struggling to write the next chapter for my fic and itâs been more than a month already. I already have my outline for the chapter written, have the intro part for it written too, but as soon as I try to get into the meat of it, everything goes blank, genuinely just left staring at my docs for hours.
I promise Iâm trying to write but why do the words just not wanna come out?? legit was putting pen to paper like a goddamn machine two months ago, but even one word refuses to come out these daysâźď¸ Have the writing gods finally abandoned meâď¸đđ
Izuku is chronically online. Like, bro reads fanfiction, watches edits of his fav heroes, probably has his own editing account for them. Heâs online fighting against against other chronically online people for his favsâ probably got doxxed once too, which scared him so much but he couldnât even tell his mum so bro was just panicking and being anxious by himselfđđ
I support everyone's other ship agendas but in my world, if Isagi is not getting railed and hogging all the attention - I fear that is a non-canon event.
It's just a regular day for Toman, until it suddenly isn't.
Takemichi, to put it in simple words, is hot.
All of Toman knows this and have trained to act normal around him in order to maintain world peace. They have scoured mountains high and low, crossed countless oceans and faced off against gigantic beasts most humans have ďżźnever even heard of, just to be brought to their knees because of a skirt, a fucking skirt.
It all started one fine regular day, the captains of Toman were gathering today for a meeting. It was a simple affair, discussing the different areas under Toman and how they were doing. These types of meetings often had the people attending dressed in casuals, the usual black uniform hanging out to dry in the sun after god knows how long it had been worn for.
There was still ten minutes left until the meeting began, but there still wasnât a sign of the blonde teenager coming. Normally he would be here the earliest, talking about how kids these days seriously donât know the value of time.
Chifuyu sighs heavily, not being the only one to notice his captain's absence. A lot of people, scratch that, everyone has noticed. The usual chatter that fills the air is gone, replaced by a tense silence, only one thought on everyoneâs minds, Where the hell is Takemichi?
Time passes by agonizingly slowly, less than a minute before its time for the meeting and finally they can hear the sound of shoes hitting the floor a mile a minute. Mikey is holding in barely restrained annoyance, eyes dark and a tight smile on his face.
Takemichi comes bursting in through the door, a shout of âSafe!â leaving his lips. He rests his hands against his knees, breathing heavily and looks around at the dropped jaws of his friends and immediately his cheeks explode into pink.
Just as Mikey is about to threaten Takemichi to never do that again or else, his breath catches in his throat, because what in the hell got into Takemichi for him to dress like that.
He brings his hands to his chest, feeling unnaturally exposed in the pink dress. Because it was made for someone with a chest, the dress was loose there for Takemichi and sagged, showing off delicious skin. It shouldâve looked funny, but any sane (or insane) person who looked at him could only describe him as erotic, lewd, a literal succubus incarnate if you will. His hair was back to being black, showing off his pretty blue eyes. They were tearing up slightly and only made him look even more tempting.
And oh my god he was wearing garter belts.
HE WAS WEARING GARTER BELTS!!
They were the same shade as his dress, and only served to make him look even more submissive and breedable.
In a shy manner, his hands went towards the bottom of his dress and tried to tug them, although it did more damage than good considering you could literally hear the control of several teenage boys snap at once.
If Mikey had been a lesser man he would have immediately jumped Takemichi, too bad he was. Thankfully Draken still had enough thinking power left in order to hold back the commander. As much as he wanted to do the same, he had to hold himself back for Takemichiâs sake.
Baji was biting so hard at his rubber band that it snapped and hit him in the face. That seemed to clear his mind a bit as he stared at the horndogs around him, a hand on his cheek that was steadily becoming red.
Kazutora was lying on the floor, barely alive after receiving a punch capable of sending a man to heaven because Hakkai caught him in his âI am going to jump takemichiâ stance. Donât even ask how he knows about it, Hakkai would rather not answer.
Chifuyu is trying his best to stop his nose from bleeding, shoving tissue papers up his nose at an alarming rate. It's just 9 in the morning and he already feels light headed with blood loss.
Yuuta and Yuuji having one of their regular movie marathons which ends up leading to something more.
ooc, really short
Word count: 335
âStay the night?â Yuuji asked him, finally breaking the underlying tension that had been brewing since theyâd laid eyes on each other. His face had a tentative hope to it.
âIâ sorry?â Yuuta could only stare dumbly at Yuujiâs hand that had grabbed his sleeve. His nails were painted pink today. âDid I hear you wrong, Yuuji?â
And that was the wrong thing to say as Yuujiâs expression crumpled so fast Yuuta wouldâve thought heâd have hallucinated the whole thing if it wasnât for him still holding onto his shirt.
âNever mind,â Yuuji deflected, pulling away his hand as if it burned. âI was just being dumb like usualâŚâ
Yuuta was still processing this one frame per sometimes, but even then his mind knew that he couldnât let this opportunity go. Months of pining after this angel incarnate silently only to fumble right as his opportunity came to him all wrapped up in a slutty tank top and short-shorts?
Not if he had anything to say about it.
âYuuji, no, wait,â Yuuta grabbed his wrist, stopping him from taking it back. His other hand found his way to cover his face, a blush steadily making him burn hot. âIâm just so happy that Iâm acting like an idiot, just give me a minute, angel.â
âA-angel?â Yuuji squeaked, sporting a matching blush on his cheeks.
âYes,â Yuuta whispered, his mind finally catching up to the situation at hand. âBecause wanting to worship you comes so easily.â
âOh.â
âYeah, oh,â Yuuta laughed awkwardly. âYou make it very difficult to not fall in love with you, at least a little.â
âOh,â Yuuji gasped, before smiling that blinding smile of his. âThatâs good! Because I like you too!â He jumped into a smothering hug with that declaration, and Yuuta could die as a happy man being suffocated by him.
He noticed that Yuuji didnât say the L-word yet, but that was alright. It would all come in due time.
I really wish I could just forget the fic that I wrote so I could read it from an unbiased pov to see if itâs really doo-doo garbage like I think it is, or if Iâm just being a hater because I find everything I do cringeđđ
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