good concepts but absolutely no emotional development to make them into what I could call a "story". So I set writing aside for a while, then I did some unpublished OC Bleach fanfic and after that really didn't write much of anything until March of 2021 when my Twilight Renaissance began and I decided to resurrect and overhaul my Twilight OC (you can find out all about her on my side-blog @crookdeclipses ) along with completely overhauling her, her name, and her backstory, I also started a dedicated OC fic called Moonrise. that takes place during the events of New Moon and is about her and how she meets her love interest while abroad during the Cullen exodus. But that's all currently unpublished because while it's set in the Twilight universe and directly connects to the principal cast, almost all of the action deals with completely original characters.
Cut to October. 2022. I watched the Phantom of the Opera (2004) and was high-key not okay afterwards. I discovered right from the beginning that the final lair Brings. Out. The. Worst. In. Me.
So much so that after several weeks of obsessive viewing of the film, I formulated a fix-it scenario which then became When The Longing Returns, which is my first published fic in over ten years, and is also the only thing I've written that I feel justified in calling "a story".
#ask game#writing#fanfic#fanfiction#prince of tennis#the phantom of the opera#poto 2004#poto fanfiction#poto fic#phantom of the opera fanfiction#when the longing returns#twilight fanfiction#twilight oc fic#twilight renaissance
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Actually yknow what all the stuff regarding Boone n Pete:
-- "This isn't about me thinking you're boyfriend material!" - "But I AM boyfriend material!" --- "You know what it's made out of?" - "What?" - "Boyfriend material."
-- They're 95% paralleled in the big promo pic of everybody. This does count because Boone is also placed with Gigi, whilst Hester is placed with Wes. Sadie, Libby, and Sonya are placed together. Grace is closer to Pete, Munsch, and Chanel than she is to Wes here (good for her)
-- Boone telling him "this has always been about you and me" over the phone. And we know this was Pete because Hester had no idea about the plan to kill Gigi, and even if that wasn't enough, Boone specifically mentions and explains Gigi wearing the wrong costume in the Mommie Dearest attack, and he wouldn't have needed to do that because Hester had been there to see it.
-- Boone was on campus a year early. Pete had been there for a year already before canon's episodes. Boone was friends with Chad still we can assume, and Pete was both with and later obsessing over Chanel. We find out at Boone's will-reading that Chad knew about this. Boone absolutely would have known about all this, and just knew that Pete would listen if he pulled the right strings.
-- Pete attacks Zayday in SMIH. This was both likely because Grace was arguing with Wes at the time, so with Zayday gone too, she'd have nobody but him to turn to, but this was also right after Zayday escaped Boone kidnapping (indirectly protecting) her. It would not be out of character for Pete to want Zayday dead for- in his eyes- taking Boone away too.
-- The entire will-reading scene honestly leans more toward saying yes, they were lovers, instead of no, Chad's just silly.
-- Boone trusted Pete with his life. He completely honestly believed that he could trust and confide in Pete more than he could Hester, especially when it came to his troubles with Gigi. He asked him to do this with him in the first place, let alone making Pete the one to hold the knife???
I could go on but. Bird needs to shut up.
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Hey there! <3
Part two of seven minutes in heaven was so amazing!!! And I'm so grateful for there even just being apart two, but will there be a part three?😅❤️
LMAO all of you guys asking for part 3 of Seven Minutes in Heaven. I haven’t even finished Show Me part 3, and I promise the SMIH part 2 was literally just me procrastinating when I knew I should be continuing Show Me.
How about I make a deal with you guys and myself because I’m fucking fickle and can’t be trusted - only after I finish Show Me part 3 and The Shift part 2 will I be allowed to think of a Seven Minutes in Heaven part 3.
I have to stay accountable sometime lol
But ahhhh thanks so much for reading and enjoying and caring enough to want more! ♥️
(Jesus Christ I just distracted myself with how attractive this gif is ^, fuck)
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shoutout to the person who called matt smith 'matt smih' in their review of morbius aggressively defending it bc i always call him that now
#personal crap#funnily enough my friend said he actually liked morbius the other day#fair enough but also. yk. how
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alright let’s clean out my notes app (these are the rejects lines from fics i’ve abandoned 😭):
“Lady Justice, you’ve been burned too many times by the world so now I’m giving you the power to burn everyone back. Blow your victim’s ashes into the wind and you can damn them to eternal torture.”
yeah that part of the fic got dark real fast 😅
“What about the other boy?” Chat Noir asked.
“He’ll always have a special place in my heart but… you have my heart,” Ladybug said.
i was excited for that scene :(((
“Us against the world, huh?” she mused. The last time he had said that it had been one of the worst days of her life. She rested her forehead on his.
He smiled softly at her and said, “As always, little bug.”
the ending to smih before i abandoned it
“Bug, can i try something?”
“Of course,” she responded immediately. Chat Noir nodded and took a few steps towards her. He leaned closer and moved a few strands of hair away from her face. Her breath caught in her throat.
Slowly he let his hand trail down the side of her face before pausing at her lips. He brushed his thumb across them and they parted with ease. With one hand cupping her face, he tilted his head so that their faces were only a few millimeters apart.
“M’lady… tell me that u don’t love me. Because lately I’m having a hard time remembering that you don’t,” he whispered.
“Chat, I… We can’t… I—“ she started, before a loud boom interrupted. Chat Noir moved away from her in an instant. The moment was ruined. *insert chat blanc quote here*
brought to u by coffee and sleep deprivation
“Here, I brought chamomile. Your favorite,”Marinette said eagerly, clumsily taking the clinking china out of her bag.
the master fu fic we never got (this chapter was also supposed to be his wedding to marianne where ladybug was a bridesmaid and chat noir officiated)
“How do u destroy everything with an emotion? that’s crazy… that’s…” Marinette said.
“love,” Chat Blanc filled in.
i hate that i forgot to put this into chapter 4 of smih
“Normally I like the rain, but lately… not so much,” Ladybug said.
this line got cut bc it was replaced
Her superhero team needed a fresh start and… maybe Zoe did too.
i know that sounds like it’s from a zoenette fic but it surprisingly wasn’t
Something unpleasant flared up in her chest. What was Chat doing kissing Vesperia’s hand? Wasn’t he supposed to be in love with ladybug? /not anymore/ her mind supplied.
ladynoir jealously scene you’ll be missed🍻
She’s slipping, she knows she is but she just couldn’t find it in herself to calm down.
many glasses were shattered in this scene, lots of jealously, nosy reporters, heroes gala, and flirting
She had thought with her heart once.
She didn’t remember it and according to bunnyx it technically never happened, but she followed her heart once and it destroyed everything.
The world, the moon, and apparently their love. So when given the choice between head and heart, she would choose head every time.
Head was the safer option. Thinking with her heart required dancing along the edge of dangerous. Thinking with her heart had only ever gotten it broken.
i got a little too rambly with this scene 😅
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ROSEN, NATIONAL TRIAL LAWYERS, Encourages YS Biopharma Co., Ltd. f/k/a Summit Healthcare Acquisition Corp. Investors to Inquire About Securities Class Action Investigation – YS, SMIH
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