#really don't know how i feel about it but i'm practicing! and that's good! that's how we learn and improve!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for "using" a cucumber and putting it back in the fridge?

(🥒👌 to find later)

Please, I know it sounds nuts but hear me out. I feel awful and I need to know just how bad this is. Also, I intentionally left as much as possible vague as I am a minor and I do not want this to get removed for being too explicit. But the story will not make sense if I don't include certain things, please understand.

So I (16M) grew up in and currently still live in the bible belt, with extremely conservative evangelical parents. As a taste of what it's like, we have church 3 times a week, and church camp every summer. We are only allowed to access Netflix through a stupid content filter app and we can only use a restricted smart phone that is regularly checked at random by our parents. We get an hour and a half of computer usage every other day, and the internet on the computer is heavily filtered also. The only reason I have access to Tumblr and am able to post this now is because my best friend's older brother gave me his old android for my birthday a few years ago. His family is much more open minded, and I'm very close with them. I also think they have always felt a little bad for me with my family being the way they are.

I'm also gay. Obviously, my family does not know, and I intend to keep it that way. I won't go too deep into it, but it will suffice to say I struggled a lot when I was younger over this. The good thing is that in the last few years, I've been able to accept myself more and come to terms with what my own feelings about religion and faith really are. I came out to my best friend and his brother a little over a year ago, and they've been very supportive. I have yet to tell any of my other friends.

Recently, I've been trying out alcohol since my friends found a hookup. Something I have discovered is that I tend to get lewd feelings when I drink, which has nearly caused a few embarrassing moments around friends. Coincidentally, I have also been experimenting with... certain things. Being a minor, I obviously can't enter any of the adult stores around me, nor would I feel comfortable asking any of my friends to drive me there if I could. I also can't order anything online because my bank account is connected to my parents, and I don't have a shipping address I'm comfortable using for those items either. So instead, I use household objects that belong to me and can be sanitized easily. You might see where this is going.

Yesterday evening, I came home from best friend's house with a full bottle of wine in my backpack. We and a few other friends had already been sipping on a few beers that afternoon, and I still felt a little buzzed. After my family went to sleep, despite already having a little alcohol in my system, I proceeded to get wasted on this bottle of wine in my room. I don't have the clearest memory of all of this, but at some point, I got hungry and lewd-feeling. Went into the kitchen and, through some kind of thought process I can only imagine now, came back into my room with a cucumber. From the title of the post, you can hazard a guess as to what happened to this cucumber. Once I was done, I drukedly and quickly washed it in the bathroom sink and threw it back into the fridge. I went to sleep.

I started freaking out as soon as I woke up this morning. There were four cucumbers in the fridge, I was pretty positive at least two were going to be used for dinner tonight, and I had no idea which cucumber I did the deed with. To make matters worse, my mom was inviting the pastor of our church and his family over for dinner. I have practically no money currently, no license or vehicle, and no friends with vehicles free to pick up new cucumbers for me (and no reasonable explanation as to why I needed them to spot me for four cucumbers specifically). I also have no believable reason to give for why we shouldn't have cucumbers added in the salad mix. My mom knows I love them, and they haven't gone bad. Can't say I ate them because who the hell eats four raw cucumbers? And she'll interrogate both my brother and I until she gets a satisfying answer if I just throw them out. I didn't know what the hell to do about this and I was close to having a panic attack, so... I took a nap.

Evening came. Guests came over, dinner happened. We had porkchops with macaroni and side salads. Cucumbers were in the salad, and I along with pastor's family and my own, ate it like nothing was wrong. My parents, the pastor and his wife had an engaging conversation about politics, religion, and some mild church gossip after dinner. My little brother continued to read his book, and I had a very awkward and one-sided conversation about Young Sheldon with the pastor's daughter. Then they left. And I went to my room to mentally implode.

To say I'm horrified is a major understatement. I don't think anyone is going to get sick because I scrubbed all of the cucumbers with soap multiple times and cleaned the vegetable drawer with bleach when I woke up this morning. I guess I also don't know that the violated cucumber was one of the ones that was used for dinner tonight, but then it's only a matter of days until we have salad again, or if mom cuts one up for water. I've rattled my brain for any way I could get some new cucumbers without telling anyone the details of the event, but I have nothing. Don't even have the money, anyway. Gave up the last bit of cash I had for the damn wine yesterday, and I have $0.43 in total on my debit card.

Admittedly, there is a very small part of me that doesn't even really care if they have eaten or end up eating the damn thing. I can't stand my family. My parents are invasive, controlling and neurotic, and don't give a shit about how I'm doing in so far as it pertains to god and the church. I'm a little more sympathetic to my brother as he's been stuck in this hell with me, but at 13 he's already begun to regurgitate way more religious dogma than I ever did at his age. And I know for a fact that they would want nothing to do with me if they found out I was gay. They'd probably kick me out on the street and spit on me if I had to guess. But even still, this is only a small part of how I feel. What I did was still so gross, and no amount of animosity I have for them can change how mortifed I am. I do have at least a semblance of a conscience.

So...AITA for all of this? WIBTA if I did nothing about the other two cucumbers? Please help.

#aita #am i the asshole #unsanitary cw

[linoveins]

hi sweetie, how are u? i luv ur writings ^^

could you write a fic about lino's tummy scar? i'm so soft about it, wanna worship him 🥺

a/n: hi!! i'm really stressed with uni rn :( i finally found time to write this though! it's just simple and short i hope u like it!! i felt all warm and fuzzy writing this. i adore minho sm i wanna worship him toooo (also have you seen the latest pics of him he looks so buff like DAMN)

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idol!minho is really busy and tired from work lately. reader misses him and takes matters into their own hands.

genre: smut, fluff, some angst

warnings: MDNI! oral m!receiving, body worship, mentions of dom minho, dirty talk.

w.c.: 1.6k

minho had been busy lately from all the comeback preparations. you knew how hectic his schedule was so you don't blame him for the lack of quality time between you two.

you know how physically and mentally exhausting it is for him, waking up at 6 in the morning and often coming home past midnight.

you have been together for multiple comebacks now. you knew the drill. both of you did. and still you can't get used to it. but you didn't wanna add onto the things he was thinking, and all of this was really out of both your control, so you just made the most of what you had. but you still miss him.

sure, whenever he comes home, he lays on his side of the bed and pulls you closer to him from behind. sometimes he leaves a trail of soft kisses on your shoulder before passing out.

but you miss more of him. so when he came home a little bit earlier tonight, just an hour before midnight, you can't help but tackle the man in bed and hug him tight. you were practically squeezing and grabbing his skin while you buried your face on the crook of his neck.

you inhale him in.

you latch onto his figure, your body on top of him hugging impossibly tighter, and you all but melt.

he smells so good. so familiar and warm and just... good. you nuzzle your head deeper into his neck as you hear him chuckle and wrap his arms around you.

"you missed me, jagi?" minho says softly while running his hand down your back with the other, petting your hair.

you hum in agreement while licking his neck, just smelling him not enough anymore.

"smell so good, min." you mumble against his skin in between soft kisses.

minho coos at your actions. you're too adorable right now.

soon enough you started biting and sucking on his neck. you wanted to swallow him. you haven't felt him for so long you thought you were gonna lose your mind.

"mmh.. you want something, baby?" minho says, his breathing a bit labored. he missed you so fucking much too.

you remove yourself from the comfort of his neck to really look at him.

his eyes were gazing up at you tiredly, but still full of love and longing. you can see him trying to fight his eyes from closing.

"i just want you. but you're tired-"

"it's okay, i want you too. just give me a moment-"

"shh." you kiss his lips softly. and then his nose, and then leaving a bunch of kisses on his temple. "can i take over for now? wanna make you feel good. wanna take care of you this time."

you say it so sweetly with pleading eyes. how can he deny you, really?

"okay, baby."

you smile brightly at that, and minho feels like his heart is about to burst.

his sweet angel. the sweetest. what did he ever do to deserve you?

noticing the furrow on his brow, you planted a kiss to it.

"don't worry. just relax. it's okay if you fall asleep. my baby has been working so hard..."

your hands start to run over his chest, and you notice how big he's gotten. you gave one of his pecs a squeeze and he laughs.

"yah, stop playing."

"okay, okay. help me take this off." you tug on his shirt. "wanna kiss all of you."

"yeah?" minho says with a teasing smile before helping you get his shirt off.

and holy fuck.

his PT sessions really did one on him. his chest had gotten bigger and firmer. not just that. you can tell he's getting more buff all over.

"jagi." minho says, pulling you out of your trance.

"min, holy shit! so beautiful.." your soft hands run all over his exposed body and he can't help but shiver at the contrast of your warmth from the chill of the room.

"you like it?" he teases, obviously already knowing the answer.

you answer with a lick on his pecs and you can feel him stiffen beneath you. you're groping and squeezing all over and minho can't help the huffs slipping past his pretty lips.

"jagiya, don't tease." he warns.

"but you're so pretty." you whine while kissing his skin. "your arms have gotten bigger..."

you gave them a firm squeeze.

"so strong." you feel minho's cock twitch at the praise. "you could easily take me. any way you want."

your voice is dizzying. your words are sending him to heaven. you're regularly not this vocal. well, not with coherent words coming out of your mouth. but usually, it's him doing the talking. so this is new. he feels like he's floating.

"and these." you squeezed his pecs again. "you always complain about working out. but you did it. im so proud of you."

you leave a bunch of wet kisses down his torso until you reach his scar. you know minho wasn't the type to show off his body. he thought his scar isn't exactly something people would like to see.

when you both first had sex, the lights were all off as per your wishes. what you didn't know was that minho wanted that too for his own concerns since he didn't want to let you see him that time.

once you two got more comfortable with each other, you assured him the scar looked "sexy as fuck", which made him laugh.

and it really was. minho thought you just said that cause you loved him, and since the scar was on him, your love would naturally extend to that. but no, even just the scar on him is really hot. he still didn't believe you so you told him "it's like toji fushiguro with his scar". he kinda got it after that.

you kissed the permanent mark on his body, whispering out a little "pretty".

minho was incredibly horny at this point but his heart also felt heavy from the overwhelming emotions you're pulling out of him.

you lick the length of the scar, and his cock pokes at you from within his sleep shorts.

"baby-"

"i got you." you whisper softly while trailing more wet kisses down his belly until you reach the hem of his shorts.

minho hisses as you pull the material down, his heavy dick springing up.

your soft hand grips the shaft and he clenches his jaw hard.

"always so hard and pretty for me." you say with gentle strokes. "so big..."

minho can't help the little whimper escaping his throat.

you're driving him insane.

"love hearing you, min." you swipe your thumb on the tip and give it a gentle squeeze. "i always cum so hard when you're panting in my ear."

minho moans loudly at your words. his sweet baby is talking so dirty. all his.

his cock looks fucking good in your hand right now, all red, and hard, and fucking leaking. you lick the head for a taste and it takes everything out of minho not to cum fast.

it's been so long. but you're here again, all pretty and enchanting with his cock in your mouth.

soon enough, you started sucking him off, trying to take as much as you can in your mouth and gripping the rest of what you can't fit with your hand. you're minding your teeth, swirling your tongue just how he likes it, and drooling on it.

the squelches are driving both of you crazy. he tried his best to open his eyes and he starts gripping the sheets hard so he wouldn't use them to hold your head and just fuck up into it.

minho wasn't really a man of spirituality and religion but this? you deserved all of his devotion. your eyebrows are scrunched in focus, eyes a bit teary and hazed from taking his cock just how he likes it– just how he taught you, and your fucking mouth. your pretty fucking lips wrapped around him, your hot, and wet tongue- it's too fucking much.

and you're moaning. you're moaning on his cock as if you're the one getting the most pleasure out of it. his sweet messy fucking angel.

after a couple of squeezes from your hand and swirls from your tongue, you could feel him tightening, and you look up right into his eyes.

he cums hard, moaning your name coupled with strings of praises. you keep licking and swallowing all he could offer. your personal fucking God.

minho is breathing heavily, still trying to calm down from the intense orgasm. he's long gone but it's okay. you clean up the other mess and take care of him like you said you would and like he always does.

"thank you, jagi." minho smiles as he kisses you on the lips. he tries to escalate it further, pushing his tongue past your mouth, but you break the kiss.

"mmh- you should sleep. you have an early day tomorrow." you say while minho groans.

"but you-"

"some other time. you're barely awake!" you giggle while minho tries to grab you. you can't believe you're getting away with interrupting him multiple times tonight. you bet his half-asleep brain can't even register that right now. you laugh softly at his cuteness.

he eventually just cuddles you, his breathing now even and his eyes closed.

"i love you, y/n. m'sorry for not being here a lot." he says sleepily, whispering into your ear.

"i love you too. and don't worry. i'll keep being here when u get home."

"miss you... a lot. wanna make it up to you" minho mumbles while pulling you closer.

"you will." you melt into his embrace. "but sleep for now, hm?. i miss you too. so much..."

#🍮 mail #🍮 requests #lee know x reader #lee know smut #lee minho x reader #lee minho smut #minho smut #skz smut #skz imagines

[ryomens-vixen]

420 w/ 90s Toji

CW: Toji himself is enough warning, rough sex, car sex, gun play, ass eating, profanity, reader is black coded and so is toji.

Author's note: If you have problem with me making toji speak in AAVE please don't hesitate to eat my fat ass about it, please and thank you.

Word count: YIPPIE Y'all finally get a word count! 2.6k ✨

Summary: If you ever wanted to get high the Toji here's your chance.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

How did you end up here? Going to pound town in the back of a Toji's big daddy truck, high as hell in a smoke filled truck- oh that's right you know how. It really started when you were out with the boys chillin- the boys meaning Satoru, Suguru, and Kento. You were watching them shooting hoops, Then the hood's hottest DILF and Whore pulled up with his kid- Megumi, he's such a cutie when he isn't mean muggin everyone and when he comes to his dad? Oh boy he doesn't play he's such a daddy's boy that Toji can't even pick up women without the lil boy tagging along. Megumi calls most of the shots anyways- if you're pretty to him that Toji will definitely fuck with you, if not? Ain't no use in talking to him, you're cooked.

Today T-Raw was up to no good as usual not only did he come to shoot some hoops, but he also came to pick up a couple of ladies to “take out” later on- Here is goes taking off that slutty tank top of his, not like he can ever keep his clothes on anyways, that fuckin slut- you couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand him because all he does is fuck around and drive all these bitches crazy about him- clearly his dick can't be that good to be chasing him around like that, or so you thought.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!”

Fuck how did you get here… oh yeah that's right, it really started when they was playing B-ball. Megumi kept looking at you and since he's practically his father's wing man you were hoping the lil boy didn't think you were pretty, then he spoke to you- talking about the dogs at their house to showing you his gold chain Toji bought him. But then it happened megumi ran off to go tell his dad about you.. Just your luck right? Riiiiight..

The whole game stopped because megumi had so much to say about you, hell he even told the guys you're his new mama because of how beautiful you are and it had T-Raw checking you out even Satoru gassed him up to go holla at you.

“Her? Oh that's y/n, you tryna fuck on her? Shit she hard to talk to, but on ma the pussy good as fuck she was just fuckin on me and Suguru last week.” Satoru had promised he'd never tell a soul that y'all fucked, but you have known that not even Satoru himself could hold a glass on water.

And just like that Toji was convinced enough to come see bout you.

“Wass good ma”

“..... “

“Hello? Mamas, So you sit finna talk to me? C'mon ion bite, baby.”

“Don't sit up here tellin them lies we all know yo ass bite.”

He chuckled, “Got a lil attitude problem. I like dat mamas. how bout you come smoke with me later on tonight.”

“I'm not one of these other bitches Toji so go find somebody to play with cause it ain't me.”

“Sound like you ain't had no dick Inna minute-”

“Maybe I don't want no dick from you!?”

Yeah, that's how it all went down. You were giving him too much lip that it was turning him on, that's why he didn't let up on you. He wanted to put you in your bratty ass place once and for all because clearly Satoru and Suguru didn't do it right. Naw you obviously needed some dick from big daddy himself, T-Raw.

Now here you are sitting in his truck getting hot boxed to hell, while Satoru and Suguru babysit megumi for that night, and man did you get the feeling neither of y'all would be able to make it home after this smoke session.

“You Eva put a blunt in yo pussy? I'll light for you- We gotta get fat ma blazed too yah feel me?”

What the fuck did he just say? “Toji shut the fuck up!” You have to admit that was pretty funny and wild to say at a time like this, but he isn't so bad right? Wrong.

You couldn't tell if it was the Kush getting to you or what, but with every minute that passed by he started to look more and more attractive. “Keep it together bitch” is what you thought to yourself, you didn't want to fuck around and find out why all his bitches were so crazy over him.

“So when you gone put that pussy on me, mamas?”

What the hell did he just say?

“I know she wet as fuck f'me, come climb on daddy's lap fo a minute.” this whole time his hand had been gripping your thigh close enough to your coochie. Yeah she was wet- soaking wet actually, but you weren't willing to admit that.. At least not verbally, because your body betrays you.

Before you knew it you had succumbed to his slick mouth, but it's not like you didn't fight about it. Oh but he loves a good ole brat- he loves the way they break once they've had a taste of his ten inch punisher and you were gonna break for him too.

“Bet you won't suck dis dick”

“Yeah I BET I won't, the fuck?”

“So all dat freak shit you do wit gang and nem just fo show, huh? Knew you wasn't bout nothin”

“Excuse me?!” How the fuck did he even know about that?! I bet Satoru told him, yeah totally never fuckin him again.

“You heard me, Ma. Chu ain't bout dat life fo'real.”

“Says who? I do what the fuck I want, when I want and who I want.”

“I betchu won't come fuck me then.”

“Bet!”

It all started with you giving him the best toe curling head he ever had, the way you kissed on the tip, licked him up from Gooch to tip, the way you suffocated on his dick, yeah you took all ten inches and he loved every bit of it “Fuck, y- you a nasty bitch” is what he groaned, he felt so good he took a chunk of your hair into his fist and held you still so he could fuck that throat of yours. You were his bitch now, you definitely weren't going nowhere sucking his dick this good.

You thought it'd stop at that no- you found yourself eating this man's ass like a full course meal, like you were hungry and it wasn't even your idea, it was his and you can thank his old bitch for that. Man was he a freak having his legs in the fuckin air, lighting another blunt while he watches you eat his ass. This was way out of your league, eating ass? Not even Satoru and Suguru made you do this, but at least you learned a thing or two from fuckin around with Mei Mei and Shoko one time. Honestly you were scared to even put your tongue down there, thinking he was dirty, but he was surprisingly clean.

“Dirty ass bitch get in the back, c'mon” he was ready, and you were nervous. We're you gonna be like all these other bitches that fucked him and started acting crazy, or were you gonna treat like you treat Satoru and Suguru? It was hard to tell because you never heard any complaints about Toji unless it's about him not answering his phone or talking to other bitches, the works.

“Bet yo dick ain't even that big-”

“Shut cho ass up and bend ova bitch I'll show yo ass how big it is.”

That was your mistake- bending over. Toji pushed your skirt up over your waist and wasted no time ripping those sexy panties off. Your pussy was dripping for him, spreading your asscheeks apart Toji took his cock in hand and rubbed it all along your wet folds, teasing you while you waited anxiously for him to fuck you- so anxious that you started popping off at the mouth again.

“Can't find the hole ol’ man?”

“Can't wait to shut cho lil ass up-”

“Pus-”

Then it happened he shut you up with the quickness, ramming all ten inches into that tight wet pussy of yours. It felt like your body took a screenshot from feeling his cock hit your cervix like that all you could do was tremble and tear up. You felt so full, hell you felt like his dick was somehow in your chest it was so fuckin big that you could hardly adjust to it.

Reaching back to place your hand on his abdomen was your biggest mistake ever “Move yo fuckin hand” is all he said before take ahold of your arm, bending it it behind your back and using his weight to push his cock deeper into you as if it wasn't deep enough.

The only thing that gave you enough relief was when he pulled out, you could finally breathe that was until he rammed his cock back inside… over and over and over again. He was so rough it felt like your mind was going blank all you could think about was how good your feeling right now, how deep his cock is, how your moans were practically stuck in your throat, toji had your eyes rolling back he even put his blunt out on your asshole so he could focus on fuckin you, god he was a nasty, nasty man, no wonder everyone was crazy for him.

The truck was rocking, you finally let out a strained moaned, Toji was fuckin you so ruthlessly leaving hand prints on your asscheeks, pushing down on your lower back to make you arch some more for him, grabbing fists full of your hair as he leaned his weight into every thrust. Your mind was going crazy, but you weren't the only one- Toji was too. Not only was he high as all hell, he was starting to get drunk off your pussy. He was loving how tight you were around him, squeezing and sucking him back into you- in his mind you were doing this on purpose, throwing that pussy- HIS pussy back on him like that yeah to him you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Man fuck! Fuck you let then two fools hit before me?! Fuckin slut” God he put his weight into it again.

“Lil bratty ass bitch got nothin to say now, say sumthin else, come bitch say some more slick shit for daddy so I keep on tearin this pussy up!”

You were past cloud nine at this point everything felt good, his dick, his words, his thrusts, everything. You almost lost your mind when he reached out in front of you and grabbed his gun. That's when you realized how crazy this man is- he pulled out a damn gun!? For what!? Now you see why everyone is so crazy about him.

“T- Toji Wa-”

“Shut the fuck up” he pulled out panting and started rubbing the barrel of it against your wet folds. “How you gone feel if I put this glock 30 in this pussy? Hm? Talk to me mamas, I'm not fuckin done witchu”

“Toji i-”

“It's T-Raw, bitch.” You trembled the second he pushed the barrel inside your pussy. You couldn't tell if you were scared or excited, but you knew one thing he sure as hell was excited just from pumping your pussy with his glock.

“You's a nasty dirty ass, bitch, throwin back on MY gun, bet it ain't as good as this mufuckin pipe.” He had a cocky tone to his voice while he was gripping the hell out of his cock and fisting it vigorously. “Fuck it-” he tossed his gun to the side causing you the whimper from the sudden emptiness, but that was soon replaced with him slamming his cock back in, then reaching around you to grab ahold of the sides of your mouth as he drilled you, drool on his fingers and arm rest, drool on his cock that's how he liked it.

You could feel a knot in the pit of your pussy, you were so close, tears welled up in your eyes, you were going to burst at this rate, if he kept up brutal pace he'll be cleaning up coochie juice for weeks with the way you around to cum. You reached in between your legs to rub circles onto your clit to help get you to that big orgasm you've always wanted..

“T- T-Raw! F- Fuck! Daddy I'm gonna cum!”

Toji was so lost in your pussy it was almost like he was in another world, You were just too good for him. It was driving him crazy. He almost didn't register what you said at first, you? About to cum? Yeah no he couldn't have that yet, not until HE is done.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!” Suddenly, He puts you into one of the meanest chokeholds you had ever been in, pulling your body onto his lap so that you're sitting on his fat cock with your legs propped up on the back on the front seats. Fuck he really wasn't done with you for real.

“Can't NOBODY fuck you like I do, you ain't gone be thinkin of nobody's dick, but mine after I'm done, you hear me bitch?! Take that shit, take it, take it, take it, Ah Fuck-!”

You couldn't breathe, your eyes were touching the back of your head, he was beating your pussy in and you couldn't do anything about it. His dick was good… too good in fact, he was slutting you out better than Satoru, Suguru, hell even Choso- but none of them know about that one. You could almost guarantee your brain chemistry has been altered just from the way he's trying to put his dick up your coochie, through your stomach and behind the left rib. All you could do now was take his dick like the good little bitch that you are.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

“Yes! G- Give it to me T-Raw! Give it to me Daddy!”

His thrust became sloppy and his grip around your neck tightened, he was definitely about to cum inside your sweet pussy, yet that's really you wanted now was for him to fill your pussy up with his baby batter. He let on one loud “Fuck” into your ear and rammed his dick inside you one more time, all you could feel so was his cock pumping his load inside you.

Once he was finished he let go of your throat, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. But the thing is you didn't get to cum yet and toji knew that and all he could do was smirk at your pouty lil face for not making you cum too.

“What? Yah mad bitch? Brats like yo ass don't deserve to cum.” He took his left over blunt and lit it.

“But since you was a good fuck I'll let you cum this once, but I ain't helpin, so bounce on dis dick all you want.”

“B.. But T-Raw”

“What the fuck did I just say? Huh? Get to fuckin bouncing, I'm waiting slut.”

You know it, you were going to be crazy just like all his other bitches after tonight… ain't no way you're going back to the boys, ever.

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[ghouljams]

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goose? but i feel like it could fit someone else too just can’t put my finger on it

No that's absolutely Goose coded. I have in fact written fic just for you because of it, so here's Goose being possessive and mildly insane.

You open the trailer door in nothing but a tank top and a pair of panties, still brushing your teeth. You raise a brow looking at the woman with her hand still raised to knock on the door. She smiles sweetly. Phoney fucking bologna. You lean to the side and spit your toothpaste onto the grass, ignoring the face she makes. You get a good view of her nice white boots before you straighten up.

"Can I help you?" You ask because she doesn't seem intent on talking.

"I'm lookin' for Simon Riley?" She coos in a voice that says she's trying to be polite but really sees you as an obstacle more than a person.

"Ain't he comin' off a roping round?" You give your teeth another quick brush just because you don't wanna stand around holding something and because you figure it'll make her realize you're not interested in helping whatever little scheme she's cooked up.

"He offered to help me with my tack," Sounds innocent enough, not exactly your husband's MO though, "he said I could meet him at his camper." Ah. "Didn't mention you." Uh huh. You nod. This is sounding more like him, send the pushy problem to you to deal with.

You tug your toothbrush from your mouth and spit again before smiling at the girl. "Well ain't that sweet of him, bless his heart I'm always tellin' that man he's gotta start being nicer to people." You gesture with your toothbrush, flipping off the men that wander by a little too slowly. It's not your fault this bitch wouldn't stop hammering on your door long enough to let you pull a pair of jeans on.

"Right," the girl pulls the word suspiciously through her lips.

"My brother sure can pick 'em," you see the tension in her shoulders loosen a little, "wait here baby, I'll put some pants on and we can go lookin' for 'im."

You think you know why Simon sent this chick your way. She won't shut the fuck up. You're doing fine keeping up, but you're sure his head was spinning. As it is you're fielding questions about your husband and attempting to give awful but honest answers. When she asks if he's got any neurosis you almost lose it. You cover by telling her he's a veteran and that seems to handle most of her questions from there. It's too bad the woman went after your husband, you might have liked her if she wasn't an attempted homewrecker.

Though that thought is quickly dashed against the rocks when you spot Simon and she goes running over to him. It's then that you get a good look at the rhinestones covering her back pockets. Fucking saddle scratchers, of course she needs help with her tack it's probably torn to shreds. Simon looks straight past her to you, his face going white --well, whiter-- when he sees you smile. He's quick to side step the woman and stalk over to you.

"What're you smiling about?" He asks, his voice rough, you wonder if he had a rough ride for his practice round. You desperately want to ask if he knows the dummies they bring out don't move, that he doesn't have to work so hard roping the suckers. Instead and tip your head to make sure he knows you're looking at him and grin.

"Thinkin' about how sad and sorry you'd be without me."

Simon hums, leaning down to kiss you. The soft press of his lips is made all the sweeter for the gasp that escapes your unwelcome guest. You keep your hands at your side, really drive home that your man wants to kiss you the way his big hands cup your face to keep you in place as his tongue swipes against the seam of your lips. It's really too bad Simon likes putting on a show. You'd stand here and kiss him all day if you could, but you have a fan to deal with. You turn your head on the next kiss so Simon's lips land on your cheek, it doesn't stop him. His lips trail over your cheek, against your jaw, you have to push at him when his stubble scratches at your neck. Too ticklish early in the morning for his nonsense.

His wannabe bunny is paler than a ghost watching you press your hands against Simon's broad chest. She scowls at you, and you stick your tongue out in response.

"You could've told me he was taken," She spits at you, "you're not funny." So weird, you think you're hilarious. Simon let you go to give the girl a confused look. She glares at him as well before turning to leave.

"Oh wait, you got somethin' on your jeans," You tell her, she twists and you step closer, "looks like you sat in something."

You grab the top of one of her pockets and jerk hard, ripping the damn thing from the seat of her pants. She shrieks and Simon's quick enough to make sure she doesn't catch you with that weak ass swing.

"You bitch!" She yells at you. You blow her a little kiss with her stupid bedazzled pocket.

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[pepsiboyy]

HEARTSTRINGS. - p5

p4 ⚜ masterlist ⚜ p6

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: after moving to massachusetts from florida, y/n lives with her half brother, nathan doe, who is part of a small garage band. their sassy guitarist, chris sturniolo, can't help but get on her nerves. but there's something about him. warnings: use of y/n lol, cursing, fluff a/n: HIIII sorry for the wait!!! ive been adding to this chapter as time goes on and this is the final product because i know yall have been waiting for it <3 love you guys so much thanks for the support!!!

"i got us a show!" nathan exclaimed, his eyes just as wide as his smile as he gripped a piece of paper, waving it in front of him.

i clasped my hands together in excitement, and smiled brightly. "yes!! where?"

"soundwave lounge!" nathan smiled warmly as he handed the paper to chris, who held it out for ben to see as well.

everyone had such a bright smile.

i smiled as i watched chris's excitement run through him.

"i think we're good to go, we just need a vocalist," chris mumbled, as everyone slowly averted their gaze towards me.

i blinked a few times as i chuckled nervously. "me?" i choked out.

"yeah, you'd be great!" nathan happily wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in and looking towards chris and ben with a wide smile.

i stared at chris for a moment, who gave me a reassuring smile, before i spoke up. "fine, maybe."

chris and i had been seeing each other for about a week and a half now. he would often spend the night with nathan, who would fall asleep quickly, prompting chris to come to my room and spend time with me.

it was nice, having him around. i found out that the two of us have a lot more in common than i ever could have guessed.

we decided to keep it a secret from nathan and our other bandmate, ben, for the sake of keeping things private. that, and we had no idea how nathan would react.

"whatcha thinkin' about?" chris's voice rang softly, ripping me from my thoughts as he ran a hand through my hair softly.

i smiled softly at him as i shrugged and sighed. "i can't believe you guys want me as a vocalist." i whispered. "i feel like i can hardly sing."

"i'm sure you're great.. don't ever put yourself down." chris immediately reassured, his eyes fixated on me. he hated when i got into self-deprecating moods. which was often.

i sighed and nodded. "would i be singing the lyrics that you've been working on?" i asked softly, looking at chris as he shot me a quick shrug.

"probably. i don't really know. we can figure it out." he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he sighed and sat up. "it's goin' on three o'clock. i should probably go lay down." he whispered.

i nodded softly as i shot him a quick smile. "sleep well, 'kay?"

chris stood to his feet and stood up, sending me a quick nod and a wave. "you too."

and just as he got to the door, he swung back around on his heel and quickly made his way over to plant a kiss to my forehead.

i reached up to press my hand to the back of his neck, pulling his lips against mine.

as he pulled away, i shot him a smile.

and then he left quietly.

my eyes peeled open at the abrupt sound of drums slamming against one another downstairs.

i rubbed my eyes and slowly rose from my bed, my hair in every possible direction. i didn't care though. what i cared about was the drums playing at fucking 10am.

"what the hell are you guys doing?" i stated loudly, but nothing was loud with the sound of them playing. i stepped a bit closer, where chris finally seemed to notice my presence and stopped playing.

before anyone could notice, he shot me a soft smile.

"oh hey, y/n," nathan stated, his body leaning over to set down the drumsticks.

"why are you guys playing so goddamn early?" i stated firmly, rubbing my eyes.

"we have to practice for our show. it's tomorrow!" nathan stated with a wide smile, making my jaw drop.

"tomorrow!? i was thinking like a week or something?" i sighed as i moved to sit between nathan and chris.

"same here, but most we can do is practice to the best of our ability." ben stated, his eyes averting to the side.

everyone seemed to share a glance. he was being unusual.

"right. well. i'm gonna run inside and get a drink. can i get you guys anything?" i asked softly.

they all shook their heads, except for chris, who begged for a pepsi.

i chuckled and nodded, making my way quickly to the kitchen to go ahead and grab chris and i both a pepsi.

the trip was quick. i tip-toed back into the garage as i wasn't wearing any shoes. "here ya go."

chris smiled warmly at me.

the way his eyes creased as he smiled, the way his teeth poked from his mouth as he bit onto his bottom lip softly and his cheeks grew a soft shade of pink. his hair slightly damp from playing in the warmth of the garage. god, he was stunning. his hand gently grazed mine as he took the pepsi, shooting shocks through my skin.

"thanks," chris stated softly, before turning back to his guitar.

i blinked a few times before i made my way over to my chair again and allowed my eyes to look over everyone, ben's eyes locked on chris.

a few hours had gone by. ben had left, and chris, of course, was spending the night.

his fingers gently grazed the guitar strings as he hummed to himself and played, his eyes glued to his own hand.

he was sitting at the edge of the bed playing quietly and occasionally glancing at me with a soft smile, where i couldn't help but sit and admire him from where i was. "how long have you been playing guitar?" i spoke up, sitting up slightly.

"mmm. since like junior high. i dabbled and got more interested as time went on." he smiled at the thought as he remembered playing a lot more back in high school.

i nodded as i listened and hummed softly. "you're really good."

"thanks."

"mhm."

we sat in silence for a few moments before chris moved to set the guitar down. carefully, he crawled towards me and rested his head against my chest, his body between my legs.

"i hope that once the stress dies down, we can tell your brother about us." he stated softly.

a warm smile appeared on my lips as i nodded softly and sighed contently as i moved a hand to brush through his curly, brunette locks. "i agree."

"i like you a lot." chris admitted softly.

i couldn't see his face from the position we were in, but i could see his ears growing red. i chuckled softly as i wrapped my arms gently around his head and pulled him infinitely closer to me. "i like you too."

we sat in a comfortable silence, my eyes locked on the ceiling with a soft smile until i felt chris's breathing slow to a rhythmic, peaceful pace. i smiled to myself as i continued to caress his hair gently.

and for a few hours, i let him sleep there in my arms.

nathan's tongue stuck out from between his lips in focus as he set up his drumset on the stage.

i, on the other hand, stood awkwardly. "can i help at all?"

"i think we got it," nathan would quickly reply.

the guys were setting up for their show today. they had practiced a lot yesterday and a bit before they began packing things up today.

my eyes couldn't leave chris. he looked great today. like every day. damn.

one of the managers of the event they were performing at stepped onto the stage, eyes glued to a watch on his wrist. "alright guys, doors open in fifteen. we lookin' good?"

everyone shot up, their eyes looking at the man before exchanging glances and nodding. "yeah, we should be good in just a few minutes," ben stated.

i shifted to move backstage. nathan ran off to the restroom with chris, and.. i'm not really sure where ben went.

"hey, y/n?"

i turned my head to the side and met eyes with the bassist, blinking a few times. "oh, hey ben. are you pumped for your show?"

he gave me a half smile before he stepped closer to me.

"hey, i really wanted to talk with you about something."

i looked at ben for a moment and swallowed. i nodded softly. please don't ask me for life advice. not really my thing.

"look, i think i really like you, i think you're gorgeous and-"

what the fuck?

my eyes widened as i attempted to regain composure. "ben, i don't think-"

"i'd really like to take you on a date. i know your brother is my friend and stuff, but-"

i lifted my hands to hold in front of me in defense as i felt my stomach turn. "ben, i don't-"

"would you consider?" he stated softly.

we sat in silence as i stared at him.

well this is awkward.

"i don't... really feel the same way."

i watched ben's shoulders slump.

"sorry." i quickly apologized. "i- uhh. you'll do great tonight-" i stated quickly before retreating to nathan and chris who had just returned from the restroom.

chris furrowed his eyebrows at me as i literally walked right behind him and stood there. he could tell something had happened, but decided to ask me later.

nathan, on the other hand, was so pumped.

"guys, we're gonna destroy this tonight!!" he stated quickly, giving everyone a fist bump. "y/n, cheer so hard from over here!" he smiled widely, and i nodded eagerly.

"i will, don't worry!"

as a few minutes went by, the boys got called to get ready to get on stage.

i wished them luck, and bit my lip as i watched them step out, some cheers heard from outside to hype them up.

what the hell just happened??

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[mopopshop]

i need angst w emily pls anything 🙏

Tension (Emily Engstler x OC)

summary: emily keeps running into her past flings and gabi gets jealous, kinda toxic but they love each other at the end of the day

i love this one a lot so i hope y’all enjoy!!!

You really only enjoy parties when you're with Emily, but you don't get to indulge in those too often since she's usually at practice. 

 But tonight, the plan is just fun, and when Emily asks if you want to go out to a party, you can't help how stupidly excited you get. You dress in a denim mini skirt and a black crop top. Your makeup is done as usual, topped off with a glossy lip.

You almost don't make it out of the house because Emily can't keep her hands to herself, but alas, you do, enjoying the free drinks and music when you arrive.

You've been there for about an hour when you leave Emily in the hallway momentarily to grab another drink. 

You return minutes later, a little giddy, "Just the way you like, drink up" you insist, holding your red solo cup to Emily who shakes her head uninterested.

 "Eh, not tonight. Ion really feel like it"

"Just a taste, Em. I could have a future in bartending." You say taking a sip of her drink to show how good it tastes. Instead of drinking from the cup, she pulls you in by your waist and kisses your lips, sucking on your bottom lip, 

"Hmm yeah that's kinda good."

You chuckle and roll your eyes at her antics, putting her drink on a random table and sip on your own as you stay cozy in her arms. "I think they should pay me to mix drinks for people instead of giving people that crappy jungle juice."

"Yeah? You tryna get into business?"

"Mhmm. Don't you think I'll make a fortune?"

"I mean you're mad sexy and selling good drinks. I don't see why not."

"Maybe we can go into business together, party favors all wrapped in one." Before Emily can tell you you're tripping, a girl strides up to you both.

 “Emily."

She turns to the girl she doesn't recognize, "Hi..?” 

"It's Leslie. From a few years back," she explains.

"Ohhh shit. Hi," she says, dropping her arm from you to lean in to hug Leslie. "Thought you and your family moved?"

"We did. I was just back visiting some friends for the weekend. It's good to see you."

"You too. This is my girl, Gabi," she introduces, and you shyly wave.

"I'm Leslie. Nice to meet you. Emily and I were cool back in the day.” she explains then turns back to Emily “We should catch up while I'm here," she grins.

"Yeah uh.. I'm a little busy but we can see."

"Sweet, see you then," she says. "Nice to meet you, Gabi."

When she walks off, you get a flashback from a party you went to about a month back.

Emily was with the team that night, so you weren't around her like you usually would be. After giving her a few minutes of space you go searching. 

Finding her in a hallway where she and some girl are talking. They're both posted up against the wall like they've been talking for a while. And it's not that you're immediately jealous. You're merely curious. Your girlfriend isn't much of a talker, especially to strangers, so you're wondering who she is and why she seems so comfortable chatting with the stranger. You walk down the hall, and Emily catches your eye before you make it to them. She shoots you a smile and wraps an arm around you when you reach her.

"You having a good time?" she asks.

You nod and look over to the girl, Emily noticed and introduces her "This is Jen. We used to chill back in the day. This is my girlfriend, Gabi," she introduces.

Jenny smiles and nods, "Nice to meet you. You're lucky, Em has always been such a good person."

Your eyes twitch at the use of ‘Em’ but you smile and look up at your girlfriend, "I know. How did you guys meet?"

"Um, through a friend of a friend really. We used to hang a lot after parties. We were just reckless horny teenagers, you know how it is," Jenny says.

It finally dawns on you that this is one of Emily's previous hookups. You don't say that you, in fact, 'don't know how it is,' but remain polite nonetheless, "Yeah, of course. It was nice meeting you."

"You too. Good seeing you, Em! You look good."

You narrow your gaze at that ending comment, and as if Emily can read your mind, she reassures you.

“Baby, chill. She didn’t mean it like that”

"I didn't even say anything, Emily," you say defensively.

"Yeah, but I know my girl. You're real expressive and don't need to speak for me to know what you're thinking. Just know you’re the only girl I want, m’kay?"

So by the time it happens again, you already know their history before Emily explains anything, but you ask anyway.

"Who was that?" you ask.

She shrugs and sniffs, "Old friend."

"From school?"

"Mhmm," she says, looking down the hall. Seemingly avoiding everywhere but your eyes. 

"Why can't you look at me?" You ask because Emily finds it incredibly hard not to tell you the truth when you're staring at her. She can tell you've been reaching your limit lately with people approaching her, and she just doesn't want to send you over the edge. 

"I am looking at you," she chuckles, turning back to look at you and pecking your lips. You narrow your gaze up at her.

 "Why are you being awkward?"

"I didn’t mean to. Sorry." she says then quickly goes back to no eye contact. 

"Did something happen with you two?" you ask, grabbing her chin and turning it to look at you. "Hmm?"

"Um, I mean, we weren't like together or anything like that. Just hooked up a couple times," she admits. You nod, hands caressing the back of her head.

"That was forever ago," she's quick to explain. "Like she said, five or six years."

"Can I ask you something? And I want you to be honest," you say, moving from her head to your her hand and interlocking with hers.

"Alright."

"How many people have you been with before me?"

"Uh— like sexually..?" she questions and you nod in confirmation.

"Um, I don't really know to be honest."

Your brows shoot up, "What do you mean you don't know? Em, Is the number that high?"

"Why does it matter? It's just you now."

"I'm just curious. Is it over 5? 10?" you ask.

"Over 20?" you question then flinch when she doesn't reply, "Wow, Emily," you say, sipping your drink in disbelief.

 "Don't be upset, baby" she says, squeezing your waist.

"I'm not upset, it's just weird. It'd be nice to go to these parties and not run into every girl you've fucked. That's all," you say, seething through your teeth, walking off towards the kitchen to refill your drink.

"It's a small town, Gabbs. We're gonna run into some people."

You whip your head to her, " ‘Some people’ doesn’t mean be with nearly half of the girls our age in D.C"

"I was young. Like stupidly young, doing shit I wasn't supposed to. I grew out of that, chilled out for a while now and all that was before you anyway. Why you tripping?"

"I just don't like it. I'm your girlfriend, I don't like people you've been with coming up to us like you're still friends. It's weird, Em. And if you weren't my first and there were girls I've been with coming up to us every week, I know you would feel the same way."

"I get it, Gabi. I'm sorry. What you want me to do though?"

You shrug because realistically there's nothing you can do in this situation. You're upset and feel awkward and uncomfortable. Are the past girls looking up at you, wondering why Emily chose you? Were they wishing Emily was single so they can have a repeat of their nights with her? Why are they even so comfortable coming up to her to say hi? How did it end? Were any of them repeats? Your mind is just spiraling.

She takes your hand as she leads you out of the house and you both settle on the porch. "Ask me what you wanna ask. I can tell you're overthinking it and there ain't nothing to overthink," she says.

"I don't know, Em," you sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

"Just talk then. Say what's on your mind."

"I feel uncomfortable whenever someone comes up to us. I keep wondering why they're so comfortable coming up to you. Before you introduce me, are they trying to hook up again? Or how did y'all leave things? Were y’all friends with benefits, more? Or— I don't know. It's just really weird for me. I know I have no reason to be upset, like you've been with a lot of people, fine, but meeting them and— I don't know. I don't want to feel like I'm fighting to keep you interested in me. That's how I feel when we run into these girls."

Emily steps closer to you and wraps her arms around your waist, sensing your doubt. "Thank you for telling me. Would you like me to answer your questions?"

You nod.

"I've had a couple of friends with benefits. Leslie and Chelsea, the ones who were trying to make a move, were two of 'em. It's rare that I end things badly with someone; we just stop hooking up, so there's no bad blood, which is maybe why they come say hi. Never had anything more with any of them. You know you're my first girlfriend. There ain't no reason you gotta feel like you're competing with someone else. I'd put a ring on it if you let me."

You're still pouty and needing some affirmation, so you hold your left hand out. She chuckles, picking up your hand up and kissing it. "Gotta find your ring first."

"I'm sorry for being jealous. It's just really hard sometimes, Emily. I just wanna enjoy my nights with you without that or not worry when I don't come that they're gonna try something."

"They can try all they want. I'm not interested,

Gabbs. It ain't ever gonna be like that with nobody else. I'm in this with you for life; you're all I want. Come on now, you know that."

"I know, I do know that," you insist. "I trust you, Em. I really do. I just—it's just gonna take me a minute." You lean in to give her a chaste kiss. "Also, you still didn't tell me your number."

"Why you so curious?" She asks, stroking your chin. "I really don't keep track."

"What if, at the time, you caught an STI? How would you tell everyone you've slept with?"

Emily should be used to your random questions by now, but she doesn't know if she'll ever be. "I don't know, G. Come on, I don't wanna talk about this."

"Okay, okay," you say like you're about to drop it and then ask, "Just tell me like what is it around. 20, 40, 50?"

"Gabi," she chuckles. "I don't know, maybe around 20, 25."

You nod, processing the information. A brief moment of silence passes between you. "I'm not jealous, but I can't believe you even knew 25 people you wanted to sleep with."

"I mean, there wasn't really a bar to meet or nothing. I was just horny and puberty was ruining my shit. It's all I could think about at the time, so I was sleeping with whoever wanted to”

"Did you.. like use— any type of protection" you push.

"Baby," she sighs. "Why you interrogating me now?"

"What? You're sleeping with me now. I should know," you defend, looking up at her.

"And we got tested before we even started sleeping together, so that don't even matter."

"So I'm guessing that's a no," you conclude.

"Only with some I was sleeping with regularly. And they didn't crossover, so it was only unprotected sex with one person at a time. I wasn't that dense."

"Okay. Everything we've done, have you done it all before, or was any of it your first time?"

"A lot of it was my first time, Gabi. I'm telling you, that shit before was transactional on both ends. It was in and out, so all of this with you was still new for me. But even if it wasn't, I'm with you, G. So it's gonna be special for me no matter what."

"You good with the questions?" she asks when you don't ask a follow-up question.

"I think you're really in love with me, Em," you smile down in between you.

"I am."

"I know," you smile, wrapping your arms around her neck, your gaze shifting up to her. "I love you and I trust you. It's just strange sometimes, but I know you'll always choose me."

"Damn right."

"So when are you proposing?"

"It ain't gonna be a surprise if I tell you, G."

"But maybe like next year? Next two?" you try to gauge. Emily chuckles and kisses you. "Ain't telling you shit, baby, so you might as well stop asking."

"Okay, but like you'll tell me if I need to wear something nice the day of, right?" you mutter against her lips.

Emily ignores your insistent questioning, picks you up, and deepens the kiss, and that does the trick in shutting you up and getting your mind off it, at least for tonight.

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[sachirobabe]

Chapter 5

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Wc: 2895

Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.

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"Mori says we need to find some managers." Himari says on the way to school.

You were originally supposed to try and find some before the third years left last season, but you continued to put it off.

"Saori did stats the whole game and Mori wanted to play her for a few rallies." She goes on.

"I know," You sigh, "I'll try looking today during lunch and break." A comfortable silence fell upon the two of you.

Himari speaks up after a few minutes of silence. "Do you think Saori is a good setter?"

You were still getting to know the first years, but you knew they all had talent. "Yeah she is." You say.

"Do you think Mori would want to run a 6-2?" Himari asks, you're starting to catch on that she's a little worried about losing her spot. In the previous years there were no other setters on her level for her to compete with. This is new.

"Don't get all worried," You nudge her, "You're the best setter around, you have experience, and you have chemistry with the team."

"How can I not worry." She chews the inside of her cheek.

You give her a look, "Saori is a great setter, but she's a first-year so she's gonna be more prone to making mistakes. Plus coach can't sit her out every single game. That's her next setter when we leave."

"You're right, she's gonna need to get experience." Himari says, kicking a rock in front of her.

"Let's not worry about playing time, we get to play volleyball and go to all of these tournaments and make more memories." You cheer her up. "Let's stay after practice today, we can work on some combos."

"Thanks, Y/n." She smiles, "I feel a little better now." The school comes into view and the campus is filled with students laughing and enjoying the sunlight.

During lunch you quickly ate and went on your way to find some students who weren't in a club. The girls volleyball team was a bit famous, winning back to back gave you a name.

There were little whispers around as you entered a classroom, trying to find your teammate. "Aiko!" You get her attention and she turns at the call of her name.

"Hey captain, what's up?" She says, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Do you know of any boys who aren't in a club yet? I'm trying to find a manager." You explain.

She thinks for a moment, "Not that I know of, I'm sorry." She apologizes for not being able to help you.

"It's okay." You brush off. You put up some flyers, even handing the teachers some to pass out to any students they knew weren't in a club. You end up in the first-year hallway, looking for a blonde middle.

"Hey, Y/n." Mei smiles, "Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine," You explain to her the situation and stand in front of her desk, "Do you happen to know anyone?"

She looks around the room, but ends up shaking her head. "I can't think of anyone, but I can take some of those flyers and applications." She points to your hands.

"Really? Thank you so much." You hand her a couple and begin to walk back to your class, there were about 5 minutes left. You weren't really paying attention to where you were going, as you turned the corner you were met with a hard surface. You realized you had accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry—"

"Oh hey." Kuroo smiles, "What're you doing here?" He looks confused.

"I could ask you the same thing." You raise an eyebrow.

He lets out an airy laugh, "I was going to give this to Lev, but I'll have to wait since someone rudely bumped into me."

"I said I was sorry!" Your eyes widen as he now follows you back to the third-year hallway.

"Just kidding." He rolls his eyes, "What're those?" He motions to the applications in your hand.

"I'm trying to find a manager for my team, we need someone to take stats." You explain, "I was in the other halls to find students who weren't in a club yet."

"Ahh," He nods, "Any luck?"

"No." You rub your forehead. "Coach is gonna bug me about it for not doing this sooner." You chuckle.

"At least we have an assistant coach, why doesn't she have one?" He found it a little weird.

"We keep telling her, but she likes to work alone." You roll your eyes at her stubbornness. "I'll see you later." You wave to him as you enter your class, the bell had rung and Kuroo was still walking, he was a little late, it made Mori raise her eyebrow in suspicion.

She let it slide since it was his first time ever, she continued on with the lesson as normal. For the remainder of the school day, your teacher had given a group assignment.

"Hey Kai," You get the boys attention, "Do you wanna work with us?"

He smiles, "Sure." Picking up his paper and pencil and moving closer.

"Hey Himari." He greets.

"Hey." She smiles nervously, you raise your eyebrow at her. Knowing you'd bring this up to her later.

"I already started this part," He shows his paper to the two of you. The assignment was fairly easy, it was meant to take up the rest of the day, but you had all finished it with a bit of spare time.

Your teacher allowed you guys to do whatever as long as it didn't disrupt the other students who were still working, Himari was digging in her bag for something, she gets your attention as she finds it.

"Mori gave me the stats, if you wanna look." She pushes the iPad towards you, already knowing you'd take it.

You thank her and opened it to look at your hitting first, you knew you hit well that game, so it wasn't a worry for you. You checked your passing next, then you realized that the hitting wasn't as effective as it was when you were in front, but it picked back up again when you got to the net.

A good starting lineup has the most effective hitting, passing, and serving first, then it goes down towards the end of a rotation. You'd bring this up to coach.

You notice Kai conversing with Himari, she seemed to have eased her nerves a bit and was more comfortable talking to him. You had no idea she had a thing for him, it made you happy to be able to bug her about it.

You began to check some other averages as well, mostly just getting a feel for how the first lineup of the season was going. Time went by quickly, the bell rang and it surprised you.

"We'll see you later." Himari waved to Kai and he smiled and returned the wave. You quickly say bye to him, trying to keep up with Himari.

"Aw you left so quickly." You pout as you caught up.

She turns her head quickly towards you, "It's not like that."

"I didn't bring him up, now I know you like him." You wink and she groans, covering her quickly reddening face.

"I just want to be friends with him." She states.

"Uh huh, that's why you're blushing and being nervous around him." You say back, opening the club room. "This is payback."

"For what?" She gasps sarcastically and the two of you giggle.

A bead of sweat slowly falls down your face, you wipe it as you continue to listen to your coach talk about the practice match. You fiddle with a stray string on your knee pad, bored. You had already looked over the stats.

A few girls began to leave, but you and some others stayed after to get more reps in. There was a small game of 3 on 3. Himari, Aiko, and you were on one side, and Saori, Rikako, and Keiko on the other.

Aiko received the ball, you started your approach early, wanting to run a quick from the outside position, without communicating, Himari spotted you in the air and tossed the ball quickly to you.

You swung as quickly as you could, slamming the ball onto the other side of the net. Rikako and Keiko were both on the ground, trying to get a touch, but failed.

"That's not fair!" Rikako laughed, getting up from the ground.

"Yeah, there's no blockers." Keiko adds on.

"You're more than welcome to do quicks." Aiko says across the net.

"Huddle up!" Saori says and the three younger girls form a triangle.

While you waited for them to finish scheming, you walked over to your coach. "I was thinking," you begin and she takes her eyes off of her iPad, "I noticed our hitting is weaker in the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th rotations."

"I noticed it too, what're you thinking?" She motions for you to continue.

"What if we switched Naomi and I, she has a solid serve, I don't think we'd do poorly." You say.

"I think that could work. I was also wanting to use Aiko more, her serving last season was amazing." Your coach says, "I like the lineup, but I do think I'll switch you and Naomi."

"If you want Aiko to serve more, she could go in for one of the middle blockers, then have Misaki go in for them."

"Your mind is great." She laughs and you smile.

"Okay we're ready!" Saori yells and you jog back to your position. The ball was sent over and Himari passed it.

"I got it!" Aiko says.

"Right!" Himari yells back, you're surprised she's attacking. Aiko pass-set to Himari and she hits a nasty line shot. Keiko receives it and Saori begins to jump set, but then she quickly changes it up and attacks the ball.

You were caught off guard, preparing for a quick from Keiko, the ball was coming towards your face fast, you quickly use your hands in defense. It was a bit off. "Sorry!" You yell.

"I've got it! Aiko!" Himari says and quickly runs to the ball, giving her a back set, Aiko tracks the ball and hits it over to the other side.

Rikako receives the ball with one hand, her body on the floor, it somehow perfectly lands in Saori's hands and she sets the ball impossibly quick to Keiko, but she wasn't able to get there in time because of how fast it was.

You stare with your mouth open at Saori, "What was that!?"

"I was trying to do a gap." She says and you're still looking at her confused, she thinks you don't know what a gap is, so she begins to explain, "You know, where the attacker is on their 3rd step and you set to them."

You shake your head, "I know what a gap is, we run those all the time—but that was insanely quick."

"I thought that's how they're normally set?" She looks around confused and Keiko is still trying to catch her breath.

"Is that how you'd set for your middle school team?" Rikako asks, absolutely baffled.

"Sometimes, but my hitters weren't fast enough so my coach made me slow it down." Saori explains.

"What made you try it again?" You approach her.

"Keiko's fast and tall, it just felt right to do." She answers.

"Do that again," Your coach is intrigued now, "Keiko try your best to hit. Y/n, toss the ball to her." Himari grabs a ball cart and rolls it over to you.

"Ready?" You ask and they all nod, you toss the ball to Saori, Keiko begins her approach, she gets to her second step, but the ball was already soaring past her.

"Sorry, I'm not used to this quick of a set." She apologizes.

"It's okay, try again." Coach Mori encourages and she gets back into formation.

You toss another ball and as soon as the ball leaves your hands, Keiko is beginning her approach, this time Keiko was in the air as Saori was setting the ball, it happened so quick, Keiko hit the ball and it slammed onto the other side of the net.

"Holy shit." You laugh and break into a huge smile.

"We can work with that." Your coach smirks. "We'll work more on it tomorrow, we're gonna focus on attacking."

"Clean up!" You say and begin to take down the net. Himari had an uneasy feeling in her stomach, but she remembers your words from earlier, she tries her best to keep it down. She goes up to Saori and compliments her, the two converse for a little.

You lock the gym doors and walk back to the club room, you notice Himari is a little down, but she refuses to talk about it. "I'm gonna head out now." She says to you.

"Do you want me to walk with you?" You'd always walk with each other because of how close you live.

"I kinda just want some space, I'm sorry." She apologizes.

"That's okay, I'll see you tomorrow." You smile at her and she puts in her headphones and walks out. You're the last one the leave, taking your time to pack your things.

You lock up the clubroom and see Kuroo and his friends a little ahead of you, Kuroo turns his head at the sound of a door being shut. "Hey-uh, walk without me today." He curtly says and makes his way over to you.

Yaku and Kai turn to see and immediately put the pieces together when they see you walking down the steps.

"You need me to walk you home?" He smiles, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Oh no, it's okay—"

"Alright alright, you don't have to beg me, I'll do it." He smirks, making you roll your eyes.

"Are you sure it's not out of your way?" And he shakes his head.

"Where's Himari?" You two basically never leave each other's sides, he's confused by this, but he's grateful because he wouldn't have been able to walk you home if she was with you.

"She was a little down after practice today, so she wanted to walk home alone." You say.

"What happened?"

"We have this first-year setter who's really good and she's worried that she might replace her." You say, "This is the first time she's had real competition for her spot."

"Yeah, that's rough." He sighs, "That's kinda happening with our middles."

"With you?" You say surprised.

He scoffs jokingly, "Obviously not me, I'm perfect." You rolls your eyes at him, "With Inuoka and Lev."

"I thought Lev's receives were still terrible." You say confused.

"They are, but he's so tall and can hit decently. Him and Kenma just haven't clicked yet." Kuroo explains and you him. "Coach thinks they have potential."

"Yeah, you can't really compete with height." You say.

"Especially a shorty like you." He laughs loudly at his own joke.

"Ha ha." You fake laugh, "I work hard for my spot."

"I know, it was just funny." He sighs and looks off, it was almost completely dark, he stares at the stars for a second then turns to look at you.

The soft wind slowly blew your hair out of your face, he thinks you look beautiful right now—well all the time, but especially right now.

You feel him staring, but don't say anything. It makes your face feel hot so you turn to look at the side, finding so much interest in the shops nearby. He realizes he's staring and embarrassingly looks away, if his friends saw him, he'd never hear the end of it.

"We have a practice match coming up." He breaks the silence.

"Ours? Yeah I know," You chuckle, "Every week, remember?" You turn your head back to him, noticing a pink hue cover his cheeks.

"Oh sorry—not ours." He laughs, "I meant with another team."

"Really? Who is it?" You're curious. "I bet it's Fukurodani."

He shakes his head, "I don't think you're guessing this one."

You raise an eyebrow and continue thinking. It has to be a team you're not familiar with. "I give up." You playfully roll your eyes.

"Karasuno."

"Karasuno?" You furrow your brows, it's not ringing a bell.

He sees your confusion and chuckles. "They were well known a couple years ago, we used to play them all the time."

"What happened to them?" You ask.

He shrugs, "They lost valuable players like we did, and had to start off from scratch. We're not lucky enough to get good players handed to us."

You frown, "We're just good at scouting the middle schoolers."

He just laughs, "Anyways, one of their coaches begged Nekomata and he decided to give them a chance."

"That should be fun, right?" You say, "Maybe I'll go watch to see a certain middle blocker get beat."

He playfully nudges you, "Don't root for the enemy."

"I was kidding." You roll your eyes, you came up to your house and wave goodbye to him. You go up to your room and see from your window that Himari's room was dark.

You frown, she never went to bed this early. You hoped she'd be feeling better tomorrow.

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[ticklygiggles]

A hardworking kohai | Aiichirou Nitori, Yamazaki Sousuke & Matsuoka Rin

A/N: Another one for always wonderful and amazing Max (@wertzunge) THANK YOU SO MUCH, MAAAX. It has been a HOT minute since I wrote something for Free! So nostalgic! ❤️ I hope you enjoy this one Max! ❤️❤️

Summary: Nitori lost a very important competition, but he'll learn that his senpai will always be there for him!

Words: 1k+

Don't. Cry. Do not cry! 

Nitori pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes to stop the tears burning in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't stand himself at that moment. He was angry, sad, disappointed and with a lot of emotions that almost made him go crazy.  He had been beating himself since yesterday afternoon. He hadn't left his room, not even for dinner or breakfast… if only he had been a little faster, just a couple of seconds faster– he would have definitely won, but he had come in an embarrassing second place. Nitori trained so much, harder than anyone, spending his free time practicing over and over again, but what did it get him? Nothing. All that time, all that tiredness, fear and anxiety for nothing.

One hundred meters wasn't that big of a deal, so how was it possible that he had failed so horribly? He made a fool of himself in front of his senpais… They must really be disappointed in him. Nitori didn't have the face to look them in the eye, so he thought the best thing would be to miss some of his practices, what was the worst that could happen? Getting expelled? Either way, at that moment he didn't think he was that good at swimming anymore. He couldn't even win a stupid hundred meter race. 

“Stop crying!” He growled, wiping a couple of tears damping his eyelashes. “I'm such a fool.” 

“Ai?” Nitori raised his head when he heard two knocks on the door. “May I come in?”

“Isn't it your room too?” 

“... Sousuke…,” Rin said awkwardly before clearing his throat, speaking a little louder for Nitori to hear him. “Ai, we're coming in, okay?” 

Nitori choked on a gasp and he curled tighter on himself under the blanket. It was Rin-senpai and Yamazaki-senpai! Nitori didn't want to see them, he felt so ashamed. Rin was always there to support him and Sousuke helped him train, Nitori had failed them. He made them waste their time on him. He simply couldn't look at them. 

When he heard the door opening, he nearly held his breath, not daring to move a muscle, wanting to make them think he was sleeping.

I want to die. He whined deep inside him, but refused to move. 

“Ai, training is about to start, are you not coming?” 

Nitori really wanted to look like he was asleep, but he couldn't resist answering his senpai. “I… I don't think I can train right now, Rin-senpai… I don't feel too good.” His voice was muffled under the blanket and his toes curled, hoping they would leave. 

“Ai, you did very well,” Rin continued and more tears filled Nitori’s eyes, he didn't want to hear that from him. He'd rather hear Rin yelling at him and telling him he was useless. “It happens, you know? You sometimes win and sometimes don't.” 

“That's not very helpful, Rin.”

“Sousuke!” 

Sousuke sighed deeply and Ai felt his heart racing within his chest. “What Rin's trying to say, Nitori, is that no matter how hard we work, how hard we train and try, sometimes it's not enough-”

“That sounds even more terrible!” 

“Shut it and listen… but that doesn't mean that we're not good at what we're doing, it just means that you just gotta push yourself a little harder and then, you'll see all of that hard work will not be in vain. That's just how things are, don't you think?” 

Small bitter tears fell down Nitori's cheeks. He really wanted to win that competition. It's true that he still had a year left before leaving high school, but he already felt the weight of time on his shoulders. Would he one day be as amazing as Rin and Sousuke? Nitori doubted it and was terrified that he would never make it. He didn't have much time left to practice, when was all his effort going to be enough? 

“Ai?” Rin asked softly, his hand patting Nitori's back as his sobs seemed to echo throughout the school. “Sousuke gave you some amazing words there, didn't he?” Nitori nodded, but he wasn't sure they were able to tell he did so under the blanket. “Don't beat yourself like this. You haven't eaten anything and you didn't go to class today. You did so good, Nitori.” 

“You definitely were so much cooler than Rin back in time.” 

“Oi. I was pretty cool. Just like Ai.”

“C’mon, Nitori. We still need to train. You're about to break your own record, remember?” 

Nitori was starting to feel guilty and even more ashamed than before. Sousuke's words had really resonated in his heart and knowing that they didn't really hate him after all made him feel overwhelmed. Now, he definitely didn't want to stick his head out from under the blanket, so he curled on himself even more, his crying stopping. 

“Ai? Do you feel any better?” Nitori nodded a bit. He felt better somehow. “Then, would you come out from down there?” He shook his head, he was still too embarrassed to look at them. “Ai…”

The room fell silent and Nitori was sure they would both leave. After that conversation he felt a little calmer, but he still didn't feel completely good enough to face them and– 

“Eek!” Nitori squealed loudly, his whole leg jolting when he felt fingers wiggling against one of his socked feet. 

“Oh? Did you see that, Sousuke-kun~?” 

Nitori gasped, pressing his hands over his mouth. 

“You're insufferable," Sousuke said, but Nitori could hear a smile on his lips.

“What do you mean~?” 

Nitori had no time for anything at all; in seconds, strong, firm hands were closing around his ankles and light fingers started to wiggled up and down both his soles. Ai exploded in loud giggles, pulling at his trapped feet and curling his toes. 

“Thahat tihickles!” Nitori said, finally emerging from under the blanket to look at his mean senpais tickling his feet. Each one grabbing one of his feet, Sousuke scratching at the skin under Nitori's toes while Rin skittered his blunt nails against his arch. 

“Oh, look at him, Sousuke! He finally came out!” Rin said with a huge grin on his lips. “He just needed a little bit of encouragement!” 

Sousuke chucked, “it seems like so. It's good to see you again, Nitori. Are you ready to get out of here?” 

Nitori shook his head, the tickling barely left him room to think about something else that wasn't that electrifying sensation. He laughed, squirming from side to side and desperately pulling at his legs. 

“N-Nohoho, plehehease! S-Stohohop!” 

“Did you hear that, Rin?” Sousuke asked, making Nitori shriek when he found out that his little toe was exceptionally sensitive and he scratched intently at the stem. 

“Oh I did,” Rin answered with a nod, his fingers focusing on the ball of Nitori's foot, making him scrunch his sole. “Ai clearly said that he needs more tickles to get convinced that he did super well in his competition!” 

“Mhmm. That's exactly what he said.” 

Nitori squeezed his eyes shut, laughing and squirming in the limited space of the bed. They were trying to kill him, definitely!

“Y-Yahahamazakihi-sehenpahai, plehease! Not theHEre!" He begged, curling his toes as hard as he could, feeling like his calf was going to get a cramp. 

“Huh?! Sousuke is making you laugh more? Not possible!” Rin said and Nitori squeaked when he pulled his sock off, his toes spread, feeling the cold air on his heated skin. “I'm definitely better at this. I have a little sister.” 

Poor Gou-san! Nitori thought as he banged his fist against the bed once Rin’s fingernails skittered across his bare foot. He scratched at the pinkish skin, as if he wanted to find something underneath. Nitori would like to cry out that it hurt, but it didn't! It almost felt like Rin wasn't even touching his sole as he tickled him viciously. 

“RiHIhin-senpaHAHAI! N-No m-mohOHOre!” 

“Hehe, you see? I'm way better than-” 

“AHAHAHA! N-Not there! Not thehehere, plehehease!” 

Nitori nearly banged his head against the bed rail when his other sock had also disappeared and Sousuke’s blunt nails scratched that very tender spot on the side of his big toe, around the slightly protruding bone. 

“Were you saying, Rin-san?” Sousuke teased and Nitori trashed desperately, tears of laughter running down his cheeks.

With a soft growl, Rin pulled Nitori’s toes back to make the skin taut and his fingers wiggled right in the middle of his foot, making Nitori cackle hysterically. 

“N-NO MOHORE, plehease!” Nitori begged, pulling at his legs. “It's tohohoo tihihicklish!” 

“Okay, but who's better at it? Me or Sousuke?” Rin asked with a big grin on his lips and Nitori could only shake his head. 

“Quickly, Nitori. We need to know right now.”

Nitori couldn't speak! His laughter only increased in desperation the more they tickled him, panicking at the thought of them never stopping, somehow. To say who was the best at tickling him? They both tickled him terribly badly! 

Nitori didn't know if he was the one that could free himself or if they let him off the hook, but he pulled at his feet and he could finally hide them under the blanket. He sat up, breathing heavily and wiping his tears as he pointed at them. 

“Y-Yohou both, s-suhuck so bahad!” He gasped out, his cheeks adorably pink and wet and his lips stretching in a big, big smile.

He should have known what he was getting into by saying those words, but he didn't even have time to regret it before having his two senpais on him. Four hands sneaked under his shirt, a pair latched to his sides, squeezing at his flesh. The other pair clawed at his tummy, even dipping a finger into his navel. 

Nitori shrieked, laughing brightly as he tried to fight those hands off. His legs kicked wildly behind Rin and Sousuke. He couldn't remember the last time he was tickled like this– perhaps since he was a child. Those mean hands didn't leave even a small piece of skin untickled, the sensitive skin between his ribs and hips was squeezed, lightly caressed, poked and prodded by Sousuke until the tickling settled against that soft and hyper ticklish spot right underneath his ribcage. 

Meanwhile, Rin vibrated his fingers against Nitori's tummy, clawed at it, squeezed it and poked repeatedly until he found a horrible ticklish place against Nitori's lower tummy, right under his belly button and between his hips bones.

Nitori was in hysterics, crying and laughing and having the fun of his life. He didn't remember how fun being tickled was! It felt nice to just laugh freely like this, his brain couldn't focus on anything else beside the tickling, so there were no intrusive thoughts making him feel depressed and anxious… but he was getting a bit tired. 

“I'm s-sorry! I'm sohohorry! Ahahaha! Plehease!” 

The tickling stopped and Nitori barely had time to catch his breath before he was trapped between Rin and Sousuke, their strong arms wrapping around him in a right hug. Nitori flushed, becoming stiff.

“W-W-W-What?!”

“You did so well in that competition, Nitori,” Sousuke mumbled at his right.

“That's right. We're very proud of you, Ai!” Rin said, gently patting Nitori's back. 

Nitori's wet eyes filled with tears again and he just couldn't help but hug Rin and Sousuke back, sobbing a little. 

“Thank you both very much!" He said in tears. "I promise you that I will try harder and harder!!”

Rin and Sousuke laughed happily and Nitori squealed when they started tickling his sides again, forcing out giggles out of him as he tried to keep hugging them.

"You haven't said who's better at tickling, though! It's obviously me!"

"Nope. It is me."

"STAHAHAP!"

It was really nice to know that his senpai appreciated him so much, Nitori would really continue to do his best so that they would always feel proud of him!

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[moonydustx]

hey! how are you?

so, I've feeling kinda of pretty bad lately, and today I tried to bake a cake to my bf and his family and I half burned the cake and burned my hand on the process, so now I'm feeling like crap and my hand it's hurting like hell :')

could you please, if you want of course, write something similar to Sanji and fem reader? With a lot of comfort please? Your writting always comfort me, so thanks <3

hope you're good.

heey! First of all: I really hope you're feeling better! I think your request is so sweet, it's one of the things I can see Sanji doing. Despite all this womanizing side of him, I see him being a very sweet boyfriend.

I hope you like it and thank you very much for appreciating my work <3

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The Cake

Sanji x F!Reader

warnings: just our dear F!Reader trying to cheer Sanji's spirits with food and having some incidents.

glossary: Ma belle - my beauty/my pretty, Mon coeur - my heart, amour - love (yes, I have him speaking French in this one because it's incredibly delicious to me)

Some days felt heavier than the next. Sometimes you just wanted to hide, or just avoid talking to anyone. This same maxim would apply to anyone, including Sanji.

You had noticed your boyfriend was feeling down the last few days, you just didn't know why. The times you asked, he would let the question fade away with some other compliment or conversation, avoiding the main topic.

Could something be wrong with you? No, impossible. Even discouraged, Sanji continued to treat you like the most precious thing his eyes could have seen. It should be something different. Maybe it wouldn't make him say what hurt him, but an idea that crossed your mind could help cheer him up.

The first step was to ensure that you were left to look after the ship while the others explored the island and he seemed to want to complicate that part.

"Ma belle, are you sure you don't want to go? I can stay." Sanji proposed and saw you vehemently deny it."

"Do not even think about it." you turned him around by the shoulders, guiding him to the outside of the Sunny. "You already have the shopping list and you're the cook."

"Okay." He found the behavior strange, but he didn't want to bother you with thoughts lost in his head. "I promise to come back soon!"

"Don't worry about that either." tiptoeing, you reached his cheek and placed a quick kiss. "Enjoy the day."

As soon as he left the ship, you started to put your plan into practice. Going through some books in the small library - which were mostly books for Robin and Chopper - you could find a copy of recipes. You knew some more basic cooking dishes, a cake was not included in it.

Remembering what you had seen Sanji do countless times for countless dishes, the first thing you did was separate ingredient by ingredient, quantity by quantity. Flour, eggs, baking powder, chocolate. It was impossible for a chocolate cake not to bring at least a little joy to him.

Dirtying a lot more dishes than you expected and spreading twice as much flour around the kitchen as you actually used in the recipe, you soon managed to put the dough on a small plate and then in the oven, crossing your fingers that it would work. The baking time passed quickly and you could see the cake rise through the glass.

"What are you doing?" Sanji's voice startled you, placing some bags on the table, he seemed genuinely curious. "It smells good."

"It's a little surprise for you, it's practically ready." you moved away from him, motioning for his arms to wrap around your waist.

"What did I do to deserve such a surprise?"

"Besides being a fantastic boyfriend, I've seen you a little sad." You said it clearly, you didn't provide reasons that prevent you from taking the information to him. "I'll understand if you don't want the cake or talk about it."

"Mon coeur, don't worry about me, really." the taste of cigarettes didn't bother you when his lips touched yours. "I swear this has nothing to do with you."

"Still, that doesn't stop me from wanting to see you happy, doesn't it?" he just agreed, you're letting go. "I'll go see our cake."

As soon as you were late opening the oven, the first thing that bothered you was the immediate hot breath in your face, but the cake looked beautiful. Under Sanji's watchful and caring gaze, you can feel the trust placed within you.

Confidence enough to simply forget about wearing any kind of gloves and place both hands straight onto the hot board. Your scream was the thing that brought Sanji back to reality.

"Shit!" you fell into a sitting position, the cake sliding down and stopping between your legs. "I can't believe I did that."

"Calm down, love." Sanji immediately - and wearing gloves - first took the cake and placed it on the top of the stove. Soon, he grabbed you under the arms and lifted you to your feet. His eyes met yours on the verge of tears. "Let me see."

"It hurts." Your voice came out much more sly than you expected, the burning sensation spread across both palms of your hand.

"I know babe, let me see, okay?" he asked gently, taking your wrists gently. "That was a bit ugly, we need to add water first."

With one hand gently holding both of your wrists and the other guiding you around your waist, Sanji took you to the edge of the sink, turning on the cold water.

"It's going to bother you a little." his warning wasn’t enough to prepare you for the sensation. Out of instinct, you tried to retract your arms, but his hand held yours firmly under the current of water. "I'm so sorry, just hold on for a little while, can you do this for me?"

"How could I be so stupid?" Taking advantage of the proximity, you let your body lean towards his chest. "I'm useless."

"Don't talk about yourself like that." some kisses were distributed on the top of your head and the hand that was on your waist, caressed one of your arms. "I think it's good."

He took your hands away from the water and could notice your palms were still red. Damn, that would bother you for a few days. Without much explanation, Sanji guided you to Sunny's infirmary and placed you sitting on the stretcher, while rummaging through some drawers.

"What are you looking for?" You asked, watching him. In fact, you just didn't want to have to look at your hands.

"Chopper once said he had separated an ointment…Here!" he lifted the small tube and walked towards you. "They're for burns. I'm going to pass them and then I need you to be a little more careful with your hands, what do you think mon coeur?"

With a murmur you nodded, watching him fill two fingers with the substance and lightly run them across the palm of your hand. Pausing every time he saw you squirm a little.

"You did very well." he warned as soon as he removed his fingers from your hand. "Now come here."

Intertwining part of your body with his again, Sanji guided you back to the kitchen and without any effort, placed you sitting on the counter. You watched him walk back and forth as he picked up plates, cutlery and cut the cake.

"I don't believe." you sighed in frustration, seeing that the cake had turned out much less soft than you expected. Instead of giving you a plate, Sanji placed a generous portion on a single plate. He took the first bite and prepared another. "It must be horrible."

"It's not horrible, amour, it's quite the opposite." he insisted and tasted the piece of cake once again. "Try it."

Opening your mouth and accepting the piece he offered you, you tasted the cake. It wasn't bad, actually. But it was far from what you had expected, especially visually.

"Cakes are complicated recipes and in addition to the ingredients, they also depend a lot on the temperature, how you open the oven and even the weather." a smile dared to cross your lips as you reveled in seeing Sanji explain with so much wisdom. "I bet you did everything right."

Another growl came from you, this time partly out of frustration and partly because you were eating yet another piece he was offering you.

"I really loved it." He placed a light kiss on your lips. "And well, about these last few days… Sometimes I miss Baratie, sometimes I think about how everything must be there."

"I can imagine." the saddened smile indicated that Sanji was still disturbed by such a feeling. "Sanji, you know we can write to them."

"I know, it's just a feeling that appears occasionally, but it soon passes." He tried to look excited and put the cake aside, fitting himself between your legs hanging on the counter. "Especially when I look at you, when I imagine everything we are and what we can be."

"I love you amour" You tried to bring your hand to his face, but the groan of pain came out automatically.

"And about that, young lady, can we make a deal?" he asked and you immediately agreed. "You will keep an eye on that hand and let me take care of and pamper you, no complaints."

"Sounds interesting to me."

"And once you get better, I can teach you a few things about cakes, what do you think?" your smile gave more than any other answer Sanji could have expected. "I love you and you will always be my favorite cook."

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #requests open #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji imagine #black leg sanji

[keian44]

I have a lot of thoughts on the trailer for DA4, and the reaction surrounding it, but my thoughts are disjointed, so bear with me.

Firstly, I can see why people were criticizing the art direction. It did look more stylized in the trailer, and certain moments (like the googly-eyed-looking large darkspawn during Davrin's intro) did make me raise an eyebrow. That said, if a more stylized direction keeps them away from the uncanny valley/facial glitches from Andromeda, or the now very soulless stares of modern RPGS like Starfield (because they didn't use mocap like Larian), then I'm all right with it. I appreciate all art, including stylized--and as long as it's well-done, feels alive, and is appropriate for the setting--sure.

Characters aside, the backgrounds and environments look stunning so far. The city streets behind Lucanis's intro looks gorgeous; they recently released a clip of Minrathous that looks amazing; the screenshots they released of other environment looks dark, foreboding, and atmospheric. I am not concerned with the direction of the environment/world-building at all, and am excited to see more of it, especially since they've said we'll visit countries in Thedas that we've never seen before. (Fingers crossed that the open world is done well and isn't just a barren landscape.)

Next, the tone. Yes, I see what people mean when they say that it was huge departure from the tone of the series. BUT, I think the trailer was meant to be a fun intro of the companions--not establish the tone of the game. It was told by Varric, who we know loves to embellish his tales, and I think Bioware was banking on that fact and on our love of Varric to carry through. Unfortunately, Bioware is on very thin ice with gamers, thanks to disappointments like Andomeda and Anthem, so it was a definite miss to release the trailer when they did. All we've heard about for years now is how the game has been scrapped and changed; they laid off a bunch of veteran folks; then they just announced a name change. We don't know what the hell is going on. The smart thing to do would have been to release a trailer (like the gameplay teaser they've recently released: https://www.tumblr.com/felassan/752915533833306112?source=share) that shows the direction of the game, so people know what to expect, then release the campy Varric-narrated companion trailer. (Also to those who say the trailer feels really disney/marvel/fortnite (of which I've seen lots of comments about)... it's Varric. He's probably retelling the story. It sounds like Varric to me, anyway.)

Varric being used so heavily in marketing when they unceremoniously laid off his creator/writer last year is something else I've seen people be upset about. And fair. It does suck. That's an EA/top of Bioware (which goes back to EA) issue, though? Why are we faulting the Bioware devs who are still trying to make a good game despite their bosses' poor business practices? Ngl, I was suprised by the amount of hate in the trailer's youtube comments--like sure the trailer wasn't fantastic, but to claim that all the good devs left and all the bad ones remained? That seems inappropriate to me. Sure, Bioware's lost so many people over the years that it's not even the original Bioware anymore, but there are still old-timers there. The creative director for DA4 is someone named Jon Epler, who's been there since before DA:O. Trick Weekes is still there--you know, the person who wrote Solas. Sheryl Chee, the original writer of Leliana, is there too. But also, why is the old automatically better than the new? They've hired so many new people, and I'm sure that breathes life into the IP. Pretty sure some of the devs over at Larian were inspired by Bioware (distinctly remember reading how one of the lead Larian writers grew up on Garrus/Shepard fics) so heck, maybe Bioware's just as talented or maybe even more talented now than before. (I have no clue; I have no insight into Bioware.) Change isn't inherently bad.

One thing that hasn't changed? BioWare's commitment to representation, as shown by the companions. They were one of the first studios to have queer characters, characters of color, etc. and they are still doing it! Even with EA's boot on their necks! That alone makes me want to support that group of devs, because if they flop, what will that do? BioWare gets shut down? Then what? Do we win anything? No--but we'll lose a dev group who's still committed to equality and showing diversity. It might even show corporate heads that maybe they should just focus on catering to the white males gamers after all.

I think BioWare is in the unenviable place of dealing with decades of expectation (which they can never meet, because people have had so long to headcanon and build up their own unique expectations) and being heavily scrutinized due to recent flops (which is fair, their two most recent releases have been mediocre at best). It feels like gamers want to hate on them, though, and are just waiting for any excuse to. They are scrutinized in a way that goes above and beyond the norm. I then noticed a decent amount of comments on Youtube about "wokeness" and "DEI" and realized some of the complaints about art direction might actually be bigots complaining about all the diversity they see on screen. Through those comments I discovered the most recent game director is a trans woman, and previously mainly worked on the Sims. (These claims were lobbied like damning revelations.) Learning that, and seeing all the representation on screen (Bellara is asian, Davrin is black, Neve has an artificial limb and is a POC, Emmrich is old, Taash is qunari, Harding is a dwarf, and Lucanis might be the only conventionally-attractive possibly-white man?) made me want to circle my wagon around them and defend them. Because, yeah, sure, EA is evil and has predatory business practices. If they release the game piece-meal, have season passes, etc. you can be sure I'll be voicing my displeasure, but Bioware? I can bet the people who work there are just creatives who are trying to make a good game. (Again, I don't have insight into the studio, so if anyone does and reveals it's actually a toxic work environment then oops.)

Now, if you don't enjoy open-world or the fast-paced action combat that they're advertising, fair enough. I personally prefer turn-based rpgs or one involving more tactics like Origins, too. But whatever, I can deal, if the game is fun and well made. I've had 2 games and close to 15 years to accept they'll never make another dragon age like Origins again. And I did just say that change isn't inherently bad.

I guess to conclude... maybe check if you're being overly critical of a game without having even seen real gameplay footage yet. Maybe the game will suck, and that will suck for all of us. But I'm rooting for the devs to pull one out of their hat.

#da4 #dragon age dreadwolf #dragon age the veilguard #da:tv? #da:tvg? #i think I'll stick with da4 #my opinion #sorry for the wall of text #but I had THOUGHTS #long post #as an asian lesbian gamer who loves narrative driven rpgs with romanceable followers; it's slim pickings #so forgive me for supporting a group of devs who shows me the representation I crave #in a genre I love #I wish EA didn't own BioWare and I wish the gaming industry had better business practices #the ceo of Larian called out the industry's tendency to layoff talent to save money #but in the process lose all that institutional knowledge #one can only hope more independent studios like Larian will crop up #you can bet I'll support anyone who makes rpgs with choices and representation

[screwpinecaprice]

I woke up feeling like I was crying to sleep when I wasn't??? And my dream was about Mei from Turning Red riding a snow sleigh. Um There's nothing sad about that??? Lol

Anyway, the warm up sketches. The colors were added in Medibang. It was pretty fun, might do that technique some other time. My body still refused to recover from being bummed out throughout the day so I did house chores instead of commissions. 😅 Will try again tomorrow.

#The heat man. No wonder I was dreaming about snow. Lol. But I bet I'll just die the moment I'm put in that much cold environment. Haha #There is already a way I draw Connie's side view angle in the regular style. But I'm hoping to do better. #KatietheSlayer's Connie side angle is so good and I admit I attempted copying how it was drawn to apply on my own style. 😅 But it looked #so weird when I do it. 😬 So maybe it's a sign from the Universe or something. Lol #So I'm now approaching practicing that side view differently. #Ugh. Something about Connie's eyes looked off in that one. 😕 I think I don't like it. #Steven and Connie were suppose to be looking at Lion looking up at them but I didn't draw Lion. #There are perks and cons in sketching traditionally. Like how it feels so much better scratching the paper with the pencils. I believe I #sketch better on paper than digitally. The downside is of course there's no undo and transform tool. 😔 #sketches #Messy messy sketches. My sketchbook is filled with messy sketches like a chicken was looking for bugs in the grass. #my shiz #connverse #Steven Quartz Universe #Connie Maheswaran #Lion SU #SU #skedoobles #Me basically rambling #I'm posting this so there's a higher chance I remember I was suppose to improve how I draw sideview angles. #Hm. You know. It mostly is really really easier to spot any mistake once you actually post something publicly. 🤔

[dootznbootz]

I'm going feral again with a silly headcanon.

I just had that post on how Odysseus made Puzzles for himself and Penelope and I have another idea and I'm just really excited to share it lksdjf

I basically plan to have this man in love with Penelope within 10 mins (I HAVE A PLAN! It sounds crazy but I think it'll work. Plus these two are reckless and young when married. His first crush and he's not handling it well.)

This is them. Or at the very least Penelope is definitely playing it off very nonchalantly and is kind of messing around at first, thinking that the "trickster" is "not being genuine" when he's never been more genuine in his life. She can see right through all his lies and bullshit and basically forces him to be vulnerable, something he loves yet is TERRIFIED of. Especially as she "unmasked" him so quickly (and tricked HIM.😉 Won't say how. no spoilers yet) and so effortlessly and he's just a MESS. Athena isn't helping and just watches them both fumble around, even when Odysseus is asking for some guidance, Athena just smiles and is all like "I'm the Goddess of Wisdom, not of Love. Figure it out yourself." (PENELOPE IS JUST AS MUCH OF A BLORBO TO HER AS ODYSSEUS IS, YOU COWARDS!)

(Art by isei-silva right here on tumblr! Their post! )

I won't go into huge details. I WILL write this fic someday and I need to leave SOME things a surprise. But KNOW this man will be pulling out all the stops trying to impress her and tries to show all the things he's good at and one will be his "puzzle making".

He'll bring a puzzle to her TRYING to talk all "suave" (he'll be semi-tongue tied. Something that he's not used to and is annoyed that he can't seem to think around her)

It'll probably have a little gift inside and he'll be chatting away about how he worked hard to make it and that there's a trick to it and blah blah blah

Penelope: Oh! There's (some sort of treat or gift) inside!

Odysseus: Wait, you solved it already?

Penelope,🤨: Yes. All you have to do is this.

Odysseus, falling (more like sprinting at this point) further in love but also mad his plan to woo her didn't work: Well... Yeah. That's a gift for you.

He's trying SOOOO hard but he has to stop "showboating" to genuinely impress her. Man has to be fucking vulnerable for her to be impressed by him because she already can read his "tells" on when he's pulling something. No more "tricks". Be yourself, you fucking idiot >:D

#uygfidhsojhf I revealed a LOT already but I just??? I really love writing this man being a fucking mess and not knowing what to do #for once in his life. The man who “always has a plan” now DOESN'T know what to do and he's all feelings right now. #And Penelope has no time for tricks (unless she's the one pulling one). They've both met their match (in practically everything. Likeminded #remember?) and they're both excited and scared because #I'm a trickster. He/She is just like me. I desperately want this to be real but I know how good I am at tricking people. What if this is a #lie?“ BOTH have to stop ”tricking“ in order to truly bond. And then I get into the nitty gritty >:D #Like how Odysseus has to be vulnerable and sob about their bed to get her to believe it's him. They did the same in their youth. #It's a PATTERN for them at this point. #I love making this man simp and her realizing that this “trickster” IS genuine. This man actually loves her and that there's no “game”. #then it's HER turn to be a mess >:D #odypen #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #Hi. I'm vibrating from excitement and I don't know what to do.

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dabbling in writing a little bit of slasher iii👀 it's not much, but i've had this idea for months and figured it's about time i did something with it. written while listening to deadrose by unprocessed. not necessary but it's currently topping my slasher iii song list

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Time had muddled in their brain, they had no idea how long it had been since he’d disappeared from their sight, but they knew they were running out of time regardless. The rope binding their limbs had been tied with expert hands. As they struggled against their bonds, the rope’s grip only tightened, the fibers rubbing their wrists and ankles raw until it began to turn pink with their blood. Their eyes frantically searched the room for anything that might help them escape, but they found little that could be of assistance. 

The room he imprisoned them in was almost entirely bare, save for a pile of discarded, bloody clothing heaped into the corner and the black journal the masked man always carried with him. When he left the room, the journal had fallen from his pocket, haphazardly forgotten by the door.

Their curious nature overtook them as they scooted across the grimy floor, nudging the cover open with their toe. Their blood ran ice cold as a pair of vibrant blue eyes stared back at them from the first page. A photograph of a handsome man was paperclipped to the page, partially obscuring what they knew were the events of the final hours of that man’s life. They felt bile creep up their throat as their eyes scanned across the page.

17:43 He believes crying will help him, that his tears will compel me to release him. It’s pathetic, really. I thought he would be stronger. But the tears make his eyes look so pretty, maybe I’ll keep him a little longer.

The horrors of the first page had done nothing to prepare them for the next, as they found those same vibrant blue eyes staring back at them, cold and devoid of life. They tried not to stare too long at dark red blood oozing from the gaping wound in his throat. The pages that followed were all the same format: a photograph of some poor unfortunate soul accompanied by a horrifically detailed account of their final moments, followed by another photo of their corpse. On some pages, he had even smeared blood across the page in vaguely artistic patterns. 

As they flipped the final page, they bit down on their lip to stifle their scream as their own face smiled back from this book of horrors. Despite his poor attempt to crop the image before printing it, they could tell it was a screenshot from their Instagram, a photo they had posted in a moment of self-confidence. A photo that this deranged man would use to remember them by, a juxtaposition for the horrific photo they knew would occupy the next page soon enough.

The door creaked open, and they lifted their gaze from the photo to meet his darkened eyes, crinkled from the grin he hid beneath his mask.

“I see you’ve found my scrapbook,” The smile in his voice told them that he had always intended to drop the journal, that he wanted them to read it, to see what was in store for them. 

He crouched before them, plucking the journal off the floor and thumbing through the pages before returning to the image of the blue-eyed man. He stroked the image tenderly with his index finger before turning it around to once again display the image of his lifeless corpse.

“He’s still my favorite, I think. But you… I believe you’ll be a close second,” His other hand gently traced the contours of their jaw. “You’re going to be my masterpiece, darling.”

He stood then, chuckling to himself as he tucked the book underneath his arm and spun on his heels, striding back out the door as they crumpled to the ground, terrified of what other sick games he might be playing with them.

#i can't look at this too long or it will never see the light of day so this is only kind of edited she's straight off the dome #is it a little more serial killer-y than slasher-y? maybe. am i gonna do anything about it? nah #i'm just obsessed with him wanting to remember his victims and be able to relive the things he did to them. idk man. idk. #he said “my therapist thought it would be good for me to start journaling!” #slasher iii you make me positively insane. you are sick and twisted and deranged and i desire you carnally. #anyway i have so many random slasher iii headcanons and i want to write them all but also this is def out of my wheelhouse #really don't know how i feel about it but i'm practicing! and that's good! that's how we learn and improve! #sleep token iii #slasher iii #sleep token fanfiction #em's stcu

[bl33ditout]

i HATE my skin. i HATE having a body. i want to go away and just be a ghost

#it's never ever ever ever ever good enough #i fucking hate this plump ass body #i hate how no matter what i do it just doesn't change #i'm STILL getting pimples galore around my fucking mouth and chin area and i just want to give up and cry #i know this might sound really silly to worry about - #i know it's first-world-problems of me to be like this and like don't get me wrong i'm still grateful for a LOT in my life #like a lotta good and positive changes are happening right now irl and it's a wonderful thing #and compared to some people's worries? this issue of mine is minuscule i know #i just feel so disgusting whenever i look into a mirror. that's the truth of it all #nothing seems to work #i just know my body and skin is capable of more than this? i know i can look better but it's like it's so stubborn #it just makes me so mad at myself and depressed #i am practicing ALL of the skincare guidelines. i am on a very restrictive (but healthy) diet and what do i get? nothing #u'm just so fucking tired of looking and feeling mediocre and gross all the fucking time #i hate it i hate it i hate it #all i can see is just every single flaw of mine #tw vent #tw body dysmorphia #tw bdd #tw mental illness

[writeouswriter]

Me: *Has written plenty of great opening scenes that I'm actually quite fond of*

Also me when trying to write a new opening scene for a new project: I have never written an opening scene in my life, what's an opening scene any more, has there ever truly been an opening scene to anything, there is no beginning, so there is no end, there is no one out there watching over this monstrosity, I am in the void, my mind is adrift, how do I open this scene without a key, where did I leave my keys??

#writeblr #writing #writer things #relatable #text post #i am struggling to write the opening to this one possible project i'm still lying to myself over the idea of working on it for nano #i don't really know where i want this guy to be when we're introduced to him #at first i was thinking mid heist gone wrong or something but it doesn't quite click and would require extraneous characters #then i was thinking retired from doing heists just going about his day when dragged back in but iffy on that as well #cuz how much of the character and vibe does it really show i want a good and not necessarily memorable but semi impactful 1st impression #i don't really know and i'm a very has to write in chronological order writer when doing these things #i mean in theory i can write random out of context scenes but in practice they're never getting put back into context if i do that #they're doomed to float forever until i find out how to chronologically do the rest so anyway #yeah need an opening if I want to make some writing dent at all but also feel like the pressure of perfectionism #which is hard to tamp down no matter how hard one tries so perfect opening when come on daydreams step up

[spaceshipkat]

MOTA got me back writing fics because Bucky and Buck are k i l l i n g me, but I’m unsure if I should even post them (ao3). Thoughts?? Advice??? 🥺

ahhh HELL yeah!! welcome to the clegan writer fanclub 🫶

and honestly, anon? i say go for it!! i was hesitant to write any mota fic (for a variety of reasons, one being i'm first and foremost an original fiction writer and i already have a mota-inspired original manuscript i'm developing, and i worried about crossing streams and losing momentum for either my fics or my original manuscript, but thankfully neither has happened--and i posted my first clegan fic a month ago today) but i'm SO glad that i did, and i'm equally glad that i posted them to ao3. the response has been overwhelming in a very good way and incredibly uplifting, and really helps with my motivation

but beyond that, i think three good reasons to post your fics are 1) you enjoy writing them, 2) you enjoy reading them, and 3) you did something incredible that not everyone has the chops to pull off and that deserves to be celebrated. i wrote my fics because they were stories i wanted to read and hadn't yet found in the tags (i've also reread them countless times since i posted them, bc i wrote them for myself) and because i thought they might be stories other people want to read, too.

so some advice! this is how i approached writing and posting any fanfic, since i came to it as an original fiction writer pursuing tradpub where the best way to keep writing is to write first and foremost for yourself (it's truly the only way to keep writing when you're pursuing tradpub--i'm not even being facetious here). i had not written a single word of fanfic until april 2022.

anyway, enough yapping. my advice is under the cut because this got long. and while this ask is about mota, my tips cover pretty much any fanfic someone might post to ao3 (should anyone else be after some advice about posting or writing fic!):

tip #1: try not worry about the number of views, kudos, comments, etc etc that you receive. YOU enjoy what you wrote and had fun doing it, which means it was worth writing, so try to go into posting to ao3 without expectations. i know it's easier said than done (i myself still struggle with this, separating my feelings about writing fic to their reception), but it's something important to, at the very least, keep at the forefront of your mind and remind yourself of as often as needed once you click "post."

tip #2: everyone can get picky about what stops them from reading certain fics. for me, one big reason i'll stop reading is when an author overuses epithets. for instance, if i wrote this passage from peacetime like a liminal space:

Gale is still there in the soft light of the hotel hallway, the leather of his A-3 jacket gleaming and crusher cap angled just-so, toothpick a taunt and temptation both in the corner of his mouth. He’s smirking and, if John didn’t know better, blushing as he gives John a quick once-over. John looks down at himself. Lipstick is still smeared on his nipples. Clearing his throat, he tugs the robe tighter shut, shielding his chest from Gale’s sight.

as this instead (the things i changed are bolded):

The blond is still there in the soft light of the hotel hallway, the leather of his A-3 jacket gleaming and crusher cap angled just-so, toothpick a taunt and temptation both in the corner of his mouth. He’s smirking and, if John didn’t know better, blushing as he gives the taller man a quick once-over. John looks down at himself. Lipstick is still smeared on his nipples. Clearing his throat, he tugs the robe tighter shut, shielding his chest from the other's sight.

it's a big turn-off for me, and i thus likely won't read the fic. it's the same way everyone will have different reasons they put down a traditionally published novel. what floats my boat might not float yours and vice versa, and that's 100% fine. therefore, if you enjoy writing epithets, then go forth and write epithets. this is fanfic. we're here to have fun, not grade each other.

tip #3: do not be afraid to "market" yourself, aka post about your fic on tumblr as often as you fucking want. share passages while you write. ramble about what made you choose a certain turn of phrase, or a certain plot point, or the color of the curtains, or what you believe a background character was thinking in a scene. talk about the writing process. make moodboards. go hog-wild because you should be proud of your accomplishment, and proud of your writing style, and proud of that first kiss you labored over and want to shout from the rooftops about. ignore the people who say that talking about your writing makes you egotistical or a braggart. you are allowed to be proud of your work.

tip #4: tag appropriately. there's quite a few posts out there with general to-dos for tagging your work, and two of the most important ones are ratings (for instance, if your fic has on-page sex, tag it as "explicit," or if it has graphic violence but closed-door sex, tag it as "mature") and proper archive warnings (for instance, if a major character dies--if you include Curt's death in more detail than simply mentioning it, and if Curt is a main character rather than a background or secondary character--select "Major Character Death." in the case of Curt, i don't think you need to tag this unless he's, say, one of the love interests or a POV character. you don't need to tag this if he's a background or secondary character, or if his death is simply talked about/mentioned). another important one is "dead dove, do not eat" as well as a tag for what that dead dove is--even if it's a spoiler. if there's rape, you tag Rape as well as Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, because readers need to know what the dead dove is. it's not enough to simply use the tag, even if the explanation is a spoiler.

personally, i try not to use too many additional tags, as i find the more tags a fic has, the more likely i am to skip over it while scrolling for something to read. i really only want the important ones. to continue using peacetime like a liminal space as an example, this is how i tagged it:

i included Post-War and Post-Canon because i wanted people to know exactly when this fic takes place. i used Getting Together because that's kinda the main plot of the fic, as well as Pining and Idiots in Love. i used Angst with a Happy Ending because i wanted readers to know there is angst, but that there is a guaranteed happy ending (personally, if a writer uses just the Angst tag but doesn't have an additional tag for Happy Ending, i'm unlikely to read the fic unless i'm in the right mood for a potentially upsetting ending). i used POV John Clarence "Bucky" Egan because i personally appreciate knowing whose POV i'll be reading in before i dive in. i love both Bucky and Buck as narrators, but other people might have preferences, and the first three mota fics i posted were all from Buck's POV--people might have expected this one to be from his POV, too. last, i used No Infidelity for this fic when i didn't for my others because (and this is veering into mild spoilers if anyone reading this hasn't read the fic yet, so skip to the next ✈️ if you don't want to be spoiled) it isn't made clear to John or the reader until maybe 75% in that Marge and Gale aren't actually a couple, and this is a big issue John and Gale have to talk about in order for Gale to reveal he and Marge are one another's beards and have never been a real couple. therefore, even though that tag is technically a spoiler, i felt it was important to include all the same. ✈️

tip #5: while there is a caveat in the next paragraph, do try your best to match a character's voice--not only will it help your fic feel more authentic, it's good practice! that was the thing that worried me most when i first dove into writing fanfic, because i appreciate when an author can match a character's voice really well and i worried that i wouldn't be able to match another writer's characters. sometimes it takes me a minute to really feel comfortable in a voice (i'm still not 100% happy with how i wrote Stede in some of my ofmd fics, to be honest, though i'm insanely happy with how i've written Buck and Bucky), but i always appreciate the endeavor because it helps me change up the voices of my narrators in my original fiction.

all that being said, don't kill yourself trying to match a character's voice. it's not worth your mental health, nor your motivation to write in the first place. it gets easier the more you practice, so practice practice practice. i've also found it helps to 1) rewatch certain scenes that provide a good example of how a character talks (if you're writing a more serious fic from Bucky's POV, try rewatching that scene he and Buck are walking through the yard of the stalag and Bucky is lamenting the fact he didn't set life up right; if you're writing a more lighthearted fic, a good study is pretty much the latter half of episode 2, when Bucky talks to Croz and Bubbles, then sings Blue Skies) (for Gale, a good scene to watch to get a feel for how he "confesses" or talks about important, tough subjects is the scene in which he tells Bucky about his dad at the end of episode 2; a high-emotion scene could be when he orders Friedkin in episode 3 to stop panicking and trying to bail because they're going to take everything the Germans have to throw at them, since the outburst is very unlike Buck's usual calm demeanor). and 2) find a certain piece of music to get into a character's head, i also recommend doing the same for the vibe of a fic. again with peacetime like a liminal space, i listened to Måneskin a lot. i also like to listen to Post Engines, Pre-flight from the mota soundtrack when i'm writing Gale's POV (it's the song that plays in episode 1 when the Hundredth is prepping for their first flight by going over the checklist).

that's all i can think of rn (and i've gotta get back to this proofread for work), but if anyone has any advice, feel free to add it!

on the whole, mota has been the most welcoming fandom i've joined in a long time, and i've made so many new mutuals (hello my lovelies!) since i started talking about it on here and posting my fics on ao3 (also got a helluva lot of new followers--i'm so happy y'all are here 🫶). it's been such a wonderful fandom that i think you'll really enjoy posting your fics, anon. i'm behind on reading fics atm--i read for a living, so sometimes i don't have the brainpower to read for fun, and also i don't read other people's fics while writing my own--but i'd love to read yours whenever they're up!! 💖

i hope the above ramble has helped!

#ask #anonymous #masters of the air #mota #mota fic #clegan #ao3 #writing advice #kinda #since i have a lot of new followers allow me to explain the whole tradpub issue: #i've been pursuing traditional publication since i was 18. i will be 30 in november. #i've also had three literary agents (though i count my current one as my 'first' bc i used to write ya and now only write adult) #in those almost twelve years of trying to get published i have received /hundreds/ of rejections #from agents and editors. i've gotten very close to yes a few times but they inevitably became a no #so after yearssss of being told 'no' from tradpub i started to worry that despite having an agent i wasn't a good writer #and that i didn't know how to write. that my prose wasn't good enough. that my plotting and pacing was shit. #i was feeling HORRIBLE about myself and my writing (hence why i say you have to write for yourself or you'll never make it in tradpub) #then i started posting fanfic and the reception has been fucking mindboggling #not only have i seen such a massive improvement in my writing thanks to the sheer amount of practice i was getting #(my agent even said she's seen a massive improvement from my first manuscript with her) #(and i signed with her in 2021) #i've been able to (mostly) shake the voice that says i'm not a good writer. that i don't know how to write. etc. #so fanfic has really done wonders for my ability to keep creating