Give a man a fanfic, and he will read for a day. Teach a man to write, and he still won't do it.

He'll think about it though, and boy oh boy, he'll be thinking about it...

How it feels knowing my favorite character won’t be the one under my Christmas tree

Santa can't fulfill my ONE wish

Chapter Nine: Regret

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Pairing: Call of Duty, Ghost x F!Plus-Size!Reader

Summary: As an administrator for the 141, you thrive on pushing paperwork behind the scenes so your boys can do their thing. You are wholly unprepared when a multi-chapter erotic friend fiction starring you and Ghost begins circulating around base, to the delight of literally everyone except you and him. Forced to work together despite his reluctance, you are determined to find the mysterious author and put an end to this indignity.

oh to be 13 years old again, staying up late to read fanfiction

The issue I have with writers doing a "plus-size reader being insecure, so sex is the solution" trope is that it just sexualizes us. Insecurity can also stem from sexualization, just like it can from rejection. Plus-size people face objectification every day, and you're a part of it. It's also so unrealistic; if I'm feeling insecure about my body, the last thing I'd want is someone groping my naked body. Imagine if you were really thirsty and instead of someone giving water, they spit in your face and say, "Well, it's a liquid." That's what y'all are doing with those fic tropes. You're saying, "Oh, you have insecurities? Here's a fic about you getting your puss ate." Also, 99% of these authors who write plus-size characters like that are not plus-size themselves. So, instead of doing research or even talking to a bigger person, they write a crappy, half-assed fic that they think is so different. They praise themselves like they're fucking Liberace. I can give you a quick outline of these fics.

•reader tries on dress

•reader is insecure

•character comes in

•reader cries

•character and reader have sex.

You're like everyone else who treats us like we are not more than our bodies, you're just doing it in a performative way. You're not different, nothing you're doing is new, and if I'm being honest every insecurity->sex fic I've seen has been fucking trash.

Instead of developing the character in ways that would reassure the reader (in this case, a plus-size woman) that she feels safe with the character, the writers fail to create a safe space where the reader feels secure and the character promises protection. However, the only solution the writers offer is sex, objectifying the body and believing that's acceptable when it's not.

I can speak from my own perspective. I'm a short woman with a body that doesn't attract attention, and when I read something that revolves around the idea that "the reader's insecurities are solved with sex," it makes me uncomfortable, like I'm just an object for someone. I don't identify with it at all. In the end, those fanfics are just like a bunch of other nonsense.

Sometimes I just want to read stories where the reader is assured that she is in a safe place, can be calm, express herself freely, and is reminded and shown that she is safe with the character time and time again, not where insecurities are magically fixed with sex.

This is so real. I don't hate smut, but i get tired of seeing it 24/7. I just want some substance sometimes.

Emotional intimacy is a real and powerful thing. I feel like smut can mean so much more when it's combined with more backstory/character history.

In my eyes, when you really know someone (the angst/fluff/comfort, etc) and develop a little bit of history between the characters, you're making the smut scene much more powerful. It shows that this isn't some fling that doesn't mean anything. It shows that these characters feel a deeper connection to each other. They know each other and still choose each other regardless of their flaws and imperfections. There's something keeping stronger than lust motivating them to keep interacting.

That's powerful to me. The romantic tension of it all.

But, maybe I'm just too much of a romantic.

how your 20s feel when you dont know what ur doing

you can call me honey if you want

“Hey, Steve?” 

The yelling that had filled the entirety of Steve’s living room for the past ten minutes ceased. His heart started beating out of his chest. There was no reason to get all twisted up about it, that is the name his parents gave him. Except, you were so sweet, and everyone had a nickname. Everyone, but especially him. He’s your Stevie. Well, not strictly yours, as much as he’d like to be. 

You would drop the others’ nicknames when you were tired, or when you had a headache after a long day. Dustin was no longer Dusty-Bun, which you’d gleefully stolen from Suzie. The ‘Y’ was dropped from the end of Mike. Steve could count on one hand the number of times he’d heard you call his best friend ‘Robin’ instead of ‘Robs’. But always, without fail, he was ‘Stevie’. 

He’d been Stevie when your respective parents had brought the both of you to the company Christmas party and you were the only two there below the age of 30. He’d been Stevie when you found him shamefully cleaning up Tommy’s graffiti on the front of the theater, Stevie when you saw him from across the mall, face beaten to a pulp and there was no one else to pick him up. And he was Stevie every single time that he crawled in through your window after a nightmare or when he needed someone to sit with him in the aftermath of another concussion. 

Max was still sitting on the floor in front of you as you diligently weaved her hair into a braid, eyes looking as far up as they could to catch a glimpse of you. Robin was hanging upside down in her typical arm chair, and the other kids were tangled up in a pile on the rug. But without fail, every eye in the room was boring into you. Steve watched you tie off the braid in an elastic and jump a bit when you looked up, squirming under their scrutiny. You blinked, confused. “What?” 

Oh God, you didn’t even realize. You hate him now and you don’t even know it. 

OHHH yeah.. Give me ALL of the yearning, self-consciousness, and FACE TO FACE CONCERSATION. ALL OF OT I NEED IT ALL!!!!!!!

yeah this iss noce. very nove. so nice im going to get it tatted on the skin over my heart

You're so gorgeous. (part one)

pairing; jake seresin x fem!reader

summary; You and Jake Seresin have been inseparable since childhood—two halves of the same heartbeat, growing up side by side through every scraped knee, late-night secret, and long-distance phone call. Somewhere along the way, friendship blurred into something deeper, something neither of you dared to name, and two lifelong best friends learn that sometimes the person you’ve been searching for has been standing right in front of you all along.

word count; 5.1k

a/n; reader goes by the nickname "Georgie" mostly just fyi, thanks for reading, hope you love it <3

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You’d known Jake Seresin for almost as long as you’d known how to tie your shoes.

If someone asked when it started — when he started — you wouldn’t know where to begin. There wasn’t a clear before or after, no single moment that marked the beginning of a friendship that would outlast almost everything else. It was just… always there. Like the low hum of summer cicadas, or the smell of your mother’s coffee in the morning. A constant, woven quietly into the fabric of your life.

Jake was the boy next door who threw pebbles at your window when he wanted you to come outside, who never let you walk home alone after dark. The kind of boy who’d hand you the better half of a popsicle without being asked, who’d wait for you at the end of the driveway every morning before school, backpack slung over one shoulder and that easy grin already in place.

whatever drives you wild, honey

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x fem!reader summary: your enemies-with-benefits deal with jake is simple: fight, fuck, pretend it never happened. until one bad day in the air makes you call it quits, and hangman starts acting different. now you’re stuck figuring out who he actually is, and realising you never hated hangman at all. you just didn’t know him yet. tags: enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits (?) to lovers warning(s): reader drinks alcohol, reader only hooks up with hangman while tipsy, swearing word count: 10.1k note: i feel like this was inevitable ever since i posted my rooster fic in october. this wip has been bothering me for a month and i finally locked in after finally watching glen powell’s snl episode. i hope you enjoy!! 🍯💛

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You woke up perfectly warm.

That was the first sign that something was wrong. For a few long seconds, you stayed still, eyes closed, brain suspiciously quiet.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

It's finally starting to get cold in New York, which means your favorite Holiday is coming up, Christmas. Something about the cold weather brings out this coziness in you. You've already started mentally creating a list of all the Christmas-related activities you want to do this month, and, of course, you plan to "force" Yelena and Bob to join you. You're currently camped out in the living room, watching one of your favorite movies, Ice Princess, when Bob and Yelena wander in.

Yelena puts on her usual "I'm not interested" act, but ends up standing behind you with her arms crossed as she watches the movie. Bob, on the other hand, wastes no time and joins you on the couch. Bob notices how you look like the epitome of warm and cozy. Even though he doesn't feel it, he always hears Yelena complaining that the tower is always cold. He takes in your appearance, how you've burrowed yourself under a fuzzy blanket that almost matches the fuzzy socks on your feet. Bob remembers when Bucky got you those and how you practically live in those fuzzy socks when you don't have shoes on.

please date sweet men. please date men who respect you in anger. please date men who are soft spoken. please date men who are patient with you. please date men who respect their own bodies. please date men that are kind to your soul. please date men who have self-control.