#“or you're a genre writer so your book looks fucking stupid”

[marvelann]

Bought this book a couple years ago solely because a cute girl in a bookstore in Bristol told me it was great. Genuinely can't get over this woman's writing. Kinda makes me want to talk to strangers more to see what fucked up thing they're into

[hierarchyproblem]

1, 2, 19 for book asks

1. book you’ve reread the most times?

I don't really tend to reread books tbh. There's so many other books I wanna read that I'd get more out of than a second go at something I already remember, y'know? That said, I have read the bible cover-to-cover four times. Normal behaviour.

2. top 5 books of all time?

Aw fuck. I dunno. I'll assume "books" here means "novels" and I'll list five of my top books of all time:

The Dispossessed, by Ursula K Le Guin. I need not labour the piont here 'cause I know you've read it, so I'll simply say that Le Guin is possibly my favourite writer of all time, and this is her at her best.

Ubik, by Philip K Dick. This book gets weirder by the page. PKD loves poking at the nature of reality, and this is the exemplar. A lot of his output reads as surprisingly adventurous work to come from a 60s sci-fi guy, and this is among his most interesting. Several carefully-crafted "wait - oh, shit" moments in a deliberately-contradictory narrative. Head-spinning stuff.

The Fifth Season, by N K Jemisin. A lot of SFF is, like, fun, and that's cool; I like to read that stuff too. This is art, no two ways about it, and of a kind I'm not sure you could easily translate into a different genre or medium. Bold and nuanced exploration both of the apocalypse and of parenthood. Also rocks are magic, and magic is rocks. When people ask me to recommend a book, this is my go-to.

Version Control, by Dexter Palmer. This is pretty lit-ficcy compared with my usual intake (ie. genre fiction that wears it's genre-ness like a tiara). If an act 1 full of normies having brunch doesn't put you off - and it shouldn't, because the characters are extremely well-drawn - then it'll be very satisfying when all the little bits of wrong-ness come together. Also far more prescient as near-future spec-fic than any cyberpunk.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant, by Seth Dickinson. Unlike most in the tumblr-popular "SFF imperialism but with lesbians" genre, this one sketches out an imperialism that's mostly plausible and worth exploring. The worldbuilding is really very good. This is mostly a pretty light read, for all it deals in heavy themes. I basically don't believe that spoilers diminish one's enjoyment of a story, though that might just be me, so I still think it's worth reading despite your having looked up the ending on wikipedia. The rapid series of increasingly-punishing gut punches in the final few chapters is worth experiencing first-hand.

19. most disliked popular books?

I'm sure I've bitched about this to you before, but I thought Harrow the Ninth mostly sucked. I respect the ambition of the book's structure, but I felt that it fucked the pacing unbearably. Gideon is way more interesting to read about than anyone else in these books, and I might have felt better about being dragged through 400 pages of Harrow moping by having "you're gonna find out what happened with Gideon soon, I swear!" dangled in front of me like a carrot for a donkey, if the payoff was worth it. Unfortunately the denouement largely consisted of everybody standing there and stating out loud what their master plans were, I guess because the stupid B-plot where I'm somehow expected to care about Ortis at all(??) took up too much space so there was none left for a proper ending. There were some fantastic scenes, but in my opinion they couldn't save the book. I thought Gideon was truly excellent, so this was a bit of a let-down.

Also - if you'll allow me a brief tangential rant - I can only assume the publisher (correctly) decided that the meme references were highly marketable, because otherwise an editor that let that shit through should surely have been let go. It's baffling, because these books are frequently hilarious, but never when referencing Bone Hurting Juice or whatever the fuck. "Oh it's a worldbuilding thing, it shows that John-" no. It's stupid. Piss off.

Thanks for the questions!

[caxycreations]

More for the ask game because I'm curious >:D

🍊 What fictional character do you relate the most to?

🥑 — Dialogue or "Dialogue"? Why?

🌶 What do you think about the "every book needs romance" opinion?

🍩 Share your most polemic opinion about writing or about a book you've read.

Ooh, thank you for the extra asks, hun!

🍊 What fictional character do you relate the most to?

David. David and I share a past, and how we reacted to that past. I relate to his traumas, his fears, his anxieties, more than anyone else. But also his hopes, his dreams, and his aspirations.

🥑 — Dialogue or "Dialogue"? Why?

This one I'm not entirely sure I understand. If you wouldn't mind explaining, I'd be happy to answer it properly!

🌶 What do you think about the "every book needs romance" opinion?

UUUUUGH

No, not every book needs romance.

I know MINE has romance, and many of my stories involve it, but that's MY prerogative.

If a story is about an elephant exploring the wilderness, it does not need another elephant for that one to fall in love with. It can have it, but it doesn't NEED it.

If a story is about a superhero trying to save the world from evil, he doesn't need a love interest to justify his heroic deeds.

Romance can fit into most stories, but that doesn't mean it's needed, or even warranted. I love stories that exist without romance just as much as I do those with it, and feel if you're gonna include romance, it should at least fit into the story instead of being shoved in just cause "why not", you know?

🍩 Share your most polemic opinion about writing or about a book you've read.

I had to look this word up haha, learn something new every day!

Hm...I guess my most polemic opinion about writing is that the constant surge of "good writers do X" or "if you do Y, stop" or "Start doing Z if you write [genre]" is fucking stupid. Note, all uses of "you" is the general "you", not a specific "you"

There is no good or bad way to write, no right or wrong way.

You can write ace/aro folk in relationships and having sex. You can write slow, fast, poor, well. You can write superheroes going to the market. You can write slice of life in a crime series or vice versa. You can write anything and everything, however you want, and I get so sick and tired of seeing people try to dictate how others write.

It's like they want people to ONLY write the story THEY want to read. I don't care if you're gay and only want gay stories, let people write hetero romance. I don't care if you're sex repulsed and don't want it in fiction, let people write unashamed smut. I don't care if you're anti-whump and don't want violence in your story, let people write torture scenes.

I don't care how clean, or filthy, or censored, or vulgar you think is okay for fiction. Sterilizing an author for the sake of your expectations is depriving a million people of the story they would have read.

The beauty of fiction is we write what we want and I guess my polemic opinion is that people telling other people what they are and aren't allowed to write need to shut the fuck up.

[mrevaunit42]

Okay I'm going to just be honest with you: Read the fucking legend books. Everything under the old canon. Here's why

First: Every single story is easily accessible and user friendly. Legends handled the massive catalog of its stories so well because every new copy of the book comes with a full complete timeline in the front pages. Literally every fucking book that is canon in Legends is put in a complete timeline to show you the reader where exactly this story is taking place (and it's even funnier when you realize they use New Hope as the before or after marker. Even tells you the years.) From the Old Republic and Revan to the retirement of our favorite heroes, it's all there. Anything beyond that i believe is comic turf and while I love the comics and there's loads of fun ones, it's very hard to know where to start or what's going on especially with Disney printing its own comics. And as far as I can tell all of them have audiobooks so if reading's not your thing there you go. Plus they're fairly cheap. Most of the books are like 7 or 8 bucks (Dollars). Yes The books spoil things in the beginning but only because you tell whose in the story, their species and their job. Helps with descriptions or you could even look up what you're supposed to be imagining.

Second: The genres you get are varied. While you obviously get the classic empire and rebel civil war conflict and there's a lot of jedi, dark side, sith etc etc there's also focus on other people and other conflicts. Like for example zombie stormtroopers. There's literally a like 400 page story about zombie stormtroopers on an abandon Star Destroyer. It's fun and epic and kinda scary. An Ocean's 11 styled heist with Han, Chewie and Lando before Empire Strikes back! One of my favorites is literally a in hiding jedi turned bodyguard for a fucking pop idol. Singer really but still. And there's so much more I haven't mentioned: The war with beings from another galaxy that's a few books series long, Obi-wan's first mission with Qui-gon Jinn, A second galactic civil that actuals pits Han and Luke on opposing sides. Mara Jade (Luke's wife, yes he's married and she's fucking amazing) first encounter with a still fledging jedi Luke. Freaking the Bounty Hunter civil war. And a lot of these you do not need to know about the entire collection to enjoy. These writings are written differently cuz of the different authors but that's only because...

Three: Lucas gatekept all this. No really. Basically you had to ask him what you can write about and he had to approve it because it would be canon. Different writers wrote different things with his permission cuz their stories would be set in stone. The writing varies and you get different millage but on a whole I enjoyed all the books. Anything by Timothy Zahn is highly recommended by me.

Four: Character and Characterization. Yes you will be missing some of your faves: No baby yoda or mando or Rey, Finn, poe. But the characters you get are awesome: Luke's son Ben, a deadly sith assassin who used to date Luke, a personal assassin who worked for the emperor who married Luke, Thrawn *stolen from legends btw* Jagged Fel, Han and Leia's children Anakin Solo and the twins Jania and Jacen. God Jacen. Jacen is the character they stole and watered down to make Kylo sucks. Literally Jacen is just the better, more complex tragic figure that Kylo WISHES he could even be half of. Oh Boba Fett is alive too! and has a granddaughter. And there's are a handful of characters among the dozens these books have. And the best part? The classic characters? Luke, Leia, Han, Chewie R2 and C3PO they're still the characters you know and love. They actually grow and evolve in ways that feel natural for them. None of this stupid han and leia are separated. They are still happily married and getting on each other's nerves in the best way possible. Luke isn't some disillusion edgy beaten down old man. He's a wise yet humorous mentor and leader who never lost that spark of hope and wonder though it certain has been tempered with loss that comes with a long, dangerous life. Honestly you cannot believe how much they stole from legends. it's a fair amount.

I honestly recommend the legends books. Yes they had decades more time to really flesh everything out and set up their novel universe but Disney is a billion dollar company with talented artists, storytellers and writers. They should've just let them cook instead giving us whatever the fuck those half assed movies were. Leia is a fucking jedi knight in legends, still married to Han and a total badass. Warning though Chewie dies during the galaxy v galaxy war. BUT it takes a whole moon to take him out and he's still in plenty of stories.

Star Wars suddenly making every idiot and their grandma jedi but can’t even make Finn a force user

[hcuyk]

STUPID LOVE STORY | S.YJ

synopsis. the college freshman is the only person that makes you believe in love; even if it was just for a second

pairing. co-worker!eric x genderneutral!reader

genres. college au, strangers to lovers, unrequited love, slight fluff, angst, and a merry bad ending

warnings. excessive usage of profanities, poorly written and thought out plot, written in bullet points

word count. 2.3k

perspective. second person limited

author's note. the first completed work for the 600 special event. i wrote this all on a whim considering i don't have wifi, and i relied on typing on my phone instead, hence why this all written in bullet points. hannah, you deserve the world and a much better oneshot than whatever the hell this was. though, regardless, i still hope this makes your heart ache, even in the slightest :]

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love is a stupid concept

one you adored, yes, but something you truly didn't believe when it came to yourself

it was just simply out of reach for you, and you had a hard time believing otherwise

you wished to be the main character—to have someone look at you like you were the only person that mattered—but you knew you were only a chapter of everyone else's book

hell, you didn't even have a book for yourself

you couldn't even get a motivated writer to write your story

your stupid story is stuck with stupid bullet points with a stupid main love interest

funny to think how he was your main love interest, yet you were never his

it really all started when you were on the bus to work, head rested against the dirty glass window

and when the bus comes to a stop, a male your age hops on

at first, he sits across from you, but then at the last second, he decides to sit his ass right next to yours

fucking weirdo

anyway, he has you yanking out your earbuds, making you utterly confused as to why he chose to sit next to you instead of all the other free empty seats

and he sparks up a conversation almost immediately, jutting out his hand for you to shake as he introduces himself

his name was eric, apparently

again, you preferred fucking weirdo

he talked about how he recently got this new job at a convenience store, and surprise, it's the same one where you worked

but oh, he knew that

he's seen you go on this exact bus from college campus to the convenience store just to put on your stupid uniform to stand behind the stupid counter and wait for stupid customers

he wasn't a stalker—his words, not yours—and explained that he was a frequent visitor

yeah right

you didn't even recognize him, but you shoved it off, figuring that a bit of extra help wouldn't hurt both you and your manager

that day, he helped you with unboxing packages before restocking the shelves

and god, he doesn't fucking stop talking

he talked about how his hair is practically fried after bleaching it seven times and bluffed about how his scalp didn't burn one bit

......fucking weir-

the next day, he asks about you

it was all about you you you

what major did you take? favorite place on campus? what's your grade?

that's when you found out he's a freshman

hah, loser

fucking weirdo? more like fucking loser

he doesn't stop talking when you're scanning the customer's items

your manager, sangyeon, notices all the hassle the newcomer has brought but only smiles throughout his useless nonsense rambles

you're starting to think sangyeon only hired eric just so you wouldn't be moping around behind the counter all night

few weeks go by, and eric is finally able to make you smile

as usual, he joins you on the bus, shoulder brushing against yours as he talks about his day

apparently he got yelled at for sleeping during a lecture

that wasn't what made you smile though

it was when he passed out on the countertop of the convenience store, arms sprawled out as he loudly snores

at first, it was annoying, but you then thought back to his story from earlier

and you smiled

because for once, he wasn't talking

okay that and sangyeon didn't yell at him for sleeping on the job, so it was a win-win

you took a stool over and placed it next to his, sitting down before mimicking his position

back hunched over, head in your arms, but this time you're facing him

it's the first time you actually paid attention to his features, realizing that this man right here

this man is the one that looks at you like you're no other

so you smile, again, because for once, you start to realize that you feel like somebody to someone

that smile would've lasted longer if sangyeon hadn't snapped, making the two of you jerk up in your seats

ever since then, you always looked forward to riding the bus with eric

he made work ten times more enjoyable as well, if you're being honest

once, right before entering the convenience store, he made you join him in a pretend-robbery

"we work here, dumbass"

"won't hurt to steal a few bag of chips"

"fuck you...fine"

eventually, as days pass, it became more clear that you were the one who worked the register, and eric was the one who would clean and restock the shelves

he would be mopping the floors while singing

his goal was to make your ears bleed, clearly

so after waving the previous customer goodbye, you left your station to chase him through the aisles

you never caught him

he was too fast for you

it was actually sangyeon that caught him first

then he caught you

and gave you both a gentle slap to the head for messing around like children

then eric rebutted and stomped on his toes, breaking all of them at once and got you both fired

at least that's what you wanted to have happened

then you wouldn't have to deal with stupid eric and his stupid face

instead, eric only laughed and gave sangyeon the mop before grabbing his bookbag behind the counter

and you did the same

you both waved your manager off as your shifts are now over, walking your way back to the bus stop

"the stars look nice tonight"

you snort at the random sentence

"what makes them look different from any other night?"

eric pauses, frozen in the middle of the sidewalk, as he ponders your question

you wait for him only for him to respond with the raise of his shoulders

"i don't know. i never really look up at the sky"

ironic, because you both work nightly shifts and what else is there to look at besides the sky?

few months pass just like any other, except you and eric have grown relatively closer

only a bit

but it felt like you two weren't just coworkers

he would find you on campus and glue himself by your side, asking if you were ever good at literature

you'd laugh and help him even if you sucked ass

on days where you didn't have work, you still often found yourself going on the bus off campus

why?

you didn't know, but it felt right

and eric would do the same

except this time, he usually remains quiet

he sits in the front, and you're not even sure if he knows you're on the same bus

but then again, why would he care?

the next day, he asks if you were free after your shift

odd question, but you said yeah

so after you're dismissed and rid of your uniform, he follows you

to the bus stop, into the bus, and to the seat adjacent to yours

"why'd you ask if i would be free earlier?"

"my roommate is holding a party, so i was wondering if we could spend some time together"

he doesn't even look at you as he speaks

he's looking in the opposite direction whilst speaking with a quieter tone

"i don't even have to crash at your place"

silence

"i just don't want to be alone"

so you comply, allowing him to tag after you into your dorm

your roommate haknyeon couldn't give less of a fuck about the friend you brought home

hell, he barely even gave a fuck about you

he just locked himself in his room, preventing any social interaction

so you and eric reside in the living room, sitting on the couch

"have you ever experienced love?"

you laugh

dryly

"why are you asking me that?"

"you're older, right?"

"only by a year"

"so, have you?"

...

"you're asking the wrong person"

you stand up, and leave the conversation at that

the next morning, he's gone from your couch

gone from the bus

gone from the convenience store

but he's back the next day

and the next

and the day after that

but it doesn't feel like it

he's distant

he doesn't uselessly point out the stars anymore or wait for you before leaving the store

he simply does his job for the paycheck

and leaves

but you didn't expect any less

this was your life

and you were just another side character in his

well, until he began to talk to you again

about small things, of course

asked about how your day was

mentioned the stars

talked about how he was failing literature

"do you believe in love?"

surely it was the same question from weeks prior

but it wasn't

"yeah"

he wipes the countertop with his eyes darted downwards

"doesn't seem like it"

"the hell is that supposed to mean?"

the raise in your tone doesn't even make him flinch

"i don't know"

stupid, fucking annoying piece of his freshman little ass-

"i do believe in it"

"just not when it comes to myself"

and just like that, it strikes his curiosity

"why not?"

you shrug

"it sounds stupid, but i just never thought i was a person...worthy of love"

he's silent, unable to think of how to help you

"if you...if you don't mind me asking, what makes you say that?"

you smile weakly

"i wish i knew, eric"

it was stupid, really

to fall for the only guy that ever had any interest with you

maybe it was how he smiled when he looked at you

or how he always seemed to be happy when he's by your side

comfortable

safe

at ease

you felt that way with him too

the questions he had about love were truly uncalled for, but it got him to learn about you a little more

and it made you notice how your heartbeat would pick up whenever he sits next to you

whenever he spares you a glance

whenever he smiles

on the bus, he'd point out the stars from outside your window

and you'd smile

and he'd smile

and he'd hold your hand

and you let him

small gestures like these always held your heart over your head

it felt different to have someone care

to have someone acknowledge you as a person

to have someone look at you with love

maybe you were deserving after all

but there came a day on your day off

when both you and eric were on the bus

eric sitting in the front

and you sitting in the back

and you wish you didn't follow him out of curiosity

only to see him enter a flower shop

looking at the girl like how he looked at you

holding her hand like how he held yours

smiling like how he smiled at you

"what am i to you?"

you finally ask him after a month of keeping silent

a month of avoiding him and his stupid blonde hair

him and his stupid mop that he used as a pretend microphone

"what do you mean?"

you pause

"...nothing"

nothing

like how you meant nothing to him

maybe it was your fault for falling for him

for falling in those eyes that shined just as bright as those stars in the sky

the ones he loved to point out

and it made you realize

your eyes never held the stars of the universe

it was always the sky

if eric had to choose whether to compliment you or the stupid shining rocks in the stupid dark sky

it wouldn't be you

you wondered if he talked about the stars with the girl he was with

or maybe it was just you

because he would never look at you

because he would be too busy looking at the stupid sky

and the days he begin to disappear

and start working at the flower shop

with the one he was destined to be with

you're left alone

again

an eventful love story, isn't it?

could you even call it a love story?

what love was there in the story?

and was it really a story if it was told through bullet points?

not when eric never showed any love

not when eric took the job at the convenience store to get experience

just so he could work at that flower shop

with the girl that always had her hair up

surrounded with beauty wherever she walked

it sucks

because eric became someone you wanted to see on a daily basis

while you were someone eric used as entertainment

it was cruel

to have you get a taste of something he knew you could never get

NAVIGATION | TBZ MASTERLIST

[olderthannetfic]

Glad someone else feels a bit disappointed by KJ Charles. The one book I really loved was “The Henchman of Zenda” (which I’d rec, it’s a lot of fun), but with all her other stuff I usually felt some variation of “interesting concept, but disappointing implementation”. I do have to say that I’m also kinda over Cat Sebastian, her books were my introduction to mainstream m/m but her last few books were all very same-y.

--

Yeah, I'm way behind on a lot of authors I like, and many of them have gotten samey either because they seem to be getting tired in general or because the pandemic made their writing more boring.

(A lot of toothless fluff that feels like it needed a second draft has come out recently. I think writers are overwhelmed and uninspired but need to pay rent.)

KJ really lost me with the hideous attempts at diversity that just ended up being actively offensive. I know some people with no taste found them uplifting, but I thought they were flagrantly ableist and often verging on racist. I like books that aren't all white. I seek these out. KJ writes like she's too scared to call a nonwhite person hot, and the result is othering.

The treatment of the genderfluid character was a hot mess from start to finish. Genre-wise and historically, it made no sense. It sounded like it was written by a 14-year-old wannabe sensitivity reader from tumblr, not a seasoned author riffing off of sensation fiction. Why would you make this character shake and cry in the corner when they could have been a faaaaabulous sensation fiction drama queen? WHY THE FUCK would you make the entire plot and every sympathetic character's happiness hinge on them agreeing to dress as a man full time or not. This just makes them look like a jerk for not being able to do it and the author like a transphobe or just desperately uncreative. The autistic character was too stupid to live and the narrative gave him asspats for it. (You still defend your shitty brother when your boyfriend just lost his life's work to him, and we don't get told you're an asshole whose neurodivergence is no excuse?!) The poly narrative was wishy-washy in a way that is sure to alienate both fans of poly romance and people who want strict monogamy and did a bad job of ripping off the very same Heyer book that Cat Sebastian had already done a better m/m version of. Gross, gross, gross.

And then KJ will go back to cis white men only for a book and suddenly her writing improves. It's horrifying. (Though her editing quality and ability to write a satisfying narrative in one single book has gone down overall as well.)

She was never my #1 fave. We just have different kinks, and she's also a dubcon hater publicly and annoyingly. But I did get why she was so highly recced when I read her early stuff. By now, she has gone way downhill.

[mxtcha-tea]

Useless Love Letter.

✎desc; when he receives a love letter from someone else and you're unphased by it.

✎pairing[s]; tsukishima x gn!reader, matsukawa x gn!reader (let me know if i miss any)

✎genre; angst, unrequited love (not proofread)

✎warning[s]; cursing

✎language[s]; english

✎chef note; AHHSHDBJSJSUD WRITER'S BLOCK HITS ME WHEN I'M DOING KUROO'S PART HNNNN, please give me ideas for this...

Tsukishima Kei

You stopped right in front of your classroom’s door frame when you saw a girl shyly standing in front of you while looking down on the floor. Her rosy cheeks peaked from her long and beautiful hair, biting her lip. You recognize her from the other class since she has been visiting your class a few times.

Then, your eyes landed on the letter, slightly crumpled up on her hand. Your mind spiralled a bit at your first thought, that she’s going to give you a love letter, but then again, you snapped out from the thought and focus back on her figure,

“Can I help you?”

She flinched, slowly looking up from the ground and making brief eye contact with you, “Um, c-can you hand this to...Tsukishima….?”

Handing you the letter in her hand as you sighed in relief internally, taking it from her, “You mean Kei? Sure, I’ll let you know his reaction okay?” The girl slowly looks back at you again, giving her a small smile.

A blink as a response as a small smile started forming up on her face before nodding and started jogging back to her class.

You sighed, looking at the love letter for your beloved best friend, “Ah, young love~”

A chuckle escaped from your lips at the thought despite not even being that different in age gap with Tsukishima. You turned around, finding his figure sitting on his desk while listening to his headphones as always. You walked towards him and sat on the chair in front of you.

The male opens his eyes at the sound you made with the chair and put on an annoyed look, expecting yet another rant from you until he saw the mischievous smirk plastered upon your face,

“What do you want?” He blandly asked, not even bothering to put his headphones down. You pouted at that,

“Oh, c’mone, can’t you be more nice with me? I even bring good news right now,”

Tsukishima lifted a brow as his eyes traveled around you until the familiar white envelope caught his eyes. His breath hitches a bit as his cheeks started heating up. Without making it any obvious for you of course.

Is that a love letter? Why do you have one in your hand right now? Are you...confessing to him? He mentally slaps himself in the face and focuses back to what you have to say, hoping that it is about the love letter, “What?”

You hold out the letter onto his face with an excited grin, covering his face. He groaned, trying to put it back down but still took a glimpse of the small red heart in the middle. He snatched it from your hands, finally putting down his headphones and examined it.

Before he can ask you any questions to make it seem like he’s oblivious to it (but in reality he’s not), you spoke first.

And oh boy, it’s really not what he’s hoping for,

“The girl from class 3 asked me to give it to you, and as you can tell, I think she has a little crushy- crush on you~” You grinned, quite oblivious to the emotions welled up inside him now.

Not like he’ll show it any obvious anyway. The slight hope in his eyes died down as he looked back at the letter with no emotions. As if the letter itself has no meaning whatsoever to him.

It’s true, because it’s not from a certain person in his mind, so why would he look at it with excitement?

“Yeah, sure, so what?” You frowned at his response, putting the letter down on the very corner of his desk while rolling his eyes and putting his headphones back on, “What’s with that response? Don’t you feel, I don’t know, excited or something? I mean, I would get excited if I get a love letter from someone,”

‘Because it’s not from you’

“Because there’s no purpose to it? How do you even expect me to react when someone give me a stupid letter? Also, how come you’re not even bothered by it?”

The last question slips from his lips as he yelled at himself internally but trying to not make it any more obvious that he didn’t mean to say that. Thankfully you didn’t caught on to it, like every other time,

“Should I be bothered by it tho? I think that I’m happy that you finally receive one because your lonely ass needs a s/o. You shouldn’t ignore it too, y’know,” You pouted, resting your head on your palm while looking out from the class window.

Tsukishima frowned, it’s not the response he’s hoping from you, then again, he should’ve seen it coming. But it still hurts,

“I already promised her that I’m going to tell her your response-” “Just tell her that I don’t accept the confession,” He sighed, waving his hand around as he buried his head on his arm, avoiding your stare,

“Tch, whatever I guess, if she cries because of it then you’re responsible for it,” He grunted, looking back onto your eyes.

They look as pretty as ever, just like yesterday, and honestly everyday. But he can still couldn’t admit it,

“Shut up, have you finished the english work?” You widen your eyes at that panickly holding onto his table, “FUCK, I HAVEN’T FINISHED THE LAST ONE YET,”

You quickly went to your seat and rummaged around your bag, pulling out two books and a pen before landing back at your previous seat. The blonde sighed, rolling his eyes and put down his headphones while watching you flip through the english textbook.

The love letter left next to him.

Tsukishima walked through the hallway with Yamaguchi next to him. In the end, he still keeps the love letter thanks to your pestering. If you hadn’t stopped him from throwing it away, he could’ve caught into some unnecessary drama.

Yamaguchi takes a glance at the blonde next to him, then at the letter inside his pocket. Slightly crumpled and dirty from the amount of ignorance he gave to it, “Tsuki, sorry to hear about that. So, did they know about it? Y’know, about your crush on them,”

He kept on walking towards the gym, where Hinata had asked both of them to help him and Kageyama practice a bit during lunch. His face unphased and hands left on his sides,

“No, still oblivious. And I’m pretty sure that…”

His words fell on deaf ears when both of them reached the noisy gym, filled with the balls hitting every corner of the room along with Hinata, Kageyama and…

Your voice.

Both of them took a peek inside through the small opening and his eyes went wide when you spike a ball, holding up your hand in victory and clapping hands with Hinata and Kageyama.

Yamaguchi sighed, half lidded eyes staring at his best friend, “And because they have another person in mind right?” The blonde looked at Yamaguchi and pulled out the letter from his pocket.

Hollowly looking at it’s crumpled up state before averting his pupils back to your beamed figure talking with a flustered Kageyama. The expression you’re wearing is enough to make it obvious on who you’re REALLY into.

Tsukishima clenched his hand, crumpling the letter fully with a dead stare towards both of your figures. He calmed his mind a bit, looking up with his eyes closed avoiding tears falling down.

His friend gave him a pity look, patting his back. He throw the letter at the trash bin and turn his expression back to neutral again,

“I fucking hate them. Whatever, it’s not like I care anyway,”

Matsukawa Issei

“Fuck, gross!”

You punched Matsukawa’s shoulder, laughing in the process while walking with him towards your classroom. He chuckled, shrugging slightly and catching the familiar frame of both you and his class,

“What? I already told you it was once,” “Shut up loser,” You shake your head, walking ahead of him and entering the classroom. Greeting some of your classmates that’s either talking with one another or playing cards.

The latter yawned, slouching his figure a bit as his eyes caught something on his desk. He stares at it for a second before realizing it’s a letter and a little bento. He walked towards it and lifted the letter up, “[y/n]!”

After putting your watch down on your desk, you look back at him, “Hm?” He held the letter up as it caught your attention. You walked towards his desk and take a look at the letter closer,

“Oh fuck, you got a confession letter!” Matsukawa looks at the letter back and flip it showing a name written in cursive, “Miyahara...Sora,” He read it out loud as you widen your eyes at that,

“MIYAHARA?? Mattsun, that’s like, the sweetest girl in our whole school, she likes you?” He barely shrugged, “Seemed so,”

You rose a brow at that, “Aren’t you excited? She’s really popular and to know that she has a crush on you?? Of all people?”

“Oh shut up, who’s even getting the letter right now?” He lightly hit your head and put the letter down, grabbing the bento next. He opens it as your eyes sparkled at the content. As expected from the cinnamon roll of a person Miyahara is, the food was aesthetically pleasing to look at and even smells good for bonus point,

“Well, at least she’s one good housewife,” “Oh my god, stop with your housewife kink,” You groaned, earning a laugh from him as he handed it to you, “And you seemed like you wanted a taste,”

You flinched at his statement and wearily looked at the bento in front of you. You wanted to refuse since it’s for him but the octopus sausage is practically calling you to eat it,

“Fuck this,” You grabbed one of it and chewed happily, making a sound of content as the ravenette watches you eat it. But, now that he started realizing it, you didn’t seem bothered by him getting a love letter from some popular girl that he didn’t bother to know about.

In fact, it looks like you’re actually rooting for the romance between him and ‘Miyahara’ to blossom.

His smile faltered a bit but then he put back his usual grin when you turn your head to him, “Can I eat one more- wait, no! It’s for you, one is enough,” “Are you sure?” “...”

You reached out your hand to grab the onigiri and stuffed it inside your mouth, earning a chuckle from Matsukawa, grabbing one too,

“Mn, what did she put in here? Tuna mayo?”

“Hm, taste like it honestly,”

“It’s good, dang I hope that I can have her make bentos for me,”

“Yeah, sure,”

The letter’s still rested on his hand, he fiddled with it and left it unopened. He doesn’t want to open it since he could already tell that he won’t feel anything while reading it. Matsukawa saw your figure running towards him as you stopped right in front of him, panting,

“Hey chief, you okay?” He asked with a lopsided grin, you stand up straight and look at him with a glare, “Why didn’t you tell me that you don’t have practice right now?! I had to deal with Oikawa’s ass inside the gym and cleaning it up since none of the others want to!”

He dodged your attacks as you continue your rambling, “And what’s worst is that your stupid volleyball gym is so fucking far away from the school main gate!”

You stopped trying to hit him when he catches your wrist and shoving it back down, “Geez, sorry I guess, don’t get so worked up with it since you knew that this isn’t the first time it happened,”

A sigh escaped from you, letting go of his grip as you opened your shoe locker. He chuckled, leaning against the locker with one hand inside his pocket while the other still holding the letter.

While struggling to put your shoes back on, you catch a glimpse of the letter previously from your class, “You still haven’t read it?”

He looks at the letter then back at you, “Nah, I don’t feel like reading it right now,” You scoffed, standing up straight and hit your front shoe onto the floor, “Well, I hope you would read it anytime soon, not making the owner of the letter to wait for your response,”

You froze a bit and looks at him with a small smile, “Wait, don’t tell me you have a crush on me so that’s why you haven’t read it,”

His eyes widened at that as both of you stare into each other, his cheeks heating up at the contact. Was he really that obvious? No, if you had already known it, you would have tease him about it a little earlier. He kept himself calm under your stare as he coughed,

“Pfft, what? Of course not, you’re seriously hallucinating right now,” “Oh,” You chuckled, leaning against the locker besides him, “Thank goodness,”

You easily stated.

Matsukawa can feel himself getting stabbed from the back at your mere words, and he started noticing why you still pestered him to accept the letter. How can it not be any obvious? You don’t love him more than friends.

Then again, you act so carefree around him, you’re always comfortable with him and could effortlessly talk with him without being shy. That it became hard to know if you like him or not.

Some days you would just be next to him engulfed with silence and he would think that you’re in love with him. If only, that was true and not a scenario that he made up. But it’s quite impossible isn’t it? There’s actually no way for you to hold up a more-than-friends feelings towards him.

That’s pretty much the number one ‘not to’ rule as best friends. And he broke that sole rule. How stupid of him, he should’ve known better.

“I just know that you two would be the perfect couple, I mean, you two are so cute together now that I think about it!” You give him a bright smile,

The same smile that made him fall in love, and the same one that got his heart broken,

“I’ll be your number one wing person, so I hope you could read the letter when you got home,” He blinks, chuckling at that while putting on a smile that could’ve mirrored yours, if it isn’t so fake,

“Whatever,”

You smack his shoulder and wave your hand at him, “Loser, see you tomorrow, kachow,” He waved back, almost half heartedly, “Kachow,”

And with that, you’re running out from the gate, trying to not miss the train again. Half way through it, you tripped on a rock but quickly gained balance and started running again.

His hand fell down to his sides, the smile on his face disappearing in a second. He lifted up the letter, almost glaring down on it as he speed walked towards the nearest trash bin.

And almost too easily ripped it into half, throwing it away and not caring that the owner would find it anytime soon. He held up his middle finger at it, sticking his tongue out at the process, “Fuck you, you ruined my fucking life, Miyahara,”

Matsukawa frowned, searching through his pocket and pulling out his phone, dialing a number that’s all too familiar to him.

It let out a few beeps before the call was accepted, “Hey, what’s up?”

Hanamaki’s voice echoed from it, a little bit hoarse from sleeping the whole day. He covered his face, letting a sigh before responding,

“Hey, I know that you’re sick right now, but can I go to your house?”

A line of silence filled in the gap between them before his other best friend responded back, “Is this about [y/n]?” His voice now laced in pity, almost knowing exactly what happened between you two while he’s away.

He let out a forced smile as his vision started to blur and sting from the tears welling up. He bite his lip, trying to calm himself from breaking down right there, letting the whole school see him crumbling,

“Isn’t it obvious enough? I even bet that you had known about this in the first place,”

[slightlymore]

hello !!!! im here folloaing your recent jeno fic ✌🏻👁👄👁 I'm just so fucking speechless at what I just read. Is there somewhere I could sign to turn it into a book ? it was so perfectly written I'm shocked. the development was so smooth and gradual I loved it. not gonna lie, at first I was scared for the 'magic' side to take too much of the storyline (like magic tricks everywhere, powerfull old bad wizards etc) but in fact it was practically no existent as you focused more on the building of the characters and it was surprisingly more pleasant to read ! for one second I thought someone actually used her to access to the throne u know like.. using their powers as if it was hers and them made her hated and disowned (i had my eyes on the counselor bc he looked bad).

totally unprovoked but jeno is a sexy man. front the start to the eND!!! ✨️ about our mc, she first seemed really.. arrogant? a real brat ? I was like "hmmm gurl" but as we continued our journey with her, I finally realized I liked her character !! she was just wrongly hated and im surprised at how ppl would look down at her so easily, jeno made me realize that at the end ! don't get me started on the building tension between them. THE WAY HE WAS SO DARING AND WASNT SCARED TO TOUCH HER 🥵 too much for me.. also the scene where yn embarrass him with her sex toys djdjjfj I liked her so much for that it was so entertaining!! 🤌🏻✨️ the smut scenes.. it brought a new fresh air to the same rusty old smut development that writers use to write. like.. the position they were in, then the following sex act *sigh* yeah. this might be my favorite jeno fic ever, thank you for writing it !!

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I'm so happy you enjoyed the pacing and the characters!! 😭😭❤️❤️❤️ yeah I often write an arrogant and bitchy mc so I can humble her or show a different side of someone who can come off like that in the beginning bahahahah

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Sweetheart [Taehyung x Reader]

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Genre: Smut; 21+; Future Boss/Boyfriend Oneshot

Summary - Kim Taehyung is a sucessfully acclaimed erotica writer and he's looking for an assistant. When you don't make the cut, why does he want to give you the job anyway.

Warning - 21+!Only; Smut; Dirty Talk;

Word Count - 2.9k

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You sat on the couch opposite him. Your fingers fiddling in your lap, a telltale sign as to how nervous you were. But why wouldn't you be? Your hard work, future and your livelihood were on the line and all he was doing was reading a few pieces of paper.

You observed his features as you waited, because honestly, you just couldn't help yourself. His black hair had you itching to run your fingers through them, his eyes one mono lid, and one partial double eyelid, basically as different as his dual personality.

But his lips were your favorite part. A full upper lip, pink and lusciously, tempting to bite. You could just imagine what those lips could do to you... In other places. You bit your own, in the desperate need to come back to reality.

You averted your eyes before you could catch any other feature, your mind would run wild with. He cleared his throat and it made you jump back to the here and now, completely pulling you out of your wild imagination.

You cursed at how much of an open book you were. 'S-sorry.' you managed to stop your stumble from escalating any further. His facial expression was skeptic, but he blinked and it morphed into something hard and serious a second later.

'Well these are good' he started as he piled your pages into a neat stack and signed off his name on the cover page, 'but I can't use them.'

'What? But you just said they were good.' You managed an even tone but your spine was rigid, and a ball was rapidly forming in the back of your throat.

'You lack depth.' It was stated so calmly. As if it was a simple fact of life and your hard work hadn't just been thrown into a gutter.

Temper rising, you reigned it in as you questioned, 'Depth?' He sat back on his side of the couch, hands spalying out on either side.

Damn if he didn't look like he owned the world, and he did, in this house, on his couch, and right now, your life was in his hands too. 'Yes, depth.' he nodded as he replied.

You see, the idea is there, the correct words are there, the grammar is perfect, but your tone, is completely wrong.' he licked his lips absently and as professional as you needed to be now, you clenched at the action. 'When a reader is going through a story, they tend to have options in how to react.'

They either read for themselves, picture the scenario happening to them or they read for the next person in the book. Either way they have to be able to feel what you're putting out. Pain, love, and even lust has to be explained in such a way that it takes no time at all for the connection and relativity to get to the reader. And you can write. But you can't write about sex.'

He picked up the first page and read aloud a snippet from the middle of the page. 'She orgasmed as he drove himself into her repeatedly....' He gave you a pointed look.

'Really, you sound like you're a virgin locked up in a box. You definitely have the key, but has it been used...' You cringed at the words. you wanted to defend yourself, but your throat was locked.

Despite how easy he was being, it wasn't the words you wanted to be told. Words like that, bruised. He sighed at your silence, placing the pages back neatly. 'You are new and raw, and I can see your strength lies in realism and logic. And with that you do have the potential to be a great writer of Erotic literature because your insight is different. But it is not what the position requires right now.'

Your face burned at the direct words. He was right, blunt, and hurtful but right. You never did half the things you wrote about. You were not a virgin, of course. but your sex life wasn't the best, and it wasn't top priority, but Taehyung was a renowned writer and you wanted to be in the intern position he had open.

It would not only build your career, it would also be a dream come true to work for a man that had the Erotic Fiction world in his palm. Fat chance, considering you were just told your best wasn't good enough. Plus, before the first round of interviews he made it quite clear that he needed someone as soon as possible.

You had pride, so you did the only thing your pride would allow you to. 'I'm sorry I wasted your time and I appreciate the criticism.' You got up and picked up your bag before leaning over to take your work from him. He held it to him.

'I never said you could leave.' His tone was harder than before, but his face remained a blank.

'But you just said you can't use them.'

'But I never said you didn't have the job.'

Looking at him incredulously you snapped. 'What reason would I have a job if I can't write or do what the job description entailed?'

His eyes grew dark at your tone. 'I'm willing to teach you.'

You squinted in disbelief, 'What, how to write?'

'Yes, but... I'm also willing to show you and help you experience the different scenarios you need to have the... means to write.' Your eyes were probably popping out of your head, as you thought Did he just propose what I think he was proposing.

'Yes, I am.' he smirked.

You almost grumbled at the transparency of your face. Recollecting yourself you leaned over and grabbed the papers out of his hands, 'Thank you for offering to make me a playtoy, but I'd rather not have anything to do with your dick.'

God would forgive you for lying, but you needed out of there, before you accepted what you wanted with every fiber of your being.

Releasing the papers and saying nothing he casually walked over to his bar, pouring himself a shot he answered, 'Considering how many times you've grabbed your lip and held it between your teeth since you got here, I think if I thrust two fingers inside of you right now, I'd find different.'

His eyes were swirling dancing - drowning you. The breath you sucked in elicited a wave of need that ran through your body. His raw words, an attack to the self-respect you tried to keep intact.

Because you really really wanted this gorgeous man to bring you to your knees. And it terrified you.

'That isn't appropriate; you can't say that to anyone, let alone an ex-prospect employee.' Your voice was breathy, and you cringed internally at the sound.

'I usually would never propose such a thing, or even go for someone so... inexperienced.' He took a sip and looked over at you above the glass rim. 'But,' he started as he put the glass down, 'You're intriguing.'

And think of it this way, we both get what we want professionally and satisfy the desire we both seem to be pulled toward right now.'

'What desire?' You rolled your eyes in an act of calling bullshit, but immediately felt so stupid at the comment, because you were actually considering his words. Why won't your legs work and get you the fuck out of there! Clicking his tongue he slowly smiled a half smile.

'The rise and fall of your breasts increasing, your blown pupils, nipples peaking out....you're aroused sweetheart.' He took a slow sip of his drink as you reeled with the blunt ferocity of the need that hit you.

His words were one thing, but his throat as he swallowed the golden liquid, made the urge to grab and bite and mark...with teeth and nails harder to resist, because no woman in her right mind could resist a man that knew exactly what she wants. But neither of you could alleviate the fact that this was only a second meeting.

The first being a five minute interview that gave you the opportunity to be in front of him right now. 'I don't even have to guess, I already knew then. And I see it now. You're so sweet and innocent and ever since that first day I was obsessed with corrupting you.'

His admittance was the shocking part. You didn't know what he saw, but being wanted by Taehyung....was something else. Could anyone come back from that feeling? You didn't think so.

'I want you.' The direct statement rolled of his tongue so casually, as if your whole perspective hadn't made a one-eighty. 'I want your neck, to be the one to kiss and caress and mark. I want your waist, your body, to be held as close to mine as possible as my tongue dances with yours.' He started walking closer to you, and you instinctively walked backwards, just as slow.

‘Your eyes fully blown and dark with lust, probably seeing yourself on this couch, back arched, head back, keeping your back aligned to my chest as I thrust into you from behind. My hand on your throat, fingers in your pussy, the moans you'd be giving me, music to my ears.' He groaned, a slow smirk of his lips corrupting you his with his play.

He tilted his head to the side and walked closer. You were caught in a daze. Looking at this beautiful man, all your control seeping through the cracks of any sort of defense. You were being stalked.

A hunter, a male, a danger to all of your emotions and he had his prey exactly where he wanted it. 'That black silk scarf on my couch,' his eyes never leaving yours, he continued, 'you could be tied to my bed, wrists together above your head, naked as my fingers trailed a path down your each and every curve, starting with your lips. You would want me to caress your chin and have my thumb flittering back and forth, as my tongue dived into your ear.' You choked a moan as your back came in contact with the wall.

Your pages, your bag, your will, falling to the floor. You closed your eyes, lost in the way you were feeling, in his words, in how much you wanted it to be true. 'I can imagine you squirm when I bite your earlobe, my fingers would trail down your neck, around it, adding a bit of pressure, and I would bite, suckle and you would want me to leave marks, wouldn't you.' The last words were a whisper, a hairs breathe away from your ear.

You sucked in a breathe and opened your eyes to find one of his hands on the side of the wall, his glass on the counter next to you, his eyes hooded looking at your lips. His free hand running the back across your cheek, and you leaned into the touch involuntarily.

His palm glided down to the side of your breast 'Your sensitive breasts, they'd fill my hands, as I held them, kissed around them swirled my tongue around the tips, oh so slowly before suckling on one like it's my favorite treat and tugging on the other with my fingers.'

He met your eyes then. He was so close to you, the heat from him came off in waves and he sported a hard bulge that made the slightest contact with your tummy making itself known.

And my God you were a whimpering mess at the thought of him inside you. Stifling a sob, you broke off from the wall and made a sprint to the door.

You needed out, you were scared at so much all at once. You needed to find yourself again. But his hand caught yours at the wrist. You tugged and pulled, a lost cause considering how lean and strong he was. You were pulled, and gripped at the shoulders with long fingers.

You made the biggest mistake putting your hair up this morning, you thought as his lips met the junction between your shoulder and neck. The subtle act cascading through your body, instinctively making your head lie against his shoulder in meek compliance.

And you knew, right then, you couldn't leave. He wouldn't let you, and you didn't want him too.

'Would you like my lips in your pussy, baby. Would you want me to kiss my way down your body and stop as I reached the junction between your thighs? Want me to suckle you through your panties, until you were a soaking mess and I needed to rip it off to get better access?

'... Diving my tongue up and down your slit, dipping it in and out of your small hole, and working my way back up to grab your clit between my lips?'

'Would you want me to make you come all over my face, make you scream and taste yourself off me as I grabbed you for a kiss after?' He rubbed his nose and lips and tongue, mouth open slightly, lazily across your cheek to your ear, and back down to your neck.

The images all beating you one after the other. You wanted something, more...less...you didn't know what but you needed it. His right hand worked its way to the top of your jeans, unsnapping the button and zipper.

Your hands went to stop him, but he grabbed them and held both in one had behind your back. He grazed his fingers painfully slow with barely there touches above your panty line you didn't know how much more you could take. You wanted more.

You wanted him to stop. But you didn't. He cupped you then, a harsh sound escaped you at the impact. 'I told you, you would be soaked. You're ready for me. So ready. And I want to drive my cock straight into you. Hard. I want to make you come and I want to do it again, slow and edge you till the end but never tipping you over. A fitting punishment for making me go crazy with how much I want to fuck you,' he growled his words, making you more wet if that was even possible.

Then he let go. No hands on you. No contact. Luckily you could lean against the wall, but your knees gave out. You sat on the floor taking hard deep breathes as you tried to compose yourself.

He leaned against his kitchen counter and watched you. He downed the rest of his drink in one go and slammed it on the table. A pure indication of the thread his control was hanging on. 'I don't rape people. But I needed you to understand what you're shutting yourself away from I will never claim to be a good man. But I know how to make a woman feel good. And we're both adults, baby.'

The pet name use wasn't lost on you. 'How you're feeling now, is a tip of the iceberg of the satisfaction you will feel if your readers react as you are.' He turned away placing his glass in the sink. His knuckles white. His eyes dark. His simmering anger waiting underneath a very stable, very toned, very bitable body.

'You may leave.' He said it as a dismissal and you wasn't sure you heard right. 'I may not like it, and I do want to fuck you with every fiber of my being, but it's your choice to be and do what you want at the end of the day.' So this was it. It was all on you. Your choice.

You wanted to laugh. Five minutes ago you would have wanted it, but now you were just empty. If you did this, you would grow, you would experience new things, and your career would take off with the knowledge.

If you left you'd have your pride, you wouldn't have to fight the battles and speculation about climbing the ladder by climbing on the boss’s dick, but you'd be a shell of who you are. Believe it or not you learned more about yourself in the last hour than in the last year.

Getting up slowly, still slightly quivering you started walking. Walking with open jeans would have been embarrassing in any other situation, but this time it wasn't. You made it to him and did the boldest thing you'd ever done in your life. You cupped his bulge in your hand and gave a gentle squeeze.

He sucked in a breath, his hand going to your ass and squeezing in turn. He looked ten times more dangerous than he usually did, it was a no brainer you had caught him off guard. 'Please.' you whispered looking into his eyes. Needy. Desperate for something you never knew you needed.

Breathing heavily as you begged. He gripped your hair that he let loose, when you didn't know, but it was now tangled in his hands as he pulled your head back, to expose your neck and nibbled against it lightly, 'Please what.'

'Teach me,' Your acceptance tipped the scale in his favor. You were a goner the minute you met this man and now look at you almost in your underwear in his kitchen. 'I don't want to leave.'

He smiled devilishly, making him look devilishly handsome. You would never get used to that smile. You would melt every time. Be on your knees when he ordered. And give him all of you when he asked.

He leaned into you, as he gripped you chin, 'You were never going to leave anyway.' he said softly as his lips descended on yours.

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