#writers block really takes it outta you

[ningvory]

good girl — kim chaewon

g!p meangirl!chaewon x f!reader

CW: college au, the fimmies are sick perverts, public humiliation, lowkey kdrama bullying, readers a virgin and a loner, choking, blackmailing, dubcon, reader wears glasses, pussy eating, slight pussy slapping, recording, degration, dumbification, backshots, sorta public sex, voyerism

wc —> 3.1k

nabi’s messages: GUESS WHO’S OUTTA WRITERS BLOCK!? WE CHEERED!! finally on summer break so hopefully i’ll be writing more frequently 🤞🤞 uhhh also not fully proofread but when is it ever proofread!?

you hated her.

kim chaewon, the rich, gorgeous, athletically and academically talented, and of course she’s drop dead gorgeous. everyone either wanted to be her or be with her.

whenever she’d roam the halls with her clique; sakura, yunjin, and kazuha people would stare in awe but as well as fear. after all, she is the school’s bully, a wolf in sheep’s clothing you may say.

and you were her favorite target.

you, were unfortunately chaewon’s favorite person to torment ever since the first year of college. you were easily an easy target to pick on by her. your style was apparently too old and not up to date with what’s the style now and your glasses were just entirely too big for your face.

so of course you stuck out to chaewon. it was so shocking that it was basically like comedy to her that you even got in a place like this, in a crowd full of the rich. she’d mock you to her friends and it brought her to tears from how long she laughed at you cluelessly trying to figure out where your classes were. she couldn’t wait to make you her plaything in more ways than one.

the bell rang for lunchtime to start. something that you really didn’t enjoy due to the loudness of the area.

you tried finding a empty table, just so you can sit down and enjoy your meal and luckily, you found one and you sat down about 4 seats down from a group of girls

you felt eyes on you, turning your head to see who it was, meeting the eyes of a girl with short blonde hair who had a undeniable look of disgust on her face.

“who told you to sit at our table?” she scoffed, before looking you up and down. you looked at her confused, its a table? a school lunch table at that, who was she to tell you that you couldn’t sit at the table?

you rolled your eyes and ignored her, tending to your food. you kept taking bites of your food, going to unlock your phone as you heard loud giggles from besides you.

“did you hear me, bitch? who told you to sit at this table?” she smirked, snatching your phone out of your hand, making your attention go to her, trying to get your phone back.

in a swift motion, you snatched your phone out of her hands, “the fuck is wrong with you? the table is for anyone to sit at, bitch.” you remarked, giving her a judgmental look.

her smirk was completely whipped off, “are you seriously talking to me like that? you’ve got some guts, little girl.” her lips curled up into a cocky smile before she stood up and pulled your hair with a harsh grip, pulling you off the chair before she shoved you, making you loose balance and fall to the hard floor of the cafeteria. the goosebumps began to rise on your uncovered legs and arms from the coldness of the floor.

“ow— a-are you fucking crazy!?” you screamed at her, caressing the spot of hair which she pulled on, making everyone’s attention fall on you and her.

she snickered at you, looking down at you like you were some dog before she grabbed your bottle full of milk and crouched down to your height.

“tsk. next time watch who you talk to, dummy.” she speaks with that tone full of disgust and grabs your chin to look at her.

a sinister smile appears on her face watching how your face was laced with fear before she poured the milk on your head. completely soaking your body with the cold liquid, your hair that took you hours to do was ruined, your face was soak in it, your glasses had spots of milk on it, and your white uniform top was soaked and exposed your bra under your top.

all eyes were on you. you heard the sound of cameras clicking and people laughing and murmuring with their friends about how pathetic you looked shaking and drenched with milk. until chaewon arose and gave a stare that shut everyone up and divert their attention away from you.

that was the first ever encounter and was definitely not the last, especially since the teachers were so pathetically helpless. but even if they tried, she could bribe her way out of any situation she’d be put in, or she could blackmail the teachers if they ever thought about stopping her, she had everyone’s secrets.

after the first situation, it just got worse for you. it seemed like everywhere you went she was right there, it was like she was obsessed with breaking you down to nothing but her personal pet. from forcing you to do her homework or else she’d physically assault you until you complied, to dragging you out of your lesson without a care in the world to force you to get on your knees while she used your mouth to get off.

you’re currently in your junior year of college still being tormented by chaewon and her clique, you learned now that they go by ‘the fimmies’ — sometimes you liked to joke and called them ‘the dummies’ due to the fact that they force you and others to do their homework. like seriously, you can’t do the work yourself? eventually the pain they’ve inflicted on you for the past two years, you’ve grown used to it, not having the energy to fight her back as much as you did before. you’ve been given the name by the students, ‘chaewon’s feisty bitch’ or ‘the fimmies’ pet’ and everyone knows you for that, not your actual name.

now you were currently in the garden of the school, doing your homework. the only place you felt safe from chaewon and her harassment, that was until the devil herself appeared infront of you.

“yah..” she said relatively relaxed and soft, alarmingly soft. which made your blood run cold, but you ignored her, continuing to try and focus on your work.

“yah! i know you hear me, look at me.” she said, gripping onto your jaw and jerking your head to her direction.

“ow—what is it now?” you wince at her grip on your jaw, looking at her in her eyes.

“be a good girl and do my homework, since you like doing homework so much. it’s past school hours, why the fuck are you still here?” she questioned, bringing your face closer to hers.

you could ask her the same thing, it’s not like she’s in any sports or afterschool activities.

“you don’t have to be so aggressive about it..” you whine. the following silence was odd, especially when it’s chaewon, the usual bitch who makes a big deal about literally anything.

nothing was heard but the few birds chirping and the cars driving by.

“follow me.” she said completely monotones with a unreadable expression on her face, she let go of your face, letting you put your stuff in your bag, surprisingly. before she’s dragging you along to wherever she’s taking you.

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she pushed you into a classroom, professor kim’s classroom to be exact, your favorite professor. your eyes widened with horror when you saw her usual clique in the room, laughing at your expression.

“what’s wrong, ynnie? not happy to see us?” sakura, the eldest out of the clique asked. before sadistically smiling at you, which made you shiver.

“let’s play a game, ‘kay?” chaewon walked to you, making you walk backwards, trying to get away from her, but soon your body comes in contact with the wall, causing her to grin.

soon her lips are come in contact with yours, cupping your face and hungrily making out with you. you were caught completely off guard, giving her easy access to slip her tongue in your mouth to fully make out with you. it was sudden and she’d never make out with you, what changed now?

she pulled away when she felt herself become breathless, you opened your eyes and caught your breath. desperately trying to catch her breath, “here" she tossed the keys behind her back. "lock the door."

the color was drained from your face when you let those words set in. “hey! w-what—what do you—”

your sentence was cut off when your neck was gripped so tight it left you speechless. your hands instantly went to claw at her hands on your neck, trying to get her to ease up.

she brought her mouth to your ear, “the game is simple. it’s called, ‘how to be a good girl’ it’s only one simple rule, do everything i tell you to do without fighting back and it’ll be easier for you, ‘kay?” she brought her head to its original position, using more force on your neck.

you nodded your head letting out a chocked out, “alright” before she finally let go of your neck. making you gasp out, gasping for air once more.

her friends were highly amused, each of them had a sinister smile on their faces before cracking up in laughs. kazuha even pulled her phone out, which made you look at her, silently pleading for her to put the phone away.

“kazuha—please d-don’t record—” you go to say, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, your reputation was at risk and she knowing her, she didn’t care.

the girl in question, kazuha, scoffed before giggling, “relax ynnie. if you're a good girl and listen to us, i promise i wont post it anywhere.

you could only trust her words, but you already knew they were 9 times out of 10, a bunch of lies, to calm you down.

“now strip, puppy.” chaewon added, lips curling up into a grin, pushing you in the center of the room.

you hesitated, looking at all of their faces that were laced with anticipation to see you strip. what sick perverts.

“tsk—you’re already breaking the one rule, strip.” she repeated herself, sternly looking at you.

you scrambled to unbottom your uniform top, in front of you, meeting chaewon’s eyes which earned a smile from her.

her clique, began to cheer and clap when you unclasped your bra, revealing your plush tits. they’ve never been this invested in you before, their cocks we’re starting to harden under their skirts at the sight. you were vulnerable to her close friends, none of them had never seen your body under your clothes.

you moved down to your skirt, sliding it down your plush thighs, before standing in the the pool of your clothes.

“good girl.” she praised, “now, bend over professor kim’s desk.” she smiled at you.

she was sick for this, but you were terrified so you complied. you shamefully walked over to the desk, walking past kazuha who gave your ass a light slap, making you flinch in shock.

you kept you head down, too embarrassed to look up. you heard the sound of walking, walking closer to you and feeling kazuha’s camera on you.

you saw hands slide a sheet in front of you, it was chaewon’s homework and a pencil right beside it.

you felt a hand carefully caress your ass, flinching slightly from the sudden movement. “complete my homework, and don’t you dare move.” chaewon ordered.

you nodded, picking up the pencil and writing down the answers. it went smoothly for a few minutes, only feeling her presence behind you which made you worry. there was always a catch with her, what was she was going to do to you?

it was like you said it out loud. you soon felt her hands slide your panties down, feeling her breath blow on your cunt, shivering at the sensation.

kazuha immediately brought her camera closer to your face, caring all the expressions and noises you made when chaewon would blow on your cunt. yunjin, immediately brought her camera to get a good side angle of what chaewon was doing under the desk.

chaewon couldn’t resist it anymore, her mouth watering at the sight of your pretty cunt on display for her. “fuck it” she whispered before her tongues jutted out of her mouth, and into your tight hole, gathering your juices on her tongue before drinking it down. you whined at the sensation, squirming under her tight grip on your legs almost giving out on you.

when she started, she really couldn’t stop. she immediately got addicted to your sweet pussy on her tongue, it drove her crazy and craving for more. she began sucking on your clit, letting go with a loud pop which had you covering your mouth, trying to conceal your loud squeals and moans.

“don’t cover your mouth, we wanna hear you, puppy.” sakura moaned, you didn’t even realize she pulled her cock out and started jerking off to the sight right in front of her.

kazuha moved your hand, unmuffling your cute noises. the camera caught the sign on your eyes threatening to roll back, hands shaking, still trying to finish her assignment.

yunjin caught the glimpse of chaewon behind you on her knees, griping on your legs that are threatening to give out while she’s basically making out with your spit covered cunt. yunjin couldn’t believe that her leader was getting pussy drunk but she wasn’t complaining, you were honestly a cute girl with a pretty body. she’ll get a taste of your cunt one day.

you tried your best to not move under her touch like what she ordered you too, but your body was so weak from her mouth on your cunt, you were squirming under her hold.

she pulled away and landed a slap to your puffy cunny that makes you scream and jolt from impact. “hgnnn—chae-chaewon—” you tried turning your head to look at her but kazuha quickly grabs your jaw, and brings it to look at her.

“fuck..don’t look at me like that pretty. focus on the assignment or else she’s stopping again, alright?”kazuha softly speaks to you, earning a whine from you.

chaewon dived back in to your fat cunt, slurping up all that your cunt gave her before tongue fucking your cunt. giving your ass a slap when she feels your body shake under her. she speeds up when she hears your pretty and erotic moans. she’s suddenly pushing your body to the desk, shaking her head in your cunt which had your moans becoming high pitched.

“hey baby, ynnie~ look here—cmon.” kazuha’s camera was shamelessly in front of your face, she makes you look in the camera’s lenses before she’s pushing her fingers in her mouth, which you sucked on almost immediately. you’re brain was scattered that you wouldn’t care less about the camera, eyes rolling back, making kazuha groan.

“does chaewon’s tongue feel good, tell me.” she adds on, pulling her fingers out of your mouth.

“chaewon—chaewonie~ please—please let me cum—i’ll be your good—hngg— i’ll be your good girl!!” her friends are amused by your words and how her tongue had reduced you to a obedient slut.

finally, she had you right where she wanted you. a crying obedient mess, what she wanted everytime you have the nerve to talk back to her.

“please!! m s-sorry for bein a bitch—oh fuck! g-gonna— nghh—cumming—cumming!” you babbled incoherently. she nuzzled her tongue into your sweet hole, bringing her fingers to rub your clit which had you cumming all over her face, body shaking, eyes rolling back, and tongue lolling out for her friends and the camera to see. your legs were like jelly and the only thing keeping you up was her grip on your legs and the desk holding you up.

she cleaned your sweet cum up, drinking up all you gave her before standing up. to unbutton her pants, her boner was bulging out of them, painfully.

her hands groped your ass cheek, giving it a hard spank, ripping a moan out of your chest from the impact.

“stupid slut, you think i’m done? you said you’re gonna be my good girl right? that’s exactly what you’ll do.” she smirked, pulling her boxers down before she’s pushing her cock inside. “fuck! you’re a fucking virgin?” she grunted, watching you struggle to take her thick cock in your cunt.

she didn’t even let you get adjusted, tears falling out your eyes from the feeling of your cunt getting stretched out.

chaewon had you just where she wanted you. bare ass on display and watching it juggle when she pushed herself into your cunt, whining at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing her cock deliciously good.

she leaved toward, her tits pressing against your bare back, she found a pace that had you moaning uncontrollably, she rested her chin on your shoulder, looking at your fucked out face. her lips tugged into a grin, “ynnie, who’s pussy does this belong to?” she asked, loving the way you’ve been brought to a crying mess by her alone.

“y-yours! only—nghhh— only yours!” you babble out, you’re so fucked out you can’t even comprehend what your saying.

“yea? this sweet lil pussy is all mine? mine to use and play with whenever i want?” she grins, looking at the camera infront of her, speeding her thrusts up, ripping out high pitched squeals and moans.

“as much as i love your pretty little moans, you’re so loud, do you wanna get caught?” she covered your mouth, muffling your moans.

her friends were obsessed with the way you were to whiny, if you were like this all the time…fuck. they would’ve fucked you a long time ago.

“fuck! g-good fucking girl—gonna take my cum right? gonna cum inside this pussy and y-you’re gonna take it!” chaewon moaned, thrust growing sloppy, unclamping her hand that was once on your mouth before loudly moaning, shooting her load inside your cunt.

when you felt her cum shoot inside your cunt, your eyes began to roll once again, back arching into her thrust before your body shakes, your mouth open to let out a silent moan before cumming all over her cock still inside you.

you couldn’t even register when one of her friends pushed her cock in your mouth until your glossy eyes met hers.

sakura, if you were in the right sense of mind you would’ve immediately tried to get her away from you, but you let her use your mouth until she shot her loat in your mouth.

“swallow it, puppy.” she whimpered, petting your messy hair.

she finally pulled out of your mouth, letting you catch your breath from your intense fucking session.

you whined when chaewon finally pulled out of your cum filled cum, leaving your hole agape until she pushes a dildo inside your cunt.

“keep this inside of you and don’t let nothing spill.” she threatens softly, was this the same chaewon you knew? she’s slipping your clothes back on along with hers. maybe under that mean girl facade of hers she was an ok person.

whys she telling yunjin to pick you up and bring her to your car, where was she taking you? you wish you knew but the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion took over your body, putting you in a deep slumber.

[monnn]

When you know, you know.

staring: Idol! Mingyu x Non-idol!, GN! s/o

wc: 1.4k-ish

genre: slice of life(?), FLUFF. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LOVE MINGOO, comfort-ish(?)

warnings: mentions of food, reader being sick(in love), tooth-rotting fluff.

a/n: hi omg hello, i am alive and finally out of my writer's block(ig?). i'm terribly unwell atm and i've never craved the comfort of a person as much as i do with gyu, so here's a highly self-indulgent fic! i hope you are doing okay and i just wanna say, i'm so glad to be writing again. have a great day/night and hope this fic reaches the person in need of a cutie mingoo atm! ♡

the song rec for this fic would be Margaret by LDR ft. Bleachers!!!

Mingyu's on his way back, with your favourite meal and boba. Was there a reason to get take-out? Definitely not, he really just felt like it. If you had made food, Min could convince you to have it next day. That's how it usually went and he was mostly successful. With his manager dropping him off, he heads inside the elevator and straight to your floor. Since he already knew the code to your apartment, he quietly let himself in, eyes immediately searching for you.

What he doesn't expect to find, is you sitting in the dark on a chair, curled up in one of your fav blankets with a flask coddled in your arms. Your head's supported by a chair on the dining table, mouth slightly open as you doze further away. Min quietly trots through the living room to you, slowly putting the bags down, careful not to wake you up. He adores you for a good minute, slowly lifting you up to rest in your bed. Their neck must hurt, but they keep doing this >:( he wonders to himself while carrying you.

He lets you rest while he does all the chores that you weren't able to do cause of your sickness. A few hours pass by, you wake up with Mingyu sitting by your side, barely touching you in the process of waking you up. He knew how extra sensitive you were to touch when sick, hence he decided to call out for you than kissing you to consciousness. You wake up slowly while he adjusts pillows behind for you to sit straight, he really is a nagging Asian mum in disguise. Handing you warm water to hydrate, he looks at you with all the love in him to see if you need anything from him. You catch him looking and reach for his hand, realising the love you have for him is unbelievable.

"You know love, I can't ever thank you for being so kind to me. I feel like there isn't enough of me to be so damn grateful for you." you say, lovingly gazing at the love of your life. A faint pink's spread all over his face as he nuzzles his face to your hand.

"And I'm ever so happy to be the receiver of your gratefulness, regardless of the amount. It takes two to tango I guess." he says, ever so lightly pressing his lips to your hand. After basking in each other's presence for a while, he mentions about the food he's got, which gets you outta bed in no time.

You head to the kitchen to unpack the boba, while he joins you in heating the food up. It's then you think how freeing it is, to be doing the most mundane things with Mingyu. He just seems to make the littlest of things much more better and you love that about him. A bump against your shoulder gets you back, where the food to your side is all ready to be devoured. Quickly removing the covers around drinks, you move to place them on the dining table. One where you're sitting and the other next to you. That's the thing about you guys, Mingyu never likes it when he's not next to you. He hates how all the fancy restaurants have seats across and not next to each other. But now, he gets to have a meal with you next to him and he thinks about how this is his highlight of the day. Min loves being around you and having a meal, so it's like two of his favourite things put together. You spread out the mat for the hot pan to be put on while settling down in your seat, waiting for the food to arrive. Looking at this, Mingyu hurries to place the pan down while grabbing two spoons before sitting down. Both of you look at each other, nodding in agreement to start eating. It's absolute delight running through your body and eyes for Mingyu. He loves it when you enjoy things he does for you. Raising your boba drinks to cheer, both of you devour in silence, enjoying the food and each other's presence. By end of the meal, you're much more comfortable to let Min under your skin and he's never been so much happier to be as affectionate as his heart needs. Taking the last bite, you stand up to call dibs on cleaning up since he literally did all the leftover chores. And right when you're about to get the pan, Min's grabbing you by the hand, turning you to face him. You're glad to be seeing eye-to-eye since he's on his butt and you're standing.

"What's up?"

"Can you please let me do the dishes? You're literally sick, doing more work would just worsen it."

"But Min, you did all of the chores! It's really unfair if you don't let me, you know." you say as he scoffs.

"I don't care, I love you but please let me do the cleaning."

"I love you so so sooo much too my Min, but I cannot let you do the cleaning up."

"Okay, how about we rock-paper-scissors this?"

"Alright. On the count of three, two, one!"

And to his luck, you throw a rock while he throws a paper. The council has decided and you accept your fate, slowly moving away from the pan.

Right at the moment, Mingyu pulls you in a hug, nuzzling further to your middle while almost sounding like a puppy adjusting to fall asleep. You wrap your arms around him, leaning down to lay your head on his. But, you're suddenly pushed away just to be pulled back onto his lap, while he holds you dearly and continues to be adorable. Again, you have no choice but to stay limp for him to recharge himself. It's hard not to admit how secure and loved you feel in Mingyu's big beefy arms, you kiss him on the side of his head impulsively to convey the same. That loosens his hold on you, him whining on how you always catch him off-guard with your actions. Now, there's nothing but giggles filled in your living room, both of you so knee-deep in love and into each other cause when you know, you know.

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a/n: comments and feedback are highly appreciated! hope you enjoyed reading this work of mine, thank you! x

[themotherofhorses]

Okay, so lemme get this straight.

a lot of y’all within the CoD fandom are perfectly fine with Ghost being paired with a stereotypical “American” person —

— but lose your absolute marbles at me for pairing him up with a Native American woman.

Suddenly I’m:

erasing his sexuality and “canon romance” with soap.

fetishizing my own culture.

sending my own ppl back like fifty years.

Okaaayyyyy?

I’m sensing a pattern here. Some of y’all really love to abuse the fuck outta that tumblr anon button to bash OC creators for creating BIPOC!OCs and shipping them with your favorite fictional characters, especially men.

Maybe it’s rooted in your hatred for OCs, or your extreme love for certain canon x canon romances. I don’t know, but y’all gotta chill the fuck out.

I’ve witnessed this before, particularly in the MCU fandom. A hell of a lot of y’all Steve/Bucky fans seemingly burst a hemorrhoid when Black writers pair either men with a Black!reader or Black!OC.

It is true that many of us carry heavy generational trauma due to discrimination, displacement, and attempted genocide as a result of colonialism and colonization. But that does not mean we cannot find enjoyment in certain fictional characters (that also happen to be white as well).

What to take from this? Stop messaging BIPOC — ESPECIALLY INDIGENOUS WRITERS — with the mentality that we cannot enjoy current, modern fandom topics and fictional characters.

And if Ghost being in an interracial relationship with a Native woman pisses you off THAT BADLY that Andrew Jackson would be proud, the block button is right there.

Thank you :)

[rhey-007]

Helios - Chapter 3

Billy Butcher x reader

Summary: A fatherless girl finally meets with him after her mother's death. Little does she know that from this point on, her life will fall apart. She'd meet a lot of new, interesting and disgusting people and experience a lot of traumatizing events. Will she be able to choose the right side and take control of her own fate?

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Fem!reader, violence, a tad bit of fluff, sex, oral sex, fingering, big age gap, explicit language, quickie, hickeys, pervert Homelander, semi public sex

A/N: I had a huge writers block and couldn't finish this chapter for 3 weeks but it's finally here!

Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Wordcount: 3990 (around)

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In last chapter:

‘’About that...’’

Hughie’s words made you comprehend why he even came to you. Up to that moment you didn’t even realize you never told him where you lived, you haven’t even talk to each other! Butcher must have sent him to persuade you. That sick motherfucker knew too well how to handle you.

‘’What is it?...’’

You asked giving in. You decided that if you had to help them, you’d do it just for that poor dumplin Hughie, who’s girlfirend got run into and killed by fucking A-Train. And that’s how it started, another adventure with Butcher. God... Why did you always had to get yourself in some shit...

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Chapter 3 - Sunset

And that's how you found yourself there, in an abandoned restaurant, with Hughie, Butcher and some two other guys you've never met. You and Hughie stood in the doorframe watching Billy trying to calm down – what you've managed to catch - Mother's Milk and Frenchie. By their shouts you figured they know eachother for some time already, and you wondered why Butcher didn’t tell you about his other pals. Did they knew about you? Or were they just as clueless as you? Hughie's cough somehow brought their attention to you but just for a brief moment.

„NOT NOW! „

They shouted in your direction and went back to fighting, until Butcher realized why Hughie left earlier. He turned around rapidly after pushing boys away, making Frenchie fall down.

„What the FUCK is SHE doing here?! „

The man walked up to you angrily, his fists clenched ready to punch the shit out of Hughie, but you knew he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t even try or it would be him who'd get hurt. You looked up confused at the boy. Wasn't it Butcher who sent him to you?

„We need her help okay? He won't talk with us, but she's one of them. Maybe he’ll listen to her! "

Billy huffed and shot you a glare which you returned with just as much anger as him.

„I could've gotten this out of him without her! Good ol' beating and torture. I don't need some fucking ally, or shit! Get her outta' here! "

His words made your heart hurt a tad, but you pushed that feeling aside, clenched your asscheeks and stood up to him as you always would. Ain't no man gonna break your heart nor speak to you like that.

„Oh really? Then I guess you didn't need my help the last time. And the previous one. And the previous one... Want me to keep counting? Tell me, how long are you sitting here and how many times did you try to... Whatever you try to do? "

You turned to Hughie with a murderous look, ready to kill Butcher.

„A few days... "

The boy said quietly, shrinking under your glare and tone of voice.

„And how long did it took you with my help, hm?"

Turning to Butcher with the same face you gave Hughie, made the older man seem like a hurt puppy too. Only you were able to make the allmight William Butcher feel small and scared. He looked down embarrassed and mumbled under his nose.

„Less than few hours... "

„Excuse me? I couldn’t hear you”

„Less than few hours! "

He shouted, stomping his foot like a baby and earning a devilish smirk from you.

„Exactly! So let's do it quickly so I can go home before midnight”

The boys were impressed by your ability to shush Billy, you sure were going to be admired by them. Frenchie motioned for you to follow him, and so you did, walking down the stairs to the basement where the horror happened.

„The fuck... There's nothin in there! "

You hissed annoyed while looking through a window of the ‘cell'. The aluminum foil on the ceiling, metal cage connected to electricity... All that didn't make sense to you. Turning around, you saw the boys' faces were pale, almost white, fear in their eyes as they looked at you. Soon it hit you. Which superhero, close to Homelander, was invisible? Which one, because of their powers, could easily be electrocuted? Translucent. Your face went white, shoulders slumping down, head spinning and on verge of tears. Even though you hated the seven, you hated what they actually did, you hated the company their worked for, they still were the people you kind of grew up with. The people who raised you, shaped you. Besides he had a wife – ex wife, but still – and a son! And you knew them yourself. You leaned against the wall to not loose your balance and fall down. A lump formed in your throat and you were unable to form words for a short while.

„Please... Please don't tell me it's Translucent... "

You choked out. Their faces said everything and they didn’t have to answer. You turned to the wall and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, then wiped your eyes and straightened yourself before turning back.

„Gimme the key”

Frenchie threw you the key and you quickly unlocked the cell, then shut the door behind yourself. You kneeled down in front of the cage and shot Translucent a soft smile.

„Helios?... What are you doing here? A-are those motherfuckers keeping you hostage too?... "

The man said while appearing to you and you could hear the hurt in his voice.

„Y-yes... Yes they do... "

You lied with a sigh and flopped down.

„Haven’t seen you for a long time... Stillwell said you died of a heart attack, but I knew that was bullshit. Maverick misses you, you know... We all do... "

His words brought warmth to your heart and made tears spill from your eyes. You chuckled softly while wiping them away. You knew it wasn’t a 100% true, but it still was nice to hear it. Aside the fact that he paraded around Vought tower naked most of the time, Translucent was really a nice and smart guy. He was the one to help you with your homework, whenever you needed it, and the one to tell the actually funny dad jokes. You had to admit you missed those nice moments from the tower.

„I promise I'll visit him one day. But now you need to understand... If you won't tell them whatever they need, sooner or later they'll find a way to kill you... "

„They already did... "

„Wha-"

Translucent’s statement made your heart skip a beat and body freeze. You could never think they could be that smart to actually find a way to kill him. What could it even be? Wasn't he indestructible after all?

„They put a bomb up my ass... "

„They... They did what?! Oh my god... I think I'm really gonna have a heart attack... Just- Just tell them what they want okay? "

You shot up and rushed out of the cell furiously. After shutting the door you stomped up to Butcher, grabbed the collar of his shirt and shook him.

„Excuse me?! What the actual fuck?! Why did you put a bomb in him??! "

„Big brain, ain't we? "

He smirked down at you earning a juicy slap across his face, with all the strength you had, almost knocking him down.

„I like you... Rough, but... That was too much Sugar... "

Billy mumbled while scrambling off the floor. The boys chuckled at the miserable state of Butcher in your presence but you quickly shut them up with just one look. It would be an understatement if they said they were scared of you. As much as you wanted to shout your guts out at the men, tell them they are crazy psyhopaths, that their out of their minds and that there are other options to deal with that, you knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you'd burst out and reveal the truth about your life. And then, knowing Butcher, they would really keep you hostage and use as a bargaining card.

„Listen Buttercup... You know well how we deal with that. Ya helped me do that after all. So don't say you're surprised. He saw our faces, which means he'd spill out, which means – he has to die. Want me to spell it out for ya, Miss smarty pants? "

You huffed, steam blowing out your ears. But then you remembered something.

„And how are you gonna deal with Homelander? He'll hear the explosion, come here and kill ya”

„We'll sic ya on him "

That grin... That sick grin you both hated and loved appeared on his face. After a few more minutes of the quarrel -when in meanwhile Frenchie and M.M. stated that you act like an old married couple - you heard cars pull up.

„Vought "

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After dealing with Vought and Homelander you heard a loud boom in the basement. Hughie. You literally flew down stairs and the sight made you sick. The cell was opened, Hughie stood in the middle of the blood and guts stained room, his heart thumping like crazy, the detonator in his hand.

„What... What have you done... "

A whisper escaped your lips before you almost puked. You tried to run back upstairs but your had spun so bad you were hitting the walls. Finally out of the building with M.M's help, you gripped onto a trash can and vomited your insides out. The man held your hair up and rubbed your back until Billy came to change him. He felt bad you had to see that, as that was the most gruesome thing you saw while working with him.

“And you're... You're surprised I hate working with you... "

Sighing you looked up at him. Makeup smeared all across your face, cheeks wet from tears that were still slowly falling down. You looked terrible, but for him... For him you looked beautiful. You always did.

„M’sorry... I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have ever asked you for any help... “

You shot him a confused look. He never truly apologized to you, never. Shaking your head you fought the urge to embrace him and ignored his sad puppy look.

„Call me when you done cleaning. I'll get rid of the remainings”

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You never thought you’ll find yourself at the Believe Expo ever again. A much as you loved going there when you were young, learning about God and the believes and meeting new people, now you hated the only thought. Walking around dressed all black, sunglasses resting on your nose and a hood on your head, wasn’t easy. It was so hot you were practically melting, but you couldn’t take your disguise off or someone would recognise you. A lot of people actually knew you there, starting from the bodyguards, through priests ending at sellers. Going there was a huge risk nonetheless, but you couldn’t let the boys go alone. They had no idea how to behave at such place – especially Billy... With hands in the pocket of your hoodie, Milk and Billy on your either side with Hughie in front, you strode through the square full of stalls, surrounded by various young and older people. Everytime you passed a stall full of stuff with your father’s face on, an uncomfortable shiver run trough your body and you felt as if someone was watching you.

Soon a young, blonde girl came to your sight. Starlight was her name, if you remembered right. She was so much like younger you and despite being the newest member of the seven you bet she was Homelander’s favourite. Hughie left your group and quickly joined her, then the two walked away.

‘’They look cute together’’

You admitted with a soft smile which dropped the moment you heard Butcher argue with one of the sellers. Rolling your eyes annoyed you motioned to M.M. to pull him away, while you apologize.

‘’It’s okay dear. It’s good thing that you took your dad here. May God have mercy on him’’

The older man said with a warm smile while you just nodded and run away. We’re you really looking like Butcher’s kid in that attire? You hoped not. Just as much as you hoped he didn’t hear the man’s words.

‘’I may not be your dad, but I sure can be your daddy’’

Billy smirked down at you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling close. He heard everything perfectly and you couldn’t fool him.

„You wish”

You hissed but didn’t pull away to Butcher’s surprise.

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When the time came your father flew to the stage and started his stupid speech. His words made you shiver the whole time, making Billy question your behavior. When the speech came to an end you took of your sunglasses, Homelander's sight immediately falling to you, as if he knew you we're there, your eyes piercing through each other with hatred and sadness. John noticed the dark haired man glued to your side and frowned. Was hooking up with his victim’s husband a way to angry him? A way to remind him of what he did? He had no idea, but was more than keen to find out. And you were more than keen to angry him even more. You already had a plan. While Hughie managed to snuck into a meeting with Ezekiel, thanks to Annie, you sent Milk off to look for something. In meantime you dragged Billy into a staff tent behing Ezekiel’s. The man looked at you confused before you pressed yourself against him, your lips attacking his.

‘’Woah ,woah, woah... What’s gotten into ya Moonie?’’

He asked after pulling away, which doesn’t mean he didn’t kiss back - quite the contrary – he kissed back even more passionately than you did. That’s when you started to have a weird feeling it was a bad idea to begin with, but decided to continue nonetheless.

‘’Well... Thought you could show me what a great daddy you can be’’

Biting your lip your hands traced down his torso slowly unbuttoning his - what everyone except of you would call - ugly hawaiian shirt.

‘’Here? Didn’t thought America’s sweetheart could be a little perv-’’

You cut him off by harshly pulling his chest hair. He winced a little but soon a smirk came back to his face.

‘’Okay, okay... Whateva you wish for princess’’

Leaning down he captured your lips. This time the kiss was more hungry, as if he was starved of you. And he was. After the second kiss his lips met your neck and left a trail of hickeys down to your collar bone. Huge palms gently gripped your asscheeks picking you up and placing down on a table nearby. He got rid of your hoodie with one swift motion and stared at your full breasts afterwards. You bit your lip softly, his only gaze making you wet, and unclasped your bra letting it fall down to the ground.

‘’God dammit Doll...’’

He groaned before attacking your chest with his plump lips. His beard tickled your skin and left red, itchy marks, but you couldn’t care less as you indulged in pleasure.

When Homelander was about to baptised people he could hear rustling and moans coming out of the tent behind the one he was in. He stared into the wall while Ezekiel talked, his brows furrowing deeply when he noticed your immoral actions through the thin material, thanks to his super vision. His heart started to beat faster with every second of watching Butcher staining you with sins, the vain on his forehead about to pop. You knew well he was watching you, that was the whole plan, otherwise you wouldn’t let Billy touch you like that. Not yet at least. When Butcher slipped his hand inside your sweatpants and panties, pressing his thumb to your aching clit you moaned out quietly.

‘’Mmm... Daddy... ‘’

Your words made Homelander’s jaw clench, especially that now your head was turned towards him, innocent blue eyes watching him with your super vision while Billy destroyed you, and even though he wanted to stop it, save his fallen angel from the brute he couldn’t because of the situation he was in. Soon Ezekiel’s words got him out of trance. Your moans made it hard for him to focus though, and he almost drowned Hughie – partly because of that and partly because he wanted to threaten you and the boy.

Billy was really skillful for a person who allegedly didn’t have sex in a long time. His digits slowly dragged through your folds a few times, getting coated in your slick before he pushed one of them inside you easily. He groaned into your ear feeling how wet you were. Gasping into his shoulder, your nails dug into his back.

„B-Billy... W-we don’t have much time... "

You barely mumbled out after the man pushed another finger inside of you and moved them slowly. He whimpered when your hand slid down his torso to grip his growing erection through the fabric of his jeans. You felt empty when his fingers left your hole, a soft wince escaping your lips. Butcher quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants with boxers slightly down, enough to pull out his member and pull them back up in case, while you shimmied out of your own. Grabbing your hand the man brushed it against your folds, gathering your wetness, then put it around his throbbing cock giving it a few pumps.

„You're so big... "

You whispered almost drooling. It felt embarrassing to think of his girth in the past, but it looked just as you imagined it to. Butcher lined himself against you then slowly pushed inside, earning a little bit too loud moan from you.

„Hey, hey. I know it feels good but we can't get caught can we? "

Billy grinned and you rolled your eyes, before locking them with his when he started to move. At first it was slow and deep, hitting all the juicy spots, but after a few seconds it got fast, hectic, starved, and you didn’t mind. It felt so good that for a moment you forgot about the real purpose of your actions. You burried his face between your breasts. He kissed and sucked them leaving your nipples sore while you once again looked in the direction where your father earlier was. He was gone now though and you let a dissatisfied groaned leave your lips. Billy stopped hearing your groan and looked up at you from between your boobs.

„Everythin okay? Did I do something wrong? "

The look on his face wasn’t confused, rather worried that he might have hurt you, which he wouldn’t like to do at all cost. It was the first time you saw him so worried about you and it felt funny considering what the two of you were doing. Your heart felt warm in that moment and you laughed softly, a reassuring smile on your face as you stroked his hair.

„No, no. Everything’s alright, don't worry”

„You sure? "

Nodding you gave him permission to continue and so he did. You had to admit the sex felt really good and you kind of wished to repeat it one day but in more comfortable surroundings. It took you only a few minutes to cum thanks to Billy's ministrations on your sensitive bud, but you felt it would take the man longer to get off. For a man his age he could last quite long. You pulled away from him, his member still standing firmly after leaving your pussy, then dropped down to your knees. The moment you licked it you felt Butcher's hand in your hair, fingers intertwining with the strands and the palm softly pushing you further after you took him in your mouth. But it wasn’t the only thing you felt. The other one was your father, once again observing the two of you and your actions. The corners of your mouth lifted when you noticed him now watching you from behind the scene, that familiar look of rage once again painted on his face brought happiness to you. Billy's quiet groans and whimpers filled the tent signaling both his pleasure and the fact that he was close. You didn’t want to waste any more time and started to bob your head rapidly every time trying to take more and more of him, which was hard because of your gag reflex. Soon his cock twitched and palm pressed your head all the way down, keeping it there for a few seconds while he spilled his hot seed inside, before pulling away to let you breathe. Smiling down at you the man breathed heavily, then picked you up and placed once again on the table. He gathered himself, then after wiping your face and womanhood with a tissue he found in your pants, he pulled them back on. Excpet, he forgot your panties.

„Billy..."

You frowned and crosses your arms over your already fully clothed chest.

„What? Can't I have a little souvenir? "

Butcher grinned at you, his hands stuffing your black panties in the back pocket of his jeans. You just rolled your eyes with a small smile you couldn’t help.

„Go find Milk, I still need to do something "

You ordered which he quickly obeyed and left after one last remark of how hot the whole situation was. Shortly after he left, someone walked in. Walking around you they stopped in front, a deep frown on their face while a bright, foolish grin graced yours.

‘’Well, well, well... Who do we have here’’

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[14dayswithyou]

Hello! I hope you are okay. I hope this doesnt come off as demanding or anything, but I really love how you write and describe things so I was wondering if there is anywhere elde where I could get more of your writing? I really like your style, even when its just you talking about the game or the game itself it's just AAAAAAGH (amazing) Even if its just a short story, in the future, when the game is done idk i just really like your writing 😭😭

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaaa thank you for the kind words and interest in my writing!! I do have separate a writing blog for some of the misc. fandoms I'm in (jjk, hq!!, snk, bnha, etc) — but I started it in 2014 and it's not 14DWY related, so you'd honestly have to pry the URL outta me T_T

I also have a secret roleplay blog for Ren and the general 14DWY writing tag for more of my writing if anyone is interested in that!

Also also!! I'm always down to fulfil writing requests ^^ Just keep in mind that it maaay take me some time to get around to it (because of writers block and irl priorities hehe)

[htchnr]

♰ yourself, just you ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜ masterlist. ✮ꜜ buy me a coffee!

content warning unprotected sex ⋆ oral sex (f receiving) ⋆ piv sex ⋆ pulling out ⋆ r's kinda in a bad mental place ⋆ sex as a coping mechanism ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

summary bad dreams had been creeping up on you after you, Ash and Pablo left for Jacksonville. so you try and relieve them by doing the only thing you think that might help you ; Ash. wordcount 1,1k

authors note in a writers block rn, and in a sucky place mentally, so lets use my sad Meow Meow's to cope 🗣️🤭 listened to a variety of Radiohead songs while writing, mainly Just for this.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the hotel room was dark, light snores coming from Pablo who you shared a bed with. Ash had the other bed to himself. you lay on your back, eyes tracing patterns on the crappy ceiling. the road trip to Jacksonville has left you, feeling things, you wish you didn't feel.

you huff, gently shoving the blanket off you and swinging your feet over the side of the bed. you shiver as your feet hit the cold floor, exhaling deeply as you glance around the room. Ash wasn't in his bed, and in the other room you could hear the quiet sounds of something playing on the tv.

you rub the sleep from your eyes, stepping through the doorway as you watch Ash sitting on the couch, arms resting on his knees. he wasn't wearing the metal hand, as it probably lay in his duffel bag by the bed.

you clear your throat, Ash's head snapping towards you. " jesus! scared the hell outta me. " he breathes, leaning back against the couch. he was only in an old wife beater and his underwear, legs spread as he looks at you. you weren't wearing anything better, just your underwear and a baggy tshirt. " did i wake you? " he offers in a quiet tone.

you shake your head, slowly making your way towards him. " can't sleep, " you exhale, your feet carrying you without thinking.

you stand before him, half blocking his view of the tv, though he isn't watching it. " what's up? " his voice is gentle as much as it's intrigued.

" can't stop thinking, " you trail off, and Ash watches you as you step between his legs, pausing.

he leans forward, his knees shifting slightly against your thighs. " can't stop thinking about what? "

" you, "

you suck in a breath as Ash's hand rubs up the side of your bare leg. " yeah? " you nod, closing your eyes out of embarrassment. you really didn't want to admit it, but you were aching for him. the close proximity of the road trip, the bad flirting, the dirty jokes, everything was chipping away at you.

you take a deep breath as you lift a knee over his thigh, sinking it into the couch as the other follows, settling yourself in his lap. he leans back, looking up at you with those sweet, brown eyes. " i need you, Ash. " you whisper, leaning in ever so slightly, his breath mixing with yours.

his stump presses against your lower back, pulling you in as his hand strokes your cheek. your core clenched around nothing at the motion. " yeah, baby? you sure? " his voice is breathy, chest heaving at the close proximity and your admission.

you nod, leaning into his touch, his thumb stroking patterns against your soft skin. Ash doesn't waste another second, pressing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. a quiet moan slips from between your lips, the soft sound swallowed by Ash's lips.

he grunts, his hand wrapping around your back as he shifts you two, laying you down on the couch as he hovers above you. " i'll take care of you, " he mutters, lips trailing down your jaw and throat. " oh, i'll take care of you, sweet girl. " his voice is low and so disgustingly gentle. your head was swimming with pleasure as he lifted your shirt, exposing your stomach as he pressed open mouthed kisses across the skin.

you knew he would take care of you, his lips and gentle massaging of his hand proving that more than enough. his words were soft and breathy, trying to stay quiet as to not wake Pablo up in the other room as Ash swung your legs over his shoulders.

your back arched as he dove in, lapping at every inch he could reach with his lips and tongue. " come on, pretty thing, that's it, relax and let me take care of you. "

the time passes like a blur, soft sounds being muffled by his big hand, his hips pressing against yours. his thick cock filling you to the brim as he whispered into your ear. " you're taking me so well, you're doing so good, baby. "

each drag was a blur, your fingers clawed up his clothed back as he stuffed you over and over and over. the memories of all the shit that had happened would flood your mind — deadites, your dead friend, the Necronomicon, Ruby, running away — along with the drag of his fat cock against your walls, each vein, each twitch.

your climax came suddenly, eyes rolling back as one hand clamped over your lips to muffle your sounds, the other gripped Ash's shoulder like your life had depended on it.

he wasn't far behind, quietly chanting your name as he neared his end. his whole body shuddered, hips stuttered as he pulled out and came all over your bare stomach, panting harshly against you.

the clean up was a blur too, Ash having wiped you down with something before picking you up and carrying you over to the bed he occupied. he set you down, pulling the blanket over you before getting in himself. the moment he settled into the mattress you curled into his side, an arm draped across his firm stomach.

it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, your mind finally somewhat at peace as Ash stroked your back with his hand. you nuzzled against his chest, exhaling deep as you drifted off.

[loveephia]

hii ! I really luv ur writing style and omg it's so cute and sweet and HSKWJWJJAHSUVDSJ !!! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ could I request karasuno x shy reader ? sorry if it sounds like a weird request ! ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! karasuno meeting the shy reader . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . (hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, sugawara.)

a/n: I AM SO SORRY AS TO HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO ANSWER THIS. i got the biggest writer's block, and i lost a bit of my interest in haikyū!!. slowly, but surely, it's coming back, though. THANK YOU ANON FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND ENJOY READING!!! :D

⚠ warning/s: none.

SHŌYŌ HINATA

- i firmly believe that opposites attract

- so just know that hinata would be over the moon for you :D!!

- his outgoing personality together with your shy one, PLSSS you two would make such a cute couple

- upon first meeting, hinata was asked (by kiyoko) to try and find students who still weren't in a club, so hinata approached you first

- but when he asked you questions on if you wanted to join the volleyball club as their manager, you kept glancing off to the side, twiddling with your fingers, and sighing like you were uncomfortable

- that was hinata's little cue that maybe you weren't interested :<

- "i apologize.. i- i was already planning to join a different club." you manage to speak out with what little sanity you have left

- hinata's huge signature smile makes a way unto his own face, and you can't help but stare. "it's okay! what club were you planning to join?"

- and the conversation stems from there

- somehow, hinata just has this charm to get anyone to talk, you included ^^

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

- honestly, i can just imagine you and him staring at each other at the vending machine right outside karasuno.

- "did he just take the last box of milk?"

- "she's staring, so i'll stare too."

- then, after looking at his face for a while, you realize that hE'S ACTUALLY A TAD BIT HANDSOME.

- pls you're already weak around normal people, and he just so happens to be some kinda ikemen 😞

- a small peachy blush forms on your cheeks, and you decide that you can just get a new milk box at a different vending machine

- you shuffle away as quickly as possible, but you're interrupted with a: "hey."

- you turn around and see him walking toward you

- "no, no, no, no! is he mad? did i stare at him for too long???"

- "here." kageyama gives you some change, "i notice that you come here every day to get the same drink, but it looks like i took the last one."

- as you watch him walk away, you stare at the change now in your hands

- he was.. nice.

KEI TSUKISHIMA

- get out ☹️

- if i ever got sucked into the hq world, i'm avoiding tsukishima like the plague.

- you two are friends (somehow??) and normally, he'd watch you try to start a conversation with other schoolmates every day

- after your failed attempt at making new friends, tsukishima kinda teases you and.. comforts you??

- "maybe it'll turn out better next time if you actually maintained eye contact." he pats your head

- nvm it was a whole roast.

- you sigh at his words, looking disappointed, and he happens to notice

- "i'll buy you some shortcake if it makes you stop looking so gloomy." and gracefully at that, you nod, ecstatic :D!!

- to your schoolmates, you're the shy girl at the back of the class

- to tsukishima, you're everything and more

KOUSHI SUGAWARA

- you bumped into him while trying to run to the teacher's faculty to submit some papers

- and as you're on the floor, in a daze about what just happened, a sweet voice pulls you outta your thoughts

- you look up and see a boy lending you his own hand. "are you okay?" he asks

- "he's so handsome..!" you thought, taking his hand and getting pulled up

- "y- yes, i'm okay." you say, kneeling down to pick up the papers you dropped as the boy does the same. you can't help but glance at his face a few times

- "what's your name?"

- "y/n l/n. and yours..?"

- "you can call me sugawara." he hands you the papers he picked up with a smile, and you bow to thank him

- as you walk to the faculty room, back on the initial route, you can't help but think about your interaction with sugawara

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[z3rinn]

# #. STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE !!

featuring : aduece ( separate ) ! As a little treat for surving seven overblots you decide to make some strawberry shortcake !! but it seems as if your favorite first years want to help out ( or maybe they just want to eat it ... who knows at this point ? )

A mini scenario to get the writers block outta me ://

It wasn't often that you got to bake. Being busy with the overblots, school work, and Grim usually took most of your time. That left you only with the nights. The deep darkness that relaxed your spirit and feelings. It was the only time you could truly let go and be yourself.

You wiped some frosting off your face, taking in the sight of the beautiful chocolate cake you had just created with a smile.

What you didn't expect however, in the middle of your peaceful night, was for a certain first year to walk into Ramshackle...

# #. ACE TRAPPOLA

“Mmm! That looks good!” A cheerful voice suddenly spoke from behind, snatching away the fork from your hand. A sigh left your lips, You didn’t even need to turn to know who was behind you. It hadn’t been the first time he’d interrupted you, and you’d doubted it’d be the last. “Ace. give me back my cake."

The heartslaybul boy just laughed, bringing the slice of chocolate to his stupidly smirking lips. “But I'm so hungry after basketball. Plus, we won! Don’t you think I deserve a treat for my hard work?” He teased, batting his eyelashes.

You sighed, nudging him away from your perfectly good cake, “Not really. If you're that hungry go eat Grim.” Ace stumbled back, pouting, yet a smile soon slithered on to his face.

“Ew no. He probably tastes like salted burnt rocks.”

You snorted at that. An ugly one.

It was quiet after that, silence soon enveloping the kitchen as you went back to your work. Too silent. You looked back at the boy, a smile forming on your lips as you watched him. He looked pretty resting on the kitchen counter. The moon casted a blue glow down his pretty face, making the heart around his eye appear to be a black color. His eyelashes seemed longer than usual, dusting over his cheeks all pretty like.

God it was so unfair how pretty this man was.

You sighed to yourself, Maybe you could spare a piece of cake for your pretty boy.

“Hey Ace, come eat this.”

His eyes fluttered open as you walked toward him, holding a small white plate in your hands. “Hm, what’s that?”

“Strawberry shortcake.” He stood up eyeing the piece of white and pink cake. You grabbed the fork, bringing it to his lips. “Say ahh.”

He laughed, opening his mouth in anticipation as you smiled. He chewed the spongy cake, eyes opening in surprise as he licked some of the cream off his lips. “Mmh, This is really good!”

“Heh, thank you. Like it?” The smile on your face grew as he nodded his head, a grin on his lips as his mouth opened once more for another bite.

You pushed the plate into him playfully, "Feed yourself!”

He grabbed your hand, whining with a pout on his face. “Awh, common prefect, my hands are too tired to work.” You just sighed, rolling your eyes at him. He responded with puppy eyes too much for you to handle. “Ugh fine… only a few bites though.”

# #. DEUCE SPADE

"Ah! Sorry, am I interrupting you?" A nervous voice spoke. You chuckled softly to yourself, already knowing who was there. Turning around, you were greeted by the face of Deuce Spade, a small, yet nervous smile on his face. "Sorry prefect, I didn't mean to barge in here haha.."

He held up a few bags in his hand, holding some baking supplies that Trey gave, along with some eggs from Sam's shop. He placed them on a clean side of the counter, slowly and discreetly (trying) to shuffle out of the kitchen. However, you could see how he was eyeing the chocolate cake you just made.

You laughed, taking his hands in yours as you dragged him back inside the room. "Don't worry, you can stay, want some cake?"

He flushed, embarrassed to be caught staring at the sweet treat. "No, I’m alright, thanks tho.” Another giggle escaped your lips, it was obvious he was feeling bad for even wanting some, knowing that you made them just for you to enjoy. You didn’t mind sharing with him, but you doubt he would listen.

“If you’d like, we could make another one together, it’d be fun!" You pulled him further into the kitchen, "besides, I have the perfect recipe."

You watched as Deuce flushed red, yet he made no move to get away. You gave him a sheet of paper, a recipe to your favorite strawberry shortcake. "Here, I'll show you how to make the batter, and you can mix it for me." He seemed oddly enthusiastic about that.

He followed your instructions perfectly, cracking the eggs a certain way, adding just the right amount of flour and vanilla extract. It was kind of funny seeing him so worked up over beating some eggs, he was mixing the batter like nobody's business! It caused you to laugh, until the batter started fling all over Ramshackles kitchen.

The two of you finally finished the mini cake, decorating it with little strawberries and fancy frosting. "Wow, this looks amazing!" He spoke breathlessly, stars in his eyes as he admired your work.

You took a fork full of the sweet treat, placing it in front of Deuce's mouth. It took a second for him to register it, but once he did, his face bloomed red. A giggle left your lips as you waved it around his face, "Come on, say ahh."

He took your hand in his, placing the cake in his mouth. His eyes sparkled in delight, and soon you were giving him another slice.

"Heh, I'm glad you both liked it."

[justalittleficsideblog]

Heyy!!! I'm kinda new to tumblr... uhm.. so idrk how to work this. could you do like a touch-sensitive MC x the bros? (basically howd they react, also what i mean is like mc that'll tense up at the slighest touch but not in like a "i hate it, dont touch me there." its like a "im very surprised, but keep going." way??? sorry if this isnt the right place im like very new to tumblr- (obey me btw)

Hey anon! I did the first 3 eldest for this prompt. Let me know if you want the rest of them for this prompt! I really liked writing this, it kinda got me outta my writer's block that I'd been sitting with for a bit.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none.

Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi with a touch starved!MC

Lucifer

he didn’t really notice it at first, hes not one to initiate much contact himself unless you do. I wouldn’t really consider him touch starved, more like he is untouchable.

as the two of you grow closer though he does notice how you shy away from large hugs or related moments from his brothers.

The two of you had been invited out to one of the popular festivals in the devildom. Lucifer, being the ever-cautious demon, made it a point to stick close to you amongst the sea of demons that were swarming the streets.

Lost from the other brothers, you stuck close to Lucifer, hovering just out of his reach but close enough that you could feel the broad scope of his shoulders behind you. As you were looking throughout the stalls, one of the more interesting food ones caught your attention, causing you to bump into a lesser demon walking by.

As you squaked an apology, you felt a sudden hand on your shoulder. Pulling you back into his chest, Lucifer snarled at the lesser demon and moved you both out the way.

You had startled at his touch. You weren’t bothered by it per se, but his broad hand grasping your smaller shoulder wasn’t something that you were familiar with.

“Does my touch… bother you?” he asked cautiously, gently lifting his hand away from you and holding it against his side. “I apologize for earlier—”

“Oh no!” you yipped. “It’s… not really like that. I don’t mind you touching me. I’m just not used to that sort of… “ you trailed off.

“intimacy?” he tried, eyebrow raising in question.

You huffed a laugh, “something like that, yeah.”

“well, then.” He started, tucking a loose strand of hair over your ear before he reached to take your hand. “Maybe some exposure therapy would work?”

You smiled, squeezing his hand back before leading him out into the crowd.

Mammon

I feel like he would be really similar in this regard. Like, he would want to touch and hold you, but anytime you brush fingertips or he grazes your side he would like flinch and run off.

So if anything you’d have to be more into giving him a gentle nudge as well. a learning experience if you will.

Ever unaware of your mutual pining, Asmo is the one that ends up giving you both a nudge, insisting that you both go to a stuffy night club with him. However, you both found yourselves tied together, Asmo nowhere in sight.

“I cant believe he just up and left us!” Mammon tossed up his hands, voice booming over the loud music and bass that reverberated through your bones.

He slammed his hands down, accidentally brushing harshly against you in the process. You noticed he jolted away, face turned as if he was looking for Asmo in the crowd of people.

You tried to shout to get his attention, but he seemed too preoccupied pretending to search the crowd. You huffed, moving against the sea of bodies to reach out for him.

Just as your hand reached out, you felt yourself get jostled by a clearly intoxicated demon. Causing you to flail and tip backwards.

A warm hand gripped your shoulders. Surprised at the touch, you scrambled forwards getting your bearing again.

Mammon threw his hands up in mock surrender, grimacing.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” you shouted over the crowd. Mammon made a confused face, and gently grabbed your fingers to lead to towards a less busy area of the club.

He immediately released his grip when you were both alone.

“Geez.. uh, sorry about that. I know you’re like.. weirded out about me touchin’ ya and all but—” he rubbed the back of his hand, eyes lowered as he spoke to you.

“What? Oh no! Mammon, please. I was just startled is all, I’m not used to being… held like that.” You smiled, gently easing your head onto his shoulder.

He tensed up beneath you briefly before relaxing into you, leaning his head on top of yours.

“How about we get out of here?” you murmured, glancing up towards his eyes.

He gave you a crooked smile, before grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door.

LEVI

I feel like with Levi, he’d be very into “accidental” brushing up against your shoulder, leaning in to show you how to use his controller or reaching across you to grab some popcorn or snacks while you watched shows.

I don’t think he’d truly realize it until you brough it up yourself. Or when he noticed you would shy away from him a bit.

He definitely got self-conscious about it. did he smell? Were you uncomfortable around him? He would sit there and worry about it and distance himself from you for a while he sat with his thoughts.

It was the second time that he cancelled plans with you that you went into his room to figure out why he was avoiding you.

You knocked repeatedly on the door in front of you, anxiously tap tap tapping your foot as you waiting for it to open. When there was no response you called out.

“Levi! It’s me, I’m coming in.”

You pushed the door open and scanned the room for him. Looking for that familiar frame you finally spotted him curled in the tub, a blanket draped over him as he stared at his D.D.D.

“Levi?” you muttered softly, tentatively walking over to him. “Is something wrong? Why have you been avoiding me?”

He huffed and turned over. “It’s nothing.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s clearly something if you can’t even talk to me about this.”

There was a long pause.

“Do you hate it when I touch you?” The words were spoken so softly you almost had to strain to hear them.

Brows furrowed; you tilted your head to gaze over the tub.

“Any why would you think that?”

“am i… repulsive to you? You finch whenever I get too close, or shy away from me when we sit near each other.” He sounded heartbroken, his voice cracking towards the end of it.

You kneeled down by him, your cheek resting on the side gazing down at him.

“I have never been repulsed by you. It’s more of the opposite, really. I’ve just… got little experience with being touched at all, so I’m just unsure how to react when anyone gets close to me.” You paused. “I don’t… I want to be touched, though.” Your cheeks aflame, you turned away.

Suddenly, you felt yourself getting pulled in. crashing into a firm body and arms wrapping around your torso. His face was buried in your hair, and you could almost feel his grin.

“Maybe we can learn together.”

[senblades]

To follow up on my comment about Fftsr + pq2

would futaba go behind everyone’s back to form her own “revenge squad” alongside ryuji and makoto, maybe including Ken, who would definitely sympathize with her

what if sumi and haru pop out of one of the labyrinths with kotone in tow, and now futaba’s revenge squad have blocked off the door to that screening room, and now Fuuka and Ann are trying to talk everyone down

oh ho ho I love fucking around with pq2 au's- there's just so much potential for fuckery! (and judgement from the other persona teams HA)

(this is also a good opportunity to analyse everyone's behaviour in the latest chapters of fftsr lmao)

Hm... Ken is an interesting one, since I think Akechi has a lot of similarities with both Shinjiro AND Ken, and I think they'd both recognise that. Additionally, it's not an exact 1-to-1 situation, so I think that if Futaba stayed in a state of "FUCK THIS" long enough to try and get revenge, I think a solid chunk of the p3 squad would want to stay solidly out of it (or, damage control- I think you're right that Fuuka would be with Ann on this one)

Ultimately, though, Futaba in the most recent chapters of fftsr is being impulsive. She's angry, hurt, and most of all: confused. She doesn't have the full situation. She made an irrational and impulsive descision in the midst of her panic, and the rest of the thieves are either feeling too betrayed (Ryuji, Makoto), or too panicked/confused (Yusuke, Morgana, Ann) to not enable her. Point is, that getting q2'd is a GREAT opportunity for Futaba to calm down lmao. In saying that, though, I think that "calming down" is more synonomous to "crashing", in this case. Even if Futaba gets her answers, she isn't going to be happy about them. I think Taba in this pq2 scenario wouldn't be a super effective Navi for a while

As for Sumi and Haru- I think that once everyone gets forcibly thrown together, the misunderstanding would clear up pretty quick. In saying that, though, that just brings on a whole lot of OTHER questions- main one being "time travel???" second one being "Why are you buddies with an assassin, again?"

Oh ho ho the wildcards...

Ren! is fucked! HA- getting q2'd directly after chapter 45 would really just leave him disoriented to hell and back, and it would probably take some time to convince him that what's happening is actually real. I also doubt he'd be in an emotional state to lead... anything. So that's a solid 7-ish persona users without anyone to direct them.

Akechi! :D he's also fucked! HA yeah Sumi and Haru aren't getting any direction outta that one- so that brings our "unattended persona user" count up to 10

So Minato, Yu, and Kotone need to pick up the slack. great! I actually think that Kotone in this situation is best choice for "full group leader". Why? Well, I don't know when exactly the p4 squad gets q2'd, but it definitely takes a while for the "moral greyness of it all" to actually sink into the plot for them- so when confronted with the shitshow that is the p5 squad at the moment, I think Yu would be at a loss.

p3, on the other hand, is very used to morality soup! In saying that, Minato is on that whole "2000's emo boy" bullshit, and doesn't have the assertive force to get everyone under control- considering it's pre-October-4. Kotone meanwhile, though still in "pre-October-4" land, definitely has more of that "Aight! Shut up! Everyone get your shit together!" energy, that the p5 squad would really benefit from HA (and, enough compassion to balance both sides of the equation)

I think at first, everything would be a shitshow of pointing fingers though LMAO

Sorry for the very long answer... I have a lot of thoughts, and I didn't even cover half of them LMAO. I pity the pq2 writers

[gina103]

Tiny Treasures (Nathan Drake x tiny!reader)

I know absolutely nothing about the Uncharted series other than the 2022 movie which I literally watched last night. Hopefully, this will get me out of my writer's block. Also note that the reader is female in this!

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Nathan had no clue what he was looking at.

Nothing Sully had explained about this mission could've prepared him for this moment. Here he was, in the basement of some billionaire, trying to steal something that was incredibly valuable, and highly sought after by all kinds of rich people and criminals alike. Apparently, this something was worth billions, but Nathan had no idea that this wasn't a something, it was a someone.

You were sat in a bird cage, and you were so incredibly small. Nathan was pretty sure a New York City rat could take you out any day. You trembled in fear at the sight of him, crumpled up in the back of the cage, trying to appear even smaller than you already were. Besides your miniscule stature, you were so perfectly normal-looking, so human in your movements, in your fearful eyes, and in your shaking form. Nathan felt a surge of responsibility in his chest, he couldn't let some billionaire or criminal keep you for their own evil interests, he knew he needed to protect you at all costs.

"Hey Kid, what's the hold up? Whaddya see?" Sully's voice spoke from his earpiece.

Nathan didn't know where to begin.

"Yeah...about that, I don't think we can sell this, Sully."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It's not a thing, it's a girl..." Nathan slowly walked closer to the cage, noticing the way you seemed to shrivel up in utter fear at his presence.

"A girl? Are you joking?"

"Yeah..." He studied the lock on your cage, locking eyes with you in the process. He could only imagine what you had been through so far.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm gonna get you outta here, don't worry," Nathan uttered to you. Even though he lowered his voice, you still flinched.

"Kid? Are you gonna explain, or are you just gonna leave me hanging here?"

Nathan stepped back from the cage to look around for the key. "Listen, Sully, you're just gonna have to see for yourself, I'll see you when I get up there."

"Hey! Wai-" He turned off his earpiece before Sully could finish.

Once he found the key, Nathan bent over before your cage once again. Trying to give you a reassuring look, he put the key in.

"Hey, I know this is all really scary and stuff, but I promise you I want to help. You're gonna have to trust me, ok?"

"How do I know?" You suddenly spoke, catching Nate off guard, "How do I know you aren't just like the others? That you aren't just going to sell me for a profit?"

You stared him straight in the eyes as you spoke, so you were courageous too?

"To tell you the truth, you don't," Nathan answered bluntly, "But I can tell you right now, I will do everything in my power to never let that happen again. It's your choice whether to trust me or not."

You seemed taken aback by his honesty, he opened the cage door and held his palm up, giving you the choice to walk on or not. You had been through so much up to this point, and you knew that trusting other people at this size wasn't a good idea. But something about the sincerity in this gigantic brunette's eyes was melting your resolve.

Nathan's heart leapt when you walked closer to the cage door, he was much happier than he'd liked to admit, you had chosen to trust him.

Slowly, you stepped onto his palm, hoping to God that you wouldn't regret this.

"That's it, you're doing great, sweetheart," He said softly, "My name's Nathan by the way." The sensation of your little body in his hands was positively electric, when you were finally settled, Nathan couldn't help but feel that you fit perfectly there.

Ignoring the way your heart fluttered at the nickname, you looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. "(y/n)," you answered.

"Pleasure to meet you, (y/n)," A smile bloomed on Nathan's face, "Now, let's get outta here."

[enjomo-arch]

Hii friends a lil psa. Since Winter season is approaching so is my writer block due to shitty weather all day making me really slow, unmotivated and shit. So I'll just take it easy there and I'll be posting replies less frequently until I make my way outta the block. I'll try to still post like 2 things at least to slowly make my way out or maybe work on replies during lazy shifts in work. ♥️ thank you for understanding. I'll leave also my dis.cord if you wanna add me to chat about muses maybe that will also spark me some ideas. the name is kyokaen.

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[livlepretre]

So I’m not rushing you I promise this just popped into my head because I’m up late at night checking my emails making sure I haven’t missed any update ya know . I haven’t I’m all caught up ,and I legit started thinking about all of the other stories that I’ve bin reading in between yours and recently I’ll say within the last 1-2 years there’s bin more Klena fics posted that have actually peeked my interest very similar to your style of writing dark ,vivid,emotional,descriptive,mentally depressing , just pure captivating form and a lot of them have finished they weren’t that long just a couple chapters.

But then others were actually on a really good track pulled me in had a great build up and then authors note : will taking a small break because of writers block or exams or something and thennn that’s it no more updates and that unlocked a deep seeded fear that I didn’t even know I had because I started thinking like they might even come back to finish the stories it’s bin months some of the others from way before are done for sure bin years lol but then I thought WHAT IF I NEVER FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENDS AT THE END OF FAIRYTALE ENDING?

I’m not saying you won’t finish it, but what if you don’t .It sounds so selfish but omg I’ve spent like 10 years of my life waiting for this story to end just so I know what happens and what if I never find out and that scared the hell outta me again not trying to push you or anything but it popped into my head and is kind of a compliment if you really think about it lol

well, I really, really, really don't think you have to worry about that

you don't understand how much I have prioritized this fic to the exclusion of all of my other hobbies or how emotionally invested I am in finishing this

but-- the fact that I have so little time is why I keep reiterating that finishing FE is the only thing I can confidently promise about my fandom future. I would like to finish my posted WIPs, I would like to finish and post the fics I've posted teasers for on this blog, I would like to continue-- but I also don't want to over-extend myself, so I am keeping my focus narrowed down to just FE, and then we will see where we go from there. Who knows? I took a hiatus for a year after I finished ATF,BBTF and ended up coming back with FE and SWBS and tons of other stuff. Maybe I finish FE, take hiatus, and come back again. (and--despite my slow posting schedule-- I would not consider the past 2 years of slow FE updates to be hiatus-- I've been working too much on it from my end, doing the invisible behind the scenes work, to count it as that)

now, if I were to ever decide to quit FE-- which, I can't, you don't understand, you say it's been 10 years for you, but it's actually been nearly 8, whereas I started working on this 12 years ago and it's been over a third of my life now, wtf-- I would announce it clearly, and then I would make a post of how the ending would occur.

and if I weren't able to do that myself, there are those who know where to find the ending and would post it for me.

I'm not kidding when I say I consider this my magnus opus and I must finish it.

[vinetae]

Try (M) Chapter 7:

"Let's go somewhere a little more quiet.."

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Poly!AU, Boyfriend!Jimin

Pairings: Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Taehyung, Jimin x Reader, Jimin x Jungkook

Warnings: ...

Summary: Finally, things had been official.

You're officially fucked..

<-Previous Chapter

A/n: I kind of got writer's block for this one, because there were so many good ways to start this new chapter of their lives! Also, someone had pointed out to me that it didn't have much dialogue (for that I'm really sorry because I'm a big introvert and I have really REALLY awkward conversations most of the time.) So I've always just stuck to describing the scenery and hoping that the readers can fill in the dialogue but sadly not lmao. As always, Enjoy!

ALSO- OKAY THIS FUCKING TAEHYUNG WITH THIS HALSEY SONG IS- HOLY SHIT IMMA WRITE AN ONESHOT FOR THIS IT'S WAY TOO GOOD HOLY FUCKING FUCKING HELL- it makes ME WANNA FUCK AND BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA SOMEONE ARBAJFHJHWEW

Without Me - Halsey

<- Previous Chapter Next Chapter ->

Ticks of the clock echo through the silent room. Abandoned topics that were going to be brought up, long have fizzled out from this crazy fire between the four of you. A long pause,  followed by a sigh breaking the silence. 

“So.” Jimin stands, handing out pamphlets to everyone, including you.

“What’s this?” Taehyung questions, flipping through the booklets pages. 

Co-Relationship consent Form:

Agreements: Said partner(s) agrees to the following

No sexual interactions between any parties sha’ll happen with allowment of consent from Party A. 

Party B, C, and D should follow all set rules Party A has placed. 

No alcohol, drugs, or any types of substances are permitted when in contact -whether physical or electronically- near or around Party B without given consent to do so.

All sex is to be safe, sane and consensual.

Condoms and lubrication are to be used impeccably for all penetrative sex.

Get tested every 3-6 months for HIV, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, and Chlamydia, Trich and ask 

for throat and anal swabs. Get visual tests for MCV and HPV. Share your results.

Party B must  get Paps once a year to test for HPV and to detect pre-cancerous cell growth which can be better treated if caught early.

There is discussion with full disclosure about safe sex practices before engaging in sex with any first time partners or if it has been a while since you have slept with that partner.

No sexual activities are to occur when one or more parties have consumed more than 0.10 ounces of alcohols of any kinds. 

Do not have sex during an active STD.

Taehyung lets out a chuckle, not believing what he’s been handed. “Did you really print out a contract for each of us to fuck?” 

Jimin nods, face lacking any hints of a measly joke. “If we’re gonna do this, we’d better do it as safely as possible.” His eyes fixate on yours, who’d been meticulously reading and reviewing the papers. “Y/n, Are you okay with all of this?” Your eyes glance up to finally meet him. A quick nod is all the confirmation Taehyung needs to sign his name on the dotted lines. 

“So what if Taehyung and I wanna fuck?” A smirk curls Jimin's lips. 

“You’d have to ask me.” 

Jungkook chuckles, not fully reading the atmosphere of the room. No way. “I have to ask my friend if I can fuck my boyfriend?” Jimin nods, an evil disposition never leaves his expressions. “‘I'm the head of this operation. You try any of that shit you pulled earlier,” He takes a glance to you, sending chills down your spine.

“You’d get punished.” 

“Well what if Jungkook wanted to fuck you, hyung” Taehyung nonchalantly asks, as if he’s suggesting for a little more bulgogi sauce for the marinating meats. Jimin lets out a dark chuckle. “You guys still don’t get it, do you? I’m in charge here. Nothing gets past, put in, or taken out without my consent.” You all silently nod. Your eyes never leave Jungkook’s nervous frame. He licks the pads of his lips, a shimmering glisten to them sits atop. 

“Wait..What’s this in section 5?” You all -except Jimin- go to the suggested page. 

“We all have to go out on a date each week?”

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“Red … or white?” Your eyes swish back and forth between the two set outfits your boyfriend had suggested. You quietly mumble, contemplating which one to choose. “Red ..” You hold the two piece glittering dress across your frame. The cinched sides would fit perfectly around your own. Spaghetti straps sitting  atop your narrow shoulders would just be heavenly. The deep blood-stained satin, made for purposefully easy access. The white garment however, had a slight modest tone to it. Cream colored one piece wrap dress that would accentuate your doll-like looks and innocent features. Black stilettos to adorn such scandalous ways. Still, nonetheless raunchy as could be. Why would he choose such a revealing outfit? 

“You almost ready, babe?” he calls from inside the small shared closet. He stepped out to reveal a black satin and suede suit, draping perfectly over a cream colored button up that had matched the color of your own dress. His newly dyed locks still had the red tint to it, making his look all the more expensive. Champagne toussels fall effortlessly in front of his eyes, not a natural root in sight. He’d always loved dying his hair all kinds of crazy colors. Ever since he'd met Taehyung and Jungkook around 4 years ago, they’d always been doing some sort of crazy new hair combos with each other. 

You’re quickly pulled from memory lane, and reminded that you were supposed to leave 15 minutes ago. 

 ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Wow..” had been the first thing either one of the boys had said. Taehyung’s jaw had dropped around 3 levels, while Jungkook’s eyes went as large as they do in cartoons. Both men stood undoubtedly shocked by how well you’d clean up. 

“Come on you two, don’t wanna droll on the ship’s deck” Jimin teases, while wrapping his arm in yours, before pulling all four of you to the entrance. 

“Jimin.. Isn’t this a little much for a first date..?” He chuckles, rubbing your arm cutely. “Relax hun, this is for work. They’re supposed to be announcing all of the promotions and salary raises tonight.” Jimin had been working in corporate work for around 3 years or so. They’re all about skincare and cosmetics.  He said the first few months were hell. Running around like chicken little, getting everyone everything they needed. Now, being the COO of nyuskeen cosmetics, he’d never have to go back to fetching someone’s coffee again.

The music suddenly starts an uproar of claps and cheers, as you all fixate on a man in his early 60s coming forth to the microphone. Once the cheers settle, he begins his speech. 

“First of all, I want to thank each and every one of our very dedicated and hard-working crew members for making this dream of mine come true. Why, it feels like just the other day I had been in my grandmother’s bathroom, as she showed me the facial cleanser her and pap had been working on for so many years. Thanks to all of you wonderful individuals, Nyuskeen has been up and running for over 35 years!”

His statement makes the claps and cheers once more resume. You glance around, seeing Jungkook leaning up against the ship’s column, holding a gold-decorated wine glass in hand. His maroon black and white suit had been the apple of your eyes tonight. The toffee hair tint accentuates his brown orbs perfectly. His natural black roots had already been peeking through, which had only intensified his looks tonight. 

Pinch yourself, Y/n. You must be fucking dreaming. No way these god-like men are seriously yours!

A soft whisper pulls you from your thoughts. “This is getting boring” Taehyung softly hints to you. You chuckle, placing your palm gently on his bicep. No way no way I’m being allowed to do this!!

You catch a small boxy grin creeping up his features, as his opposite wide hand comes to rest on top of your own. His true eyes had been covered up by some gray contact lenses which had matched his deep moss green blazer perfectly. The golden emblemed gucci belt and white button down shirt - which had already been undone about two notches down- left almost nothing up to the imagination. His lips, suddenly dangerously close to your own. The music was barely audible now, as both eyes had been screening a movie only you two could understand. His hot breaths roll down the sides of your cheeks, a large forearm coming to snake its way around your frame. Faces just inches away from what would be such a magical time. 

“Y/n..” Your lips barely brush against each other, before the sound of fireworks boom from behind you both. Startled, you quickly pull away to find the other two men that had accompanied you tonight, watching from the shadows whilst sipping on a deep blood-hued concoction. Taehyung glances over to Jimin, a silent nod is given to the younger for permission. His eyes lock abc with yours. 

“Let’s go somewhere a little more quiet.”

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[tmntkiseki]

Hey!! I love your silly little blog!! Forst thing outta the way...

Second, how is your AU going? You know the tales of Raph one? It sounds really interesting and I'd love to read it, or is it already done? 🤔 idk I could just be really stupid but it sounds like an amazing story!

Heya! Thank you for the ask! I'm glad that this blog amuses you so much!

I do apologize for the fact I still have yet to update Rest in Red. There are basically two main reasons as to why updating it with the second chapter is taking so long; first off, writer's block. I thought I had a decent plan for the story going forward (I wanna say I had the first four chapters outlined at the time I posted chapter 1 and plenty of ideas for the remaining three), but every time I've tried to write the next chapter, it just doesn't come out right. Beyond that, I've also been dealing with some physical health problems over the last few months, so most days I just don't have the physical nor mental energy to dedicate myself to writing. It's a miracle that I'm able to draw as much as I have, if I'm being honest.

All that said, I don't have any plans on abandoning the story. Hopefully there will come a day soon where inspiration hits me like a freight train and as long as I have the energy when it happens, Rest in Red will eventually see its conclusion (all I can promise is that it will be a happy ending because... I can't do sad endings lmao)