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anonymous asked:

Hello! Hope you're having a wonderful day! Could you give me a list of fluffy one shots if you haven't done one? Thank you!

I love fluffy one shots, so you have come to the right person! There are so many amazing one shots, so I’m sure I missed a few! For now, I hope you enjoy!


Fluffy One Shots 


in need of melted marshmallow cuddles by Hitsugi_Zirkus, Gen, 1.7k
“Viktor. You’re Russian. How is it that you’re always so easily cold and– Wait,” Yuuri’s eyes fell onto Viktor’s bundled up form under the comforter, “are you wearing my jackets? How many layers have you got on?” SNUGGLES AND CUDDLES DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING I LOVE THIS FIC

Round and Gold by oh_imintrouble, Gen, 1.4k
Yuuri wins the Grand Prix Final and gives Victor something round a gold. Victor gives him something else round and gold in return. One shot proposal fic. I’m totally not crying, there’s just something in my eye…

Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by lucycamui, Explicit, 3.7k
In which Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg and Victor discovers just how distracting living with him can be. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH OMG

Keep Your Eyes On Me by pensversusswords, Teen, 1.2k
Viktor wouldn’t change a single thing about Yuuri. Let’s give a round of applause for this amazing body positivity fic! LOVE!

The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten, Explicit, 20k
One of my favourite hurt/comfort fics! Yuuri comes down with a nasty cold and Victor tries to take care of him the best that he can. Full of hilariously delusional Yuuri, caring Victor, and ALL THE FLUFF! So cute, definitely recommend!

Amateur or Expert by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Teen, 1.9k
AU where Yuuri is a ice skating instructor and Victor is thirsty for him and will do whatever it takes for Yuuri to get to know him. Even if that means pretending to not know how to skate at all, even though he’s a five-time world champion. VERY cute, lots of fluff, and Victor is hilarious in this. Love!

A Beautiful Morning by Jawbones, Mature, 1k
Viktor pulls him even closer, moving to lie on top of him, burying his face into his chest. Yuuri looks down, is greeted by bright blue eyes and a smile. I’M SCREAMING THIS IS SO PERFECT

Five Times Viktor and Yuuri Were Jealous of Makkachin (and the one time they weren’t) by braveten, Teen, 6.4k
Viktor and Yuuri are jealous of Makkachin on multiple occasions, but the adorable brown poodle might be the only way to get them to realize their love for one another. LOVE!

stammi vicino by sunshinehide, Gen, 1k
its moments like these where yuuri realizes how lucky in love he is with victor. CUTEEE

Love Like You by LFMH021, Teen, 3.6k
Little insight to retired and domestic Victuuri! Many small scenes from deciding who is going to do the dishes to grocery shopping. SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH! It’s the domestic fic you’re looking for!

life and love by novocaine_sea, Gen, 12k
Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. Italian Victor… I mean?? So perfect!

Five Times Victor Messed Up the Proposal + The One Time He Still Did by lucycamui, Explicit, 6k
In which Victor plans all the perfect proposals to his beloved Yuuri, but can never seem to carry them out exactly right. I’M SOBBING THIS IS PERFECT

we’ll call this place our home by perennials, Gen, 1.3k
The Big Day approaches, and Viktor seeks advice from various members of the Katsuki family. SO CUTE!!!!

#baristalife by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.6k
Victor, proud owner of Muse café and roastery, goes searching for a local bakery to buy sweets for his store. When he does, he finds Yutopia, a quaint little place tucked away in a small part of town. The good news is, he quickly becomes business partners with the lead patissier, Yuuri. This is an amazing fic, must read!

Love in Red and White by ivelostallcontrolofmylife, Gen, 1k
Viktor realises he -really- likes Yuuri wearing his clothes. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!

fixation by crunchrapsupreme, Mature, 3k
Yuuri lets himself indulge during off-seasons, his body becoming softer and more plush once again, and Victor is incredibly distracted by it. I’m OBSSESED!

hold me in your arms tonight by isonala, Gen, 702 words
After surgery, Victor wakes up with temporary amnesia and forgets he’s married to Yuuri. Quick read, and the fluffiest of fluff. Must read!

Going Down in History by ivelostallcontrolofmylife, Mature, 6.4k
Viktor Nikiforov has absolutely no self control and a penchant for bad pickup lines. AKA Five Times Viktor Shamelessly Flirted With and Embarrassed Yuuri in Public, and the One Time He Got His Ass Absolutely Owned. OMG HAHA I LOVE THIS!

Under the Weather by ProcrastinatingPalindrome, Gen, 1.3k
Victor spends his 28th birthday in bed with the flu while Yuuri fusses over him. Somehow, he doesn’t seem too upset about this. Pure fluff!

matcha cookie monstrosity by lunaetude, Gen, 1.6k
Pretty Eyes pulls out an entire can of Monster Energy. ‘Could I get four shots of espresso, two pumps of matcha syrup, and this entire can.’
‘…Are you sure you want that, sir.’ Just read this, it’s so fluffy!

I Wanted To Check by insatiablerealist, Gen, 4.2k
Yuuri is an artist, Viktor is a ballet teacher, and they find themselves sharing an apartment in Barcelona. The only problem is they speak two different languages, but despite that, they fall in love. SO CUTE OMG

anonymous asked:

Hey! Anon who had sent the snowbaz prompt about the color yellow, etc. that was really really awesome! You're writing style is fantastic, and the quality is amazing!! Wow! Are you still excepting prompts? Because if so I'd love to see perhaps an insecure Baz and snow being kind? I really loved how you handled snow being self deprecating in your fic and how Baz handled it and I'd love to see something the other way around? Also, park, cold, blanket, eyes, bird, and leafs? That'd be so awesome,omg

AWWWWW OMGS TY ANON!!!!! OKAY SO the sad thing is I kinda got carried away and didn’t include EVERYTHING that you asked for, but I tried to get as much as I could. SECOND OF ALL I hope it’s okay, but I decided to try and use this for the @snowbaz-feda thingy (that I have been wanting to participate in and have only now been able to get something done) so um…. yeah here we go!! 


It was a beautiful spring morning with birds singing their cheerful tunes as they hid among the swaying leaves of trees with twisting branches and big, bright blossoms. There were cheerful shrieks of children running through the open fields playing games of tag and such. Toddlers giggled as they attempted to chase after fluttering butterflies, almost tumbling to the ground before they pulled themselves up again, playing the game until the butterfly flew too far.

And amongst the hoards and hoards of people, where three people in their early twenties, taking advantage of their spring break and strolling through the lush gardens. The tallest of the three held hands loosely with the boy beside him, who was easily recognizable by his bronze hair and blue eyes. And next to him a short girl had her arm linked through his, rolling her eyes at every remark the two made. Honestly, Penny had no idea why she even tried to spend time with the two dorks that were Simon Snow and Baz Pitch. They were so in love it was sickening.

“I could totally fly up to the top of that tree,” Simon argues, looking at the rather gigantic tree in front of them. Baz snorts.

“Please Snow. You can barely fly a foot off the ground.”

“That’s because I didn’t really try.”

“You’re both idiots.”

“Nobody told you to come, Bunce,” Baz says, but there’s a small smile on his lips.

“I had to come or else you both would’ve gotten yourselves killed. Need I remind you of that time at the zoo?”

“BUT THEY WERE SO SAD PENNY–”

“Nope. I’m not having this conversation again, Simon. Honestly both of you act like children.”

“Do not,” Baz scoffs. Penny raises an eyebrow.

“Okay fine maybe a little bit.”

“Case and point.”

“Whatever.” They walk a little while longer, enjoying the many sounds of the park and the smell of spring air. And as they did, Simon tried to douse the crippling anxiety that was forming within him. Today was the day, and he was worried how Baz would react.

Baz wasn’t exactly the easy-to-read type. If he was being honest with himself, he could barely figure out that his “plotting” face was actually his “madly-in-love” face when they were still at Watford, which means that he was either incredibly stupid, or Baz hid his emotions well. Sure, as they started to get used to each other Simon got better and better at reading Baz, but it wasn’t exactly like he was an open book. He didn’t know how much Baz loved him. He could just be going through the motions, or he could love him so much that it felt like a weight was crushing on his chest.

But, as Penny caught his gaze, he knew he had to do this. It was now or never.

Baz was worried. More worried than he’s ever been in his entire life, and that was a lot of worrying. He saw the signs before Simon himself seemed to realize them. The way he was wringing his hands nervously whenever he spoke to Baz, the way he didn’t really quite meet Baz’s eyes. He also seemed to be, in a way, distancing himself a little, as if he found Baz…. repulsive.

Sure he shouldn’t think about these things too much but….

Simon Snow hated Baz for a total of seven years with every inch of his being. They were constantly growling at each other, seeing who could pack the hardest punch. They were constantly picking at each other, which made it seem almost impossible for Baz to have a shot with him. Let’s be honest here, when a guy calls you a “bastard” twenty-four seven and considers you as his “enemy,” there’s a good chance he hates you more than you can possibly know.

But… somehow, in the middle of a flaming forest with years of self-hatred pouring off of him in waves, Simon Snow kissed him, sparking a new fire in his heart. None of it made sense. Nothing added up… which sometimes made Baz wonder if this was all part of some plan that Simon had. Sure, it was a cruelness that he never thought Simon would sink to, but maybe he finally figured out how much he hated Baz.

And when Simon stopped him in the middle of the park, Baz could practically hear the words echoing in his ears. I’m sorry Baz it’s just…. Not working for me.

Simon nodded at Penny, who took a step back, wandering off to a nearby bench where she sat down, watching not-so-subtly. The fidgeting increased outrageously as Simon stepped in front of Baz, the sound of his tail swishing and his wings flapping audible. His cheeks dotted with constellations of moles coloured a bright pink that spread down his neck and up to his ears. Shakily, he grabbed one of Baz’s hands, looking up into his eyes for the first time all day, his blue eyes clouded with fear.

“B-baz I–um….” He turned back to Penny, who gave him an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.

“T-these last couple years with you have been, well amazing and I–” he squeezes his eyes tight, looking so embarrassed that it made Baz’s heart lurch. He couldn’t watch him sit through that.

“It’s okay Simon. I know.”

“Y-you do?”

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“I-it is?” Simon says, as pale as a ghost.

“I mean–” Baz takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “–I’ve always kind of known that the day would arrive because, well, you’re you and I’m….. me and I totally understand it’s just–” Baz stops himself, trying to keep his breathing under control. Simon looks more confused than usual.

“Look…. It’s fine, Simon. I get that sometimes these things…. Don’t really work out as they should so–”

“Wait… what?” Simon says, still looking confused but a little less agitated.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” And then…. Simon laughs. A snorty kind of laugh that makes tears stream from his face.

“Aleister Crowley, Baz. No, I am not breaking up with you.”

“Then what–” Simon casts one last glance over his shoulder at Penny, then looks back at Baz. He clutches his hands tightly and bends down onto one knee.

“Baz I–I just love you so much, okay? Aleister Crowley I love you so much and I…. I want to know if–” he reaches into his pocket, almost dropping the small black box inside of it. Blushing fiercely, he opens it up, revealing to a startled Baz a small golden band, marked with a pattern that almost seemed to resemble flames.

“Baz…. W-will you marry me?”

ace-keith  asked:

If you're still doing the microfics, can I please ask for hurt Keith and protective Shiro? Congratulations on your follower milestone! :3

“Stay back!” Shiro’s head was reeling, but he forced himself upright and interposed himself between his fallen teammate and the group of creatures moving toward them. His Galra arm was glowing already, and he stood defensively, unwilling to move forward and leave Keith behind but certainly not allowing himself to be pushed back.

The five or six aliens approaching through the trees paused and glanced at each other, beady black eyes narrowing, the spines on their back and heads rippling in what looked like conscious patterns. Shiro wondered distantly if they could communicate with those. Most of him didn’t care. These creatures were enormous and seemed highly dangerous, and he wasn’t going to let them get anywhere near Keith.

After some silent communication, one of the smaller aliens at the front of the group took one step forward, upper limbs cautiously outstretched. As Shiro watched, gaze darting back and forth, it retracted the claws at the end of each digit on its six upper appendages. It looked at Shiro without blinking. “Visitor.” Even its voice was careful, almost soft. “You crash-landed from the sky, yes? Your companion is injured?”

Involuntarily, Shiro glanced behind him at where Keith was sprawled in a pile of bracken, limp and unmoving. He had responded weakly when Shiro had dragged them both out of the destroyed pod ship, but hadn’t said anything for the last twenty minutes or so. Shiro wasn’t sure about the extent of his injuries, but he knew they were serious.

He looked forward and raised his glowing arm again. “Don’t touch him,” he spat.

The spokescreature took a tiny step back and raised its upper limbs even higher in the universal symbol of surrender. “We mean no harm to you, sky-traveler. One of our members is a healer. If you will allow us to have a look, we may be able to help.”

Shiro panted for breath and stared into its face, trying to read the truth on a face with features that had few equivalents to human anatomy. It was a losing battle, and he knew it. He had no idea if he could believe what this alien was saying. But Keith was hurt, possibly dying. Shiro’s only option might be to trust these people, whoever they might be.

A chance, even a slim chance, was better than no chance. Shiro slowly straightened, his Galra arm lowering to his side as it deactivated. “Very well,” he said. “I would appreciate your assistance, if you can offer it. But I will not leave my friend’s side, and I warn you, if I have a reason to attack, I can move very, very quickly.”

The spokescreature moved its head slowly in what might have been something like a nod, then looked back to the group and waved an appendage. Another alien, this one presumably a healer, began to move forward. Shiro kept an eye on it, as well as the others, but let them approach.

He hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.

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BEST FICS OF 2016 REC LIST

Ah, another new year, another new rec list. So, to reiterate, fics could have been started at the very end of 2015, but they had to have been finished in 2016 to count for the rec list. So fics can’t have started in 2016 and finished these past few days - those fics won’t count for this list. 

*** The main fics recced on this list will be Sterek, but I also read a few other fics from other fandoms this year and I wish to share them on this list too. Enjoy!

~*~

Sterek:

*Not a Promise by eeyore9990 (1,574 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

Promises can be broken. Stiles’ love for Derek cannot.

That’s a fact.

But maybe Derek needs to hear it anyway.

*the office by stilinskisparkles (3,197 words | Rated T | One-Shot) 

“Sure, I like him,” Derek scowls right at the camera, “We’re friends.” He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, “Why, did he say something?”

*

“I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years,” Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. “It’s not all bad, I guess?”

*Always Had the Key by Omni (3,304 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

Years after Derek’s left Beacon Hills, he runs into Stiles at a conference for werewolves and their emissaries. While they both have changed a lot, some things still remain the same.

*”Five Days in Detention” (A Future Song by Stiles Stilinski) by alisvolatpropiis (3,408 words | Not Rated | One-Shot)

It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.

And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.

He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.

Stiles Stilinski.

*When Your Teachers Have No Chill by giantteenwolforgy (4,314 words | Rated E | One-Shot)

Derek’s not his boyfriend, but sometimes it feels like he should be. 

*How to Pretend You’re Not a Virgin and Other Sordid Tales by KuriKuri (5,347 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

Stiles likes the anonymity, the security his pseudonym provides. Likes that there are entire forums dedicated to speculating about his identity: his gender, his sexuality, his age.

Of course, there’s one thing they all seem to agree on: he’s some sort of sex god.

Which is really, really awkward, because he’s a twenty-three year old virgin.

(Or: in which Stiles is a bestselling erotica novelist and Lydia makes him attend a convention to promote his upcoming book.)

*Little Talks by Vendelin (5,387 words | Rated M | One-Shot)

“Your favourite is here,” Danny says, smirking. “I tried to steal him away by giving him some extra attention, but he just looked uncomfortable.”

Stiles snorts, though he’s secretly pleased by his regular rejecting Danny. “He always looks a bit uncomfortable. I bet he’s married with a kid and a permanent guilty conscience when he’s here.”

It had been quite the surprise for Stiles to realise that he had a regular. A pretty young, hot regular, on top of that.

In which Stiles is a stripper, and Derek is the always-polite regular at the club where he works.

*The Witching Hour by MellytheHun (8,129 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

The radio host AU no one ever asked for but I have written anyway because sometimes when DJ’s play several sad songs in a row, I worry about their mental health and then this AU was born.

*feel the magic between you and I by stilinskisparkles (11,432 words | Rated M | One-Shot)

“See?” Derek holds his arms out, “Everything’s working out great for you, and I still have no dance partner,” he turns to Erica, “Face it, no one is as good as you.”

“We still have one more,” she sing songs.

Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stiles’ name, “No.”

“You haven’t even seen me dance, and you’re already dismissing me?” Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. “I got moves.”

*Are You Happy by theabominablesnowman (33,180 words | Rated G | One-Shot)

Stiles has been away for work for a little over two weeks, and Derek and their son are getting antsy about it. (Who wouldn’t?)

Or, a few days in the life of the Hale-Stilinski family, and a whole lot of fluff.

The Foxhole Court:

*Lessons in Cartography by crazy_like_a (121,717 words | Rated E | 37/37 Chapters) 

Nora mentioned in her extra content that Neil slowly maps out Andrew’s body and then this fic happened. Starts after The King’s Men.

The Captive Prince:

*Kings Reign by idratherhaveyou (191,070 words | Rated M | 32/32 Chapters) 

Directly following the events of Kings Rising. Damen is on bed rest and Laurent is taking care of him. What follows is their story and the story of two kingdoms becoming one.

Check Please!:

*If We’re Falling in Love by sunfair (20,312 words | Rated E | One-Shot)

Madison, July 2015: over two days, everything changes.

anonymous asked:

I'm really sad about something I don't understand and was hoping you could explain. Why do people block without giving a reason to? I don't why it first seems like it's all going so well then the next you're blocked and you don't know why or what you did or said wrong? It's happened twice now and to say it hurts is an understatement.

Oh, my precious Kabby babies.  Circle up, it’s time for some firm but gentle life advice from Mom. 

First of all, unless I personally am the person who blocked you (which I’m obviously not since we’re having this conversation!), in a very real sense the short answer to this question is that you know I can’t actually answer this question.  You’re asking me to tell you why a person I don’t know did a thing for which I have no context, and for which there could be a thousand reasons. So in a concrete, specific sense, my answer is: I do not know.

However.

(You knew there was going to be a however.)

Social media is a deeply personal avenue for self-expression and it’s also a world where many of us spend a great deal of our time, which means that we have the full and free right to customize it into exactly what we want it to be.  The things that you post are personal reflections of you, which is  why it bums you out when someone mutes or blocks or doesn’t follow back; it feels on some level like a personal rejection.  But the space you curate is also a personal reflection of you.  You have the right to post anything you want and other people have the right to choose not to see it.  Both of those rights are equal, even though you’re only on one side so naturally the other one feels like it’s in some way “wrong.”  

I’m speaking with zero context for what your preexisting relationship with these people was beforehand (like obviously if it was a close friend and they blocked you out of nowhere, you’re going to have to sort that out with them directly, I can’t advise you there), but it’s important to remember that there may be no “right” and wrong” in this scenario.  It’s fully possible for both of these things to peacefully coexist at the same time:

1) your absolute right to feel a little bit rejected and hurt that a stranger on the internet made the choice that they didn’t want your social media sphere to overlap with their social media sphere,

and

2) that other person’s absolute right to say “if something or someone makes me feel even the tiniest bit ‘nope’ I am purging it out of this space so it is exactly what I want and need it to be.” 

They don’t need to have a reason.  That sucks, when you’re on the receiving end of it, which all of us have been - it truly and genuinely sucks - but it’s also reality.  One of the hard truths that incidents like this make us sometimes have to face - and we don’t want to face these things, because they can feel really icky and vulnerable and ping all the little gremlins in our brain  - is this:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

This sounds mean and brutal, and I don’t mean it to be, because you know mom loves you, but it’s incredibly important, so I’m going to say it again to make sure that if nothing else, this gets through:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

The celebs you stan don’t owe you a response to your tweet, just because you want one.  The people you tag in meta don’t owe you reblogging it to continue having that conversation with you forever, just because you want to prove you’re right.  The fans of the fic you write for your most popular ship don’t owe you crossing over to give you hits on your rare-pair fic if they don’t feel like it.  Nobody owes you a certain number of followers, nobody owes you a response to every anon you send them, nobody owes you finishing that fic you like in time for them to read it when they feel like reading it.  We owe each other one thing and one thing only: basic human decency.  That’s it.  Everything else is freely offered to the world, and freely taken by the people who want it.  It’s not a transactional exchange.  If you make art or write fic and you put it out there into the world, you’ve done a cool thing, and whether it gets ten hits or thousands it was still worth doing.  There will be people who aren’t interested, but if you get hung up on feeling rejected by that, it will paralyze you.

Social media is personal. That’s unavoidable.  It’s an extension of ourselves.  When someone is cruel to you or to one of your friends on the internet, even if it’s an anonymous stranger, it feels shitty.  When you express an opinion about something and a ton of people reblog it and the tags are full of “OMG YES THISSSSS”, it feels great.  We all experience that in different ways.  Society has always selected arbitrary measures for young girls and women to live up to in order to feel like they’re popular or they’re approved by the cool kids, and right now it’s things like “how many followers do you have” and “did you get an RT from a celebrity” and “how many likes on your posts”.  So on a primal level, maybe having someone you thought was a friend block you on Twitter or Tumblr hits you in the same deep core place as having the cool kids not come to your birthday party.  That feeling is super real!  It brings up alllllll that deep stuff we try to hide and pretend that we’re above experiencing, but we all have those squishy vulnerable inner selves that just need the cool kids to like us and we feel bad when they don’t.  

I had this exact conversation with my therapist a few weeks ago when she was giving me a hard time because my book has 60 reviews on Amazon, of which like the majority are 5 stars with two negative ones, and I have both the negative ones like memorized.  And she was like “CLAIRE.  WHAT THE HELL.  WHY DO YOU DO THIS?  58 POSITIVE AND YOU CANNOT QUOTE A SINGLE ONE.  TWO SHITTY ONES AND YOU KNOW THEM VERBATIM.  THAT IS NOT HEALTHY BEHAVIOR.”  And I was like “… . okay fine when you put it that way, yes I do sound like a crazy person.”  So like my advice to you – advice which I have just proven I am absolute garbage at taking myself, so like I may have just eroded my own credibility in my efforts to help – is to remember that you probably have a lot more than two followers so honestly this is probably not a bad collective ratio, and there may be lots of people who are very interested in what you have to say but you’ve focused a lot of your energy on these two people and it’s worth giving some thought as to why that is.

My question for you is this: what is the net negative impact of having these two people block you on social media? Like in an actual, concrete way, separate from those sort of core gut “I feel unloved in this moment” feelings, what is the effect on your life?  You might be surprised.  It might be zero.  In which case, let yourself feel those feelings, experience them as valid, and then breathe through them and move on and keep on doin’ you. 

I’m pushing back on you a little bit here very gently because it feels, reading this anon, like you’ve made a determination of hurtful intent on the part of the person who blocked you, or at the very least a certainty that this choice that made was about you and not about them.  That the fact that things seemed to be going fine and then they blocked you means you were somehow intentionally misled or mistreated.  Be really, really, really careful about deciding the cool girl didn’t come to your birthday party because she’s a bitch who wanted to make you feel terrible and is sitting somewhere cackling at the thought of your sad lil’ face waiting by the front door; maybe she didn’t come to your birthday party because she has depression and it’s hard for her to leave the house sometimes and she knew your party would be loud and wild and crazy and too much for her brain to handle right now. Be careful about presuming negative intent with no proof it exists.  The internet makes this so easy, the internet conditions us for this, and it conditions us to respond in kind. The worst thing you could do here is to, like, make a callout post or subtweet in the hopes that it will get back to them and they’ll feel bad, or to sic your other followers onto them, because that turns this into a situation that really does have a right and wrong; and since you don’t know if they were trying to make you feel shitty, or just went on a big block/mute purge to whittle their list down for mental health reasons that are totally their own, once things escalate you can’t put the horse back in the barn. It’s too late.  Now it’s A Thing, when maybe it never really needed to be A Thing.  And in almost all situations for almost all people in almost all ways, Kabby Mom’s advice is going to be, “please think carefully before you make this A Thing.”

This got long, I’ve been having a lot of thoughts lately about the conversations I’m always having with fandom folks the way we let social media permeate and shape our sense of self, in good ways and bad, so I apologize for my verbosity but also not really because that’s how things roll over in Kabby Mom’s Advice Corner.  But I will sum up in bullet points for those of you who have been skimming, to bring you up to speed:

  1. Everyone has the right to curate their own social media space however they see fit, and they don’t have to explain their reasons.
  2. They aren’t obligated to include you in that space even if you want them to.
  3. None of that is an objective measure of your worth as a person or a sign that you should stop being you on the internet.
  4. Your feelings of rejection come from a real place and you get to feel them, as long as
  5. You are striving to move through them without permitting them to paralyze you, and finally
  6. You never use someone else’s choice to curate their social media sphere as a justification for treating them like crap.

Focus on your positive interactions instead of negative ones – your friends, creating stuff and putting it out into the universe – whether it be art, fic, opinions, a podcast, gifsets, crackposts, whatever – and your social media world will be a better place.

In the immortal words of the great Michael J. Fox, “What other people think of me is none of my business.”

anonymous asked:

Hope you're having a great day and you're smiling wherever you are because your writing makes me smile! I read everything off your master list in one sitting and probably squealed way too many times. I appreciate you so much! Do you have any recs for other angsty or fluffy works? -cuddly anon ❤

Oh my goodness, this is such a lovely thing to write, thank you so much! I’m gonna reread your kind words whenever I feel down, because they made me smile so much!  ❤️❤️

Now… as for fic recs… get ready!! I’m about to recommend some of my favorite writers on here, and unleash my love for them in the process, just a warning:

Originally posted by cutebts

@an-exotic-writer - Honestly, everything written by Missy is phenomenal, but I’ve picked my favourites for you to scroll through to your hearts content. Missy is one of my greatest inspirations on here, everything she writes is just so… real. I’m in love with the feeling her writing gives me!

50 kisses (ot7 drabbles // fluff)

100 ways to say I love you (ot7 drabbles // fluff)

A paragraph, a moment (Yoongi scenario // angst)

@bagelswrites - Okay, okay, okay! The writing style here is just FANTASTIC! It melts me down with the smooth use of words, so that I’m a happy pile of English Lit student pooling on the floor! It’s gooooooood.

Love at First Touch (Jimin series // fluff and angst)

Bangtan_Banana_Muffin - Such a sweetie! And such a good writer too! I’m in love with this writing, and I don’t even normally read member x member stuff!

♡ Inked (ot7 with shipping between members // fluff and angst)

@bangtan-spells - Their fluff scenarios are so cute, I just wanna cry (I mean that in a good way!) Plus the girls that run the blog are actually the sweetest people on the planet!

Your Warmth (Jungkook scenario // fluff)

Of First Times (Hoseok scenario // fluff)

@dreamscript - Yes! Just… yes, please, and thank you! All the writing is so good, it completely sweeps me up into it’s world. I almost missed my stop on the bus I was so caught up reading this stuff once, haha…

Stories (Namjoon scenario // fluff?)

Black Magic (Jungkook scenario // action and fluff)

@exoticarmy127 - I’m sure Kaye needs no introduction in this fandom. Everything she writes is so polished, so pretty, so incredibly incredible and you should go read her stuff if you haven’t already.

Spring Day (ot7 oneshots)

Cold (Hoseok scenario // angst)

Bear Hugs and Kisses (Yoongi scenario // fluff)

@happy-meo - I have so many happy memories reading through the ‘First Meetings’ Series over summer. I honestly wish I could re-experience finding this series for the first time! It was so sweet and so fluffy! I’ve linked the Hoseok story, but please check the rest of them out!

Sun and Moon (Hoseok // fluff)

@kimtrain - Amazing, just amazing. Every piece I read, I think: wow, this could be published! This SHOULD be published!

In Want of Stability (Taehyung drabble // royalty!au, angst)

Shifter!au (ot7)

@slaypjm - Okay, so I’ve already rambled on about how much I love, Tee, BUT I’M GOING TO DO IT AGAIN! She was one of the first writers I discovered on tumblr, and she was the one who made me think, ‘This is something I want to do!’ So, if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be posting BTS fics!

Mr Popular (ot7 series // fluff & angst)

Cuffs (Jungkook scenario // fluff)

@taechubs - I haven’t got to finish Paper Hearts yet, because university is a thing… but what I have read was so good, I just gotta link it! I can’t wait to get the rest of it finished!

Paper Hearts (Jungkook series w/ Jimin as well // fluff and angst) 

@workofteaguk -  Perfection! Seriously, I am such a sucker for this style of writing. I cry tears of pure joy!

See You Soon (Yoongi scenario // angst and fluff)

anonymous asked:

Could you please do a fic where bughead never got together and remained friends but everyone ships them? Like Betty confrontation or plan to get them together would be good. Thank you so much I love your writing! You're amazing!

Thank you so much pumpkin! I love this prompt. I think Veronica would be captain of the Bughead ship, so that’s how I wrote it!!


“Jughead, this article is incredible,” Betty said with a smile after she finished reading it.

“Thanks, Bets.” Jughead returned her smile from where he was sitting across the room. “Well, I’ve got to head to class. We have a test and I wanna look over my notes before it.” Jughead stood up and slung his back over his shoulder.

“Okay, but you are going to meet me after school for that interview right?” Betty reminded him

“Yeah of course” Jughead called over his shoulder as he headed out the door.

“Oh my god” Veronica said when the door swung shut behind him. “I swear it’s like I’m not even here when the two of you are together.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Betty said with a shrug and went to sit next to her friend.

“Don’t give me that B, you two are so into each other it’s almost nauseating to watch.”

“Me and Juggie? Don’t be ridiculous, we’re just really good friends.” Betty shook her head in amusement. Veronica saw possible love connections everywhere she went.

“I’ve seen good friends, and it doesn’t look like that.”

“V, don’t be silly. There is nothing going on between Jughead and me.”

“Not yet,” Veronica said with a wiggle of her eyebrows

“No, don’t even think about it,” Betty said firmly

“About what?” Veronica said, feigning innocence

“No matchmaking. I know how you get. Promise me you’ll leave this alone” Betty could imagine few things more embarrassing than Veronica trying to set her up with Jughead.

“You’re no fun” Veronica pouted.

“Promise”

“Fine, I won’t help you get together with the one person who would be perfect for you, ” Veronica said in a huff. She stood up and tossed her hair over her shoulder before dramatically exiting the classroom. Betty sighed when she had left. A small part of her wanted Veronica to break her promise and set her up with Jughead, she had slowly but surely been developing an intense crush on the boy as the year went on. But the bigger part of her wanted Veronica to stay true to her word because she knew there was no way that Jughead felt the same about her and she didn’t want to be humiliated and let down.

*****

“Have you noticed anything different between Betty and Jughead?” Veronica asked Archie at lunch.

“No” Archie responded, half concentrating on the conversation and half concentrating on the song he was writing in his head.

“Really? Archie think!” Veronica pressed. Archie sighed and gave her his full attention. He thought about his two friends and how they had been acting recently.

“They have been spending more time together I guess, and they have definitely grown closer. I used to be the one who Betty would come to for help, now it seems like she is going to Jughead more and more.”

“Are you jealous?” Veronica half teased. 

“No, I think it’s a good thing, it means that she is truly over me.” Archie was glad that they were back to being just friends, but a small part of him did miss being the one person Betty would trust with her problems. Now he felt like he barely knew what was going on in her life. “Wait…do you think they are dating?” Archie said as the thought suddenly occurred to him.

“No, I know they aren’t. But I think they like each other, even though Betty denies all feelings for Jughead.”

“They are really good friends, Ronnie” Archie reminded her.

“Ye, I know that. Just do me a favor and pay extra attention next time you see them together and then tell me that they aren’t completely smitten.”

“Okay,” Archie had barely gotten the word out when Betty and Jughead strolled over. Looks like he was going to get his chance then and there.

“Hey guys” Betty greeted them as the two sat across from Archie and Veronica. Now that Archie was paying attention he noticed how close they sat. They had the entire bench to themselves, but they sat with their shoulders brushing. Veronica shot him a knowing look.

“So, Jughead, how was your English test?” Veronica asked

“Ugh, it’s like I didn’t even read the book.” Jughead said with a groan. Archie watched how he smiled down at Betty when he said it and how she laughed and looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

The rest of lunch continued similarly, Archie noticing more and more how Jughead and Betty seemed totally absorbed with each other. The two lovebirds left lunch early to go to the Blue and Gold offices to discuss something. As soon as they left, Archie turned to Veronica.

“How did I not see that before?”

“Because you spend a lot of time in that head of yours, worrying over various problems.” Veronica said, tapping his temple with her hand.

“They really do like each other, don’t they?” Archie was still marveling over this newfound information

“Yes, and I think in an odd way, they are perfect for each other.” Veronica said, proud that she had been right.

“I think so too,” The more Archie thought about it, the more sense it made. Jughead had been more connected and involved recently. He had been actually doing things with the group, not just with Archie. Jughead had also seemed happier and less moody lately. Archie realized that all was because of Betty. And Betty seemed more at ease when she was with Jughead. She was always trying so hard at everything, but with Jughead it looked like she could just relax and be herself.

“Okay, so what are we going to do about it? Veronica asked, bringing him out of his thoughts

“About what?”

“About the fact that they are obviously in love with each other and don’t seem capable of getting together themselves.”

“Are you talking about Betty and Jughead?” Kevin asked as he suddenly appeared at the table. Veronica clapped her hands in excitement.

“You’ve noticed it too?”

“Of course, it’s impossible to miss.” Veronica threw a glance in Archie’s direction at Kevin’s words, but he pretended not to notice. “You should’ve seen how Jughead reacted when he found out she was going out with Trev. That boy could barely contain his jealousy. I thought that would spur him into action, but here we are weeks later and nada.” Kevin said with a huff.

“But what are we supposed to do? I don’t think either is going to appreciate us meddling in their love lives.” Archie protested.

“We wouldn’t have to meddle if they would just talk to each other about how they are feeling. But I think they are both too afraid of being rejected.” Veronica said.

“So how do we do it?” Asked Kevin.

“We put the idea into their head that the other one has a crush. I’ve already started with Betty. Maybe if Betty thinks Jughead likes her and Jughead thinks Betty likes him, one of them is more likely to make a move. So just mention it every time you get a chance.” Veronica suggested.

“That might work…” Archie was dubious, but since this was a fairly mild plan he was willing to give it a shot.

“If it doesn’t, I’ll just come up with something else”

“I don’t doubt it,” Archie said, smiling at her self-assuredness.

*****

When someone slid into the booth across from him, Jughead looked up expecting it to be Betty. Instead, he found his red-headed friend grinning at him.

“Waiting for someone?” Archie asked

“Yeah, Betty. Her mom made her come home right after school to do her homework, but she promised to try to get out after she finished.” Jughead knew there was a chance that she might not be able to make it out, but that didn’t stop him from hoping every person who walked through the door was his blonde friend.

“You have been spending a lot of time with Betty recently.” Archie noted. Jughead turned his full attention on his friend, immediately suspicious with that line of conversation. He lived in constant fear that Archie would realize what a huge mistake he made and tell Betty he loved her and she would accept it with open arms.

“Yeah…we’ve been doing a lot of Blue and Gold stuff,” Jughead said, trying to keep the concern out of his voice.

“I know, and you’ve seemed to have grown a lot closer.”

“Look, man, if you want to ask Betty out, just go for it. She and I are just friends.” Jughead said, unable to continue dancing around the subject.

“What, no…that’s not what I…” Archie stumbled over his words. “I will always see Betty as a best friend and nothing more. But even if I wanted her, I doubt she’d say yes. I think she’s interested in someone else now.”

“Who?” Jughead asked, suddenly and irrationally jealous of this unnamed stranger.

“You, dummy” Archie said with a smile.

“What?” Jughead’s head was spinning slightly at the constant shift in the conversation

“Look, I know I have been oblivious in the past, but it’s kind of hard to miss how much you two like each other.”

“What…I don’t…” Jughead did not like where this conversation was going. How had Archie guessed his feelings? Was he that obvious?

“You never used to sit with us at lunch or hang out with us in the break room. But since getting closer with Betty you are suddenly Mr. sociable.”

“It’s just because we are working our investigation.” Jughead’s protest sounded weak even to his ears.

“Dude, I see the way you act around her. I’ve never seen you act like that with anyone else. You are so happy and connected and almost gentle when you are with her. Don’t deny that you like her.”

“Fine! Maybe I do!” Jughead said a bit louder than he intended to. He lowered his voice and continued. “But things are really good between us right now, and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship.”

“Because you think she doesn’t feel the same? I’m pretty sure she does Jug. She looks at you the same way you look at her.” Archie said.

“I can’t take that risk. Can you honestly tell me that everything is the same between you and Betty.”

“No, I mean it’s definitely different now, but we are getting there. And it’s not the same situation.” Archie protested.

“I’m not risking it” Jughead repeated firmly “Now can we please talk about something else.”

“Okay” Archie looked pained, but he agreed with a nod. “How about you tell me what you’re working on.”

*****

“And where are we heading off to so quickly?” Kevin caught up with Betty after school. “It wouldn’t be to see a certain beanie wearing boy now would it?”

“Oh god, not you too” Betty groaned and looked over at her friend who was currently giving her an impish grin. “Did Veronica put you up to this?”

“I’ve been put up to nothing. I’ve simply noticed how your face lights up when he walks into a room and how happy you seem since you’ve been spending more time with him.”

“Okay, maybe I like him. But it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t feel the same and I am not putting myself out there again after what happened with Archie. So you can just tell Veronica to give up on this whole cupid thing.” Betty said and walked away before Kevin had a chance to respond.

*****

“Idiots, both of them” Veronica threw up her hands in frustration after Archie and Kevin had told their stories. “They both like each other, but they are both too afraid of rejection to tell the other.”

“So how do we get them to confess?” Archie asked. Veronica paced back and forth for a few minutes, trying to come up with a plan.

“What if we locked both of them in a room together and didn’t let them out until they talked?”

“I don’t know…they are both pretty stubborn” Kevin pointed out

“True, but even the most stubborn people have to break down eventually. What do you think Arch?”

“It might work, I mean their main problem is that they aren’t talking to each other about how they feel right? If they start talking they would realize that the feel the same way.”

“Exactly, and honestly, I can’t think of anything else.” Veronica said

“How do we lock them in a room together? Other than a jail cell, most doors lock on the inside. I could probably get dad to lend us a cell”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Archie said “When I was really little I used to sleepwalk. To keep me from hurting myself, my parents turned the doorknob around so the lock was on the outside.”

“Is it still like that?” Veronica asked

“No I grew out of my sleepwalking and they turned it back around, but I’m pretty sure I could figure out how to switch it back.”

“Okay, so we get them in your room, tell them to talk to each other, and only let them out when they have confessed their feelings,” Veronica said in excitement.

“You do realize they are both going to be furious with us.” Kevin said

“It’ll be worth it if we get these two beautiful idiots together.” Veronica said firmly.

“I don’t know Ronnie, don’t you think it’s going a little too far?” Archie said.

“We are just making them talk to each other.” Veronica said, her voice raising in annoyance, “It’s not like we are shoving their heads together and saying ‘kiss’, although that is a good plan B.”

“Ronnie!”

“Kidding” Veronica said, but that was only half true. “Look, if you two don’t want to be involved, you don’t have to be. I will tell them I planned this all myself. But I have never seen Betty happier than when she is with Jughead. So if I have to get her made to make her happy, I will gladly do it. And I am doing it. With or without you guys.”

“I’m in,” Kevin said immediately

“Me too, although I might live to regret it,” Archie said with a sigh.

“I’ll take what I can get,” Veronica said with a smile. “Now let’s get to work.

*****

Betty let herself into Archie’s house just as his text had said. She hurried up the stairs, worried about how urgent his text had seemed.

“Hey Archie, what’s-” The words died on her lips as she stepped into his bedroom and saw only Jughead, sitting on the bed and strumming Archie’s guitar. Jughead looked up in surprise when Betty entered.

“Betty, what are you doing here?”

“I got a text from Archie, telling me to meet him here ASAP.”

“I got the same text.” Jughead put aside the guitar “I guess he needs to talk to both of us.”

“No, no, no…” Betty whirled around as a thought occurred to her. She turned just in time to see Veronica with Kevin and Archie, slam the door closed. Betty went over to the door and found that it was locked from the outside. “Veronica, you promised!” She yelled through the door.

“Some promises are worth breaking. We will open this door after you two talk.” Veronica shouted back.

“Veronica!” Betty yelled again, but she already knew it was a lost cause. She turned around to find Jughead standing behind her, looking at her with a curious expression.

“What is going on?” He asked.

“Veronica is just being Veronica” Betty wasn’t sure how to explain the situation without telling him everything.

“What did she promise you?” Jughead pushed. Betty sighed and went over to sit on the bed. She couldn’t believe her friends had forced her into this situation. “Betty? What’s wrong?” Jughead was still standing, looking at her with concern.

“This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.” Betty was still avoiding answering his questions. Jughead came and sat next to her on the bed.

“You don’t have to tell me, but just know that whatever it is you can tell me. Plus they aren’t going to let us out until we talk.” Jughead said, giving her an encouraging smile. Betty gave in with a sigh,

“It’s just so silly. Veronica got into her head that we both like each other and she had made it her personal mission to be our very own private matchmaker. So she won’t let us out until we confess our feelings for each other. It’s silly isn’t it?” Betty said with a slightly bitter laugh, hoping the tremble in her voice didn’t reveal her true feelings.

“I don’t know.” Jughead spoke softly.

“What?” Betty asked, not sure if he was saying what she thought he was.

“I don’t think it is silly.” Jughead took a deep breath like he was preparing to jump into water. “At least from my side it isn’t. I’ve liked you for a while now, I’ve just been too scared to tell you. And I know you might not feel the same, but I think I will regret it if I never tell you, and since we aren’t going to be let out of this room if I don’t, I figure why not…” Betty silenced his babbling by cupping his face in her hands. She shook her head in amazement, barely able to believe what she was hearing.

“I do Juggie, I do feel the same” She breathed. It felt so good to say the words out loud. Jughead sighed in relief and then lowered his lips to hers. His hands also cupped her face, bringing her closer to him. It was a soft, short kiss, but it was enough to convey their feelings for one another. Betty laughed when they broke away.

“I hope you’re not laughing at my kissing ability, ” Jughead said with a mock frown.

“No, no, that kiss was amazing. I’m laughing because a few minutes ago I wanted to curse Veronica out and now I want to hug her.”

“Yeah, I think I owe her a thank you, and Archie and Kevin as well. Without the, I don’t know when I would’ve worked up the nerve to tell you.” Jughead said with a smile. He leaned down to kiss her again, but right then to door unlocked.  Veronica swung open the door with a smug smile.

“No need to thank us, we were just tired of you guys making heart eyes at each other all of the time.” Betty laughed and went over and hugged her friend.

“I want to be mad at you, but I just can’t. And you two…” Betty said as she broke away, eyeing Archie and Kevin. “I can’t believe you went along with her crazy plan.”

“We had our moments of doubts, but we really did want to see you guys together.” Kevin said. Betty hugged the two of them and then moved to stand next to Jughead. He took her hand and laced their fingers together.

“Well, you got your wish. Now Betty and I are going to go someplace where our every word isn’t being listened to behind a closed door.” Jughead said, pulling Betty with him as he left. The two laughed as their friends oohed and made kissing noises behind them.

“They are ten years old, I swear,” Betty said, looking up at Jughead as they walked. He led her down the stairs and out the door.

“Ten-year-olds that sure know what they are doing” Jughead responded. They walked for a long time, no destination in mind. All they wanted was to talk and be in each other’s company. They would be forever grateful that their crazy friends had forced them to admit their feelings for each other.

anonymous asked:

since you're taking prompts, totally platonic spooning for bellarke?

this spiraled into a 4k fic of FEELINGS ok? and i’m not even the least bit sorry.

ao3

Bellamy starts sleeping with Clarke out of necessity, okay? It’s something that they both need, something that helps them get through the bad nights and serve as a reminder that there are still good things left out there in the world. There’s nothing like human comfort to drive the darkness out, and that’s something that they both accept.

(And if he likes the feel of her pressed against him in the tiny beds, the way her hair almost always finds itself in his mouth on mornings, her kitten snores, and everything else in between, well, that’s his own damn problem.)

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The first time it happens is because Clarke fucking fainted in the middle of Arcadia, effectively taking at least ten years off his life and sending his heart into a sprint.

“I didn’t faint,” she grumbles, trying to shove her mother away as she comes near with the IV, “I just-”

“Fainted,” he says flatly. “Other words included pass out, lose consciousness, and blackout. There’s a vast majority of them, all of which say the same thing: you fucking fainted.”

She glares at him, and he replies with a glower of his own.

“Mom,” she says, turning her attention to Abby who is still trying valiantly to insert the port in her arm, “Tell Bellamy that I’m fine, please.”

“You’re not fine,” she says promptly, to which Clarke mumbles, “Traitor,” under her breath while Bellamy throws another glare at her and says, “I told you so.”

“You’re not fine, and you’re either going to sit here and take the saline for half an hour, or I keep you for observation for the rest of the day,” says Abby, pulling away to stare at her sternly, “Your pick.”

“I think she should do both, for the record,” interjects Bellamy, and Clarke aims a kick at his ankles.

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anonymous asked:

if you're still taking prompts, how about nurseydex and breaking up then making up? like any of the prompts on this list: nadiahilker (.) tumblr com /post/146473062490/post-break-up-au you're the queen of well-done angst so i feel like this is right up your alley :)) thank you <3 <3

Haha, Queen of Angst. God, that’s apt. I may be the Queen of Angst but Dear Lord do break up fics makes me sad! I never read break up fics and I think I’ve only written two break up fics in my life, one of which was horrible (seriously, so bad, I hate it now) and the other was stucky and I made it better in a second, so this was daunting when I saw it in my inbox!

The list you gave me was very helpful, and I picked “i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it)” for my prompt so, uh, let’s see how it goes.

Thank you for the prompt! :)

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           It’s one of the rare nights that Nursey’s roommate is gone and his dorm is too quiet without the shuffling and breathing of another person. He hasn’t had to sleep alone in a while now, a short while but a while nonetheless, and the aching hollow in his chest is just reinforced as he realizes it. The bed is too small for two hockey players anyway; it wasn’t comfortable to sleep on it together. But it was nice, curling up together for space and warmth and for the simple pleasure they found in curling up together. It was nice, and now it’s gone.

           The door to Nursey’s dorm opens and Nursey doesn’t look up, assuming that his roommate is back, but then the blanket behind him is lifted up and someone is joining him in the bed. Someone’s arm curls around his waist and someone’s sleepy warm breaths fan over the back of Nursey’s neck as someone’s mouth and nose nestle into the skin there. Someone settles down easily, comfortably, and Nursey’s heart clenches as how simple it is to just fall back into this.

           Their sophomore year found Dex and Nursey in dorms across the hall from one another. It was coincidental and strange, but neither of them had minded it. Mostly because they had both been pining madly over one another since the playoffs the year prior. Dex was lucky enough to get a single, while Nursey had a roommate who was sometimes gone and sometimes there having sex with his girlfriend very loudly. This led to many nights where Nursey stayed with Dex as he waited for his room to be accessible. One could claim that their close dorms was one of the reasons they actually got together. Late nights spent studying and watching Netflix and falling asleep in the same bed led, predictably, to accidental kisses and soppy confessions and, finally, a relationship.

           A relationship that lasted two months. A relationship which is over now.

           So why is Dex in bed with him?

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Jean was cute in today’s episode, though admittedly he always is

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anonymous asked:

Hi ! I was wondering if you're reading or if you did subscribed to some WIP lately ? Care to share ? Have a nice day !

Sure !

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- Mutability , by @haloeverlasting : Harry and Louis meet in a book club. Life and fiction have their parallels. (54k so far, 10/? chapters )

- Paint Me In A Million Dreams , by @greenfeelings: Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity? In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food. (60k so far, 7/? chapters )

- Pour Your Heart Out , by @hrrytomlinson​ : Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to. (52k so far, 5/10 chapters)

- the wonderlands , by @alienproof : “Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.” Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair. (127k so far, 8/10 chapters)

- Your Mess Is Mine , by amory : Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.They fall in love. (146k, 16/? chapters)

Have a nice day :)

javistg  asked:

Tag you're it! Please read a chapter, drabble, one shot, or whatever and leave a review for the writer with your thoughts! We could all use a little positivity as we head back into another week :) Tag five others when you're done! Thank you 😙

I love this idea so much and smile every time I get one of these in my inbox. I’ve left this neglected for so long because I wanted to actually have it done and post links to the stories because we could all use more love and more Everlark in our lives. Ugh, so sorry. Okay, so here are the most recent fics that I’ve read and highly recommend you read them too if you haven’t already:

Silver Thaw by @eala-musings: I am a total sucker for a well written Everlark in the Dark Days fic. If you are, too…READ THIS NOW. Silver Thaw is a delight to read, emotional and poignant. The world building is drool worthy, and she somehow managed to give them a believable happy ending.

Wanted by @peetaspikelets: This was a re-read as I first read it for @mores2sl this past October, but it is so worth multiple readings. The relationship development accomplished in a relatively small word count is astounding. And the smut…have your fire extinguisher ready. You’re going to need it.

Karma by @pookieh: Another re-read, but again, totally worth the time. This one started as a drabble here on tumblr and is finally posted to AO3 and FF for ease of access. Love, love, LOVE the flirting and the banter between them. Characters are on point, and again…smoking hot smut. Right now, it’s three chapters, but there are rumors of a fourth, and you will not hear a breath of complaint out of me if pookie delivers that fourth chapter.

Quicksilver by @finnicko-loves-anniec: This one is a WIP and my latest find, but I dove in anyways because historical/Regency era trashy romance novels have long been my guilty pleasure. No seriously, I used to read them like they were literary crack. Sadly, at this point, I’ve read so many that it’s difficult to find one that feels unique or special. Apparently, the trick is to add Everlark because I am already in love with this story. Katniss has this fabulous inner monologue that’s already led into great banter with Peeta. Let the sparks fly off the screen!!!

The Firebird and The Vertiginous Thrill of Exactitude by @wanderleave: Give me five million ballet fics and I’ll be a happy camper. These are here together because I read The Firebird last year??? but anyways, Vertiginous Thrill is it’s sequel, and although it is not completed yet, it’s off to a great start. There is so much emotion packed into the descriptions of them dancing together it is basically like watching the dance unfold on the page. She literally had me in tears at several points in the first installment. Also…the DRAMA!

Unconditional by @titaniasfics: A touch of supernatural, a splash of soulmates, lots of love, gorgeous prose, and Everlark on borrowed time. My kind of fic, but not for the faint of heart.

If you’ve not done so already, go check out the wonderful pieces being put up through the @everlarkficexchange, which also has an AO3 collection HERE, and also over at @loveinpanem. Bless the ladies running these sites for keeping up stocked with fresh content and inspiration.


Other than getting caught up on the stories posted for the two challenge sites mentioned above, here’s what’s next up on my reading list:

The Firebird by @thegirlfromoverthepond

Hello by @peetabreadgirl

Capitol Life by @javistg

Portrait of a Victor by @sponsormusings: A reread, but I was really bad about leaving comments the first time around. Boo.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I know that you aren't taking prompts right now, and I want to respect that, so feel free to leave this unanswered. But since trump has been rolling back the bathroom protection for trans people in school could you maybe write a fic with adrian reacting to that? I've been stressed because I'm on break right now, but I have to go back to school in a week. Thank you for putting so much kindness into our world, you're the kind of person we need in difficult times like this ❤️❤️❤️

Maggie knows exactly who’s banging on her door, and she knows exactly why.

“I’m so sorry, Ade, Kara’s just running a bit late, we were gonna meet you there – “

But the rest of her sentence is cut off by the blur of limbs that surround her suddenly, and tears sting Maggie’s eyes, because Adrian hasn’t hugged her this hard since election night, because she knows he’s crying and she wants to destroy the entire world to take away his pain.

Because he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve it at all.

“Ade,” she hears Alex whisper behind her back, and she hears James, J’onn, and Winn grow quiet deeper in the living room.

“Sorry for assaulting your girlfriend, Alex,” Adrian chokes over Maggie’s shoulder, and the three of them let out a strangled laugh as Adrian pulls back from Maggie’s arms and falls more limply into Alex’s firm embrace.

“You smell like gunpowder,” he croaks after a moment, and she laughs, more genuinely this time, as she pulls back from him and lets him step into the apartment.

“Shooting range. Maggie’s go-to when she’s angry is the heavy bag. Mine’s shooting stuff.”

Adrian’s eyes flood with a fresh layer of tears.

“You were that angry… for my sake?”

Alex stares down at him like she’s never seen him before. “Adrian, I… of course. How could I not be… homicidally angry about all… this?”

He takes his full bottom lip into his mouth and turns to Maggie. “Your girl’s a keeper, Detective Sawyer.”

Maggie grimaces at him. “Yeah, you should’ve seen her after he did the Muslim ban. I’d hate to be those targets.”

Adrian steps past both of them toward where James, Winn, and J’onn are standing, eyes all downcast, like they’re afraid to intrude on the three of their moments together.

He pulls up short right before he hugs James, because James’s shirt makes his heart nearly beat out of his chest.

“Trans Lives Matter?” he croaks, and James pulls him in for that hug.

“If some white kid wore it, it’d be irritating and appropriating, but I figure I can get away with it, huh?” James says softly into Adrian’s hair.

“Yeah, I’m stuck with the less cool shirt,” Winn smiles as Adrian turns his attention to him, tugging out his t-shirt, which reads, simply, This is What a Feminist Looks Like.

“Nah, feminism’s always a good shirt, man,” Adrian fist bumps him approvingly as Maggie leans into Alex’s side and Alex’s kisses the top of her head.

“J’onn,” Adrian greets respectfully, always slightly intimidated by the stoic man, but J’onn puts a soft hand on Adrian’s shoulder.

“I know it doesn’t mean much, but you always have a restroom and a shower in the DEO, young man.”

“It means a lot, sir. Thank you.”

J’onn smiles and looks beyond Adrian to Alex.

“Where is your sister, Ale – “

A rush of papers fluttering everywhere chills the room slightly as a blonde blur speeds through the open window.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m sorry Adrian, I know we’re late, I just had to make sure we had an entire team of reporters on it, not just me – “

Adrian doesn’t hear the rest of her explanation, because he’s hugging her so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of even her.

“Ready for this, kid?” Maggie asks with her eyes tense on on her watch.

Adrian pulls back from Kara and nods grimly, unzipping his running jacket to reveal a homemade black t-shirt that reads, I Am Not a Threat in big white letters, with smaller print blocked under it, reading, I mean, I am – I threaten your cissexist white supremacy proudly – but I am targeted in your bathrooms, not the other way around.

It’s not a long walk to National City’s queer Center, and Adrian’s eyes are steady as they all walk together, Alex and Maggie with their fingers interlaced, Kara constantly whooshing here and there as Supergirl, as Kara Danvers, as Supergirl, as Kara Danvers, James snapping photographs, Winn and J’onn keeping a careful eye out for trouble.

Because the crowd is big, the protest is impressive, and Adrian is vulnerable.

Vulnerable because, no matter what his shirt says, Maggie’s colleagues may well be ordered to act otherwise.

But when Val and Yve and Jordan and Mateo and Sam disentangle themselves from the chanting and the sign-waving to bring Adrian into their arms, Maggie knows he’ll be okay. Because there’s no way his family will permit otherwise.

The crowd goes quiet when Alex helps boost him into the overturned bucket someone had brought out for speakers, and Adrian holds Maggie’s eyes and trembling fists at his side, staring out at a sea of his people surrounded by a sea of people who will now be ordered to keep him out of his own bathrooms, and his voice shakes when he starts speaking, but only for a moment.

“My name is Adrian Rodriguez, and I am a man. I am a man, but that’s not the wildest or most exciting thing about me. The wildest thing, the most exciting thing? You ready for this?”

There are one or two yesses, and he pauses, he grins, he takes strength from the steely pride in Maggie’s eyes.

“Nah, come on, yall ready for this?”

More whoops, now, more cheers, more encouragement, sweeps the whole crowd, and he nods, and he continues.

“The wildest, most exciting thing about me? Sometimes – at least a few times a day, more when I’m keeping hydrated, you know, which I need to do more often – sometimes, I have to pee!”

There’s raucous screaming and raucous laughter tinted with rage.

“The fact of the matter is, that just like the ban that demonizes our Muslim siblings; just like the plans to strip health care from the people who need it most; just like the plans to continue the genocide of Native Peoples for the sake of the same companies that bring you the warmest February day on record – this new order is about nothing but wielding power over those who have least, about spreading hatred and blame onto people who deserve it least. Because when I walk into the men’s room, I am no threat. But I am threatened. And when my sisters – especially my sisters of color – roll and walk into women’s restrooms, girls’ restrooms, they are no threat. But they are threatened, and they are beaten, and worse. And when my nonbinary and gender nonconforming siblings – can I get an amen, Sammy?! – are faced with the agonizing choice of where will be safer, where they are least likely to be assaulted, least likely to have the cops called on them, they are not the threat. Policies like this are the threat. Systems like this are the threat. Hatred like this is the threat. So what do we do?”

“Move up, fight back!” Val supplies, and Adrian grins down at her as he hops down from the bucket into Maggie’s arms, as his chant, her chant, their chant, sweeps across the crowd, into flesh and into bones and into the night.

“Thank you,” he yells to be heard into Maggie’s ear, and she shakes her head with shining, proud eyes at him.

“You, Adrian. You, you, you.”

anonymous asked:

hello!! i don't know if this has been asked before but have you ever thought about making a (short) list of your fave korean fics? i'm studying korean rn and as i was learning english reading fics helped me a great deal tbh..i could go scavenging but i tried and translating takes me a lil lmao so i wanted to start with the Good Stuff so i'm sure my efforts are rewarded (?) if that makes sense. i'm sure you're hella busy tho and i respect that 100%!! thank you for your amazing blog <3<3<3<3

I’m in the process of compiling my favorite Korean fics right now and it’s taking longer than I thought it would because they’re all scattered across different sites (Korea, why…) 

I would hold off on reading the really Good Stuff for now. To start off though, I suggest you visit the Monthly Kookmin and Kookmin Hall. Many of the more popular KM authors are either permanent members there or will feature as guests. (You may even spot some familiar names while browsing through the art sections^^)

I recommend you check out the Alphabet Series by 래생님 (found in the Monthly KM). The series is canon compliant and each one-shot is pretty short and sweet (or sad). Plus the subject matters are all very approachable for foreign fans. A lot of the other fics I feel like you would actually need some basic understanding of our culture/society or you may get really lost with some of the more specific terminology, practices, etc.

Finally, a lot of the more explicit materials are age restricted and you won’t be able to unlock them unless you have some form of Korean I.D.

hummingbird heartbeat - pt23

( missed the beginning? catch up on AO3! )

On July second, Bitty stood on his tiptoes, eyeing the arriving passengers for any sign of Kent. The flight was on time, according to the arrivals board. He hadn’t gotten a text message from Kent yet, but they had to have landed. Fidgeting with his phone, Bitty looked up at the boards again. Maybe he could find Kent by the baggage claim?

He’d managed to convince his parents – mostly his Mama – that it would be fine for him to go pick Kent up by himself. It wasn’t an awful drive from the Atlanta airport back to Madison, and, in all honesty, Bitty wanted Kent all to himself. He wanted to hold hands on the drive back from the airport, to kiss Kent when he saw him. He wanted to make sure Kent wasn’t freaking out too much about meeting his parents. Bitty checked the boards again, looking for baggage claim information.

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the-winged-wolf-bran-stark  asked:

So since you're going through his other works... how does GRRM do endings? Like, what do you expect from ASOIAF's overall ending based on how he ends other works in terms of tone and such? And, well, is he good at them? I know some authors are said to be iffy at endings (I usually see this directed at Stephen King, though I don't know if it's true and ymmv).

GRRM’s endings are like sitting in a blackened room, and someone suddenly strikes a match. It’s such a tiny light, but amidst all that blackness, it’s precious. Which is to say, his endings are dark, my friend

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roonilbloodywazlib  asked:

What do you think of ''I work in this huge book store, and you come everyday to read this really thick book, but never buy it because it's too expensive, hey you can use my discount card/ or let me steal it for you, did I mention you're too damn hot? Percabeth or tratie au?

“Do you want to use my discount card to buy that?”

Percy jumped about a mile, abruptly slamming the book shut and fumbling it between his hands. He managed to catch it, tucking it under one arm and staring at the girl who’d spoken. “What - uh, I mean - sorry?”

She was leaning against the edge of the bookcase, arms folded over her chest and one eyebrow raised. She nodded towards the book. “Do you want to use my discount to buy it?”

His eyes skated over her, taking in the grey slacks and the name badge pinned to her white shirt. He squinted and tried to make out the name. “Ah - thanks, but I - I couldn’t, really.”

Her grey eyes narrowed. “You come in here all the time, and you always grab that book. I can tell that you’re working your way through it. You might as well buy it so you can at least read it in the comfort of your own home.”

His eyes widened. He was really hoping she hadn’t noticed the frequency of his visits, or the way he lurked in the aisle. “No, I mean I…” He rubbed the back of his neck. Well, this was already ridiculously embarrassing, he figured it couldn’t get much worse. “I can’t afford it.”

“So use my discount,” the girl insisted. And then, for good measure, added, “Duh.”

“No, I mean, I still wouldn’t be able to afford it.”

The girl blinked. For a moment she was absolutely still, and then she uncrossed her arms and held them out towards Percy. “Give it here.”

He panicked. She was going to take the book from him and kick him out. Goodbye book, goodbye beautiful but terrifying girl, goodbye dignity, Percy was about to be banned from a bookstore.

Figuring he had no other option, Percy handed the book over. The girl took it and spun on her heel, marching towards the register.

Percy followed with downcast eyes. “Sorry,” he said quietly, “I’ll just -”

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, voice almost a snap, and Percy stopped dead in his tracks.

She’d gone behind the register and was still holding the book in her hands, and Percy’s panic intensified. He hadn’t been doing anything illegal, she couldn’t actually get him in any sort of real trouble, could she?

But then, as he watched, she scanned the book, typed something into the register, and then pulled her purse out from underneath the counter.

“What?” Percy asked, absolutely dumbfounded.

She continued on as if he hadn’t spoken, scanning her employee ID and then her credit card. She put the book in a bag and then held it out. “There you go.”

“What,” Percy repeated, because none of this made any sense.

“For you,” she said, speaking very slowly. “From me. Take it.”

“But I can’t - that book was expensive, I can’t just take it from you!”

“Yes you can! Either you come and grab this book right now or I’m going to hit you over the head with it,” she snapped, and something about her expression told Percy she wasn’t kidding.

He scurried forward and grabbed the bag, and she smiled. 

“Thank you,” he breathed, completely overwhelmed. “But I don’t understand, why would you -”

She shrugged. “Everyone should have the opportunity to read. If you’ve found a book that you like so much you’re willing to come stand in the store and read a little bit of it every day, the least I can do is make sure you get a chance to read it properly.”

The letters on her name tag finally swam into focus. “Thank you, Annabeth.”

She looked up when he said her name, holding his gaze. Her smile softened to something more intimate, and Percy felt a blush warm his cheek. 

She hesitated, and then said, “You’re welcome…”

“Percy,” he supplied.

“Percy,” she repeated. “I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll stop coming into the store, though.”

His shy smile turned into a full grin. “Oh, I’ll still be in every day.”

Annabeth ducked her head, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. When she looked up at Percy through her eyelashes, his heart flipped. “I look forward to it.”

anonymous asked:

Super Sappy Lines Prompt #17 for TsukkiYama if you're still doing this!! <3

I’m still doing them! I’ve got four more still to write as well, so everyone who sent a request in, don’t worry! I’m working on them! Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy <3 <3

Tsukkiyama - “Because I love you!” (based on this prompt list) ((also whoops I just now noticed it had an exclamation mark on the end, so I wrote it in a biiiit of a different tone))


The clock on the desk read two forty-five a.m when Tsukishima walked into his room, his hair in disarray and an agitated frown on his face. He had his arms crossed over his chest, obscuring the print of his old volleyball shirt from hight school. Yamaguchi looked up from the textbook in front of him and blinked his eyes a few times to clear the blur of numbers and equations away.  

“Don’t you have class in the morning? Like, in a few hours?” Yamaguchi asked when Tsukishima made no move to come farther in the room. “Why are you still awake?”

“Your light is bothering me,” he answered. Behind him and across the hall Yamaguchi could see the open door and into Tsukishima’s room. The lights were off, and his bed sheets were pulled to the side, as if he had thrown them off in a moment of frustration.        

“And you need to go to bed,” Tsukishima added.

Yamaguchi sighed and glanced at the book on the desk, the words and figures swimming in his vision. If he concentrated he could still make everything out well enough. He probably should have started earlier, but the middle of the night always snuck up on him before he even thought of starting his classwork.

“In a bit, I’ve still got to finish this reading.”

In the doorway Tsukshima clicked his tongue.

“Finish it in the morning. You’re exhausted. Come to bed.”

Again Yamaguchi looked past Tsukishima and into the other room. The shadows were inviting, and the pillows pushed up against the head board he knew to be full of soft down. In contrast his own bed was almost as messy as Tsukishima’s hair; the covers were tangled and half off the mattress, a stack of magazines was scattered on one side, and a bag of half eaten chips was nested by the pillows. If he didn’t want to wake up with chip dust in his hair it would be another fifteen minutes just to make space for himself on the bed.

Just thinking of sleeping made Yamaguchi realize how tired he really was. He shut the textbook and stood, stretching his arms up and yawning.

“To your bed?” he asked Tsukishima, hopeful.

“If that’s what’ll get you to sleep, yeah.”

Across the hall in Tsukishima’s room Yamaguchi crawled into the left side of the bed - the side he reserved for himself every time he slept in it. When Tsukishima took off his glasses and slid in next to him, Yamaguchi wiggled closer. Tsukishima’s arms were already wrapping around him, his body moving until they fit snugly together.

With the lights off, Yamaguchi could only just make out Tsukishima’s features. His eyes were already closed, the lines of stress on his face smoothed over. He must be exhausted this late at night. Yamaguchi felt a pang of guilt that he played a hand in keeping Tsukishima awake so long. But from this spot on the bed…

“The light wasn’t really bothering you, was it?” he asked.

“Not really.”

Yamaguchi pressed his face into Tsukishima’s chest, though in the dark there was no danger of Tsukishima nothing the blush that was creeping over his cheeks.

“Why do you always look out for me so much?” he asked, and a thousand situations played in his memories of Tsukishima checking in on him or fussing over him in his own subtle way. He was always there to make sure Yamaguchi got enough sleep and remembered to eat dinner, or to remind him that he was cared for and important when he was feeling anything but.

“Because I love you,” Tsukishima mumbled, kissing the top of Yamaguchi’s head. “Now go to sleep for god sake.”

anonymous asked:

prompt: yuuri, yuri, and Viktor are shopping or something; someone flirts w/ yuuri, Viktor is jealous, yuri is rolling his eyes because "Viktor you're jealous and it's pathetic okay"

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length: 1.8k; rating: all ages

@anon how dare u leave me a prompt involving jealous!Victor when I am supposed to be studying (jk tyvm)

Read more of my fics here or leave me a prompt here!

“People actually buy these things?” Yurio sneers as he shifts through the small pile of pins by the checkout. “What are you even supposed to do with pins?”

“Pin things,” Victor answers simply.

He rolls his eyes. “Duh, but pin them to what? Like, clothes? I wouldn’t put anyof these on my clothes.”

Yuuri shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “I own pins.”

“Of course you do,” Yurio scoffs. He squints at the line in front of them. “How long is this gonna take? And why are there so many people here?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I know this message can be super weird or intrusive so I apologize for that in advance(if u don't answer, I'll be okay) here's the deal: having sex with a dude makes me super nervous. And I know it's supposed to be enjoyable and 'virginity is a social construct' and all of that but its more about the pain? Like a few fics I've read talk about (I'm so sorry you're reading this) three fingers?? and I can barely do two, which is pretty uncomfortable and thats when I'm, y'know, really ready(1/2)

(2/2) but there’s a really cute guy who I’m getting pretty close to and I would, theoretically, LOVE to have sex with him. But I can’t imagine it being really enjoyable for me, at least for the first time. Because as i, unfortunately, mentioned earlier-I can’t do two fingers, even when I’m like really ready. And it kind of sounds like I’m a fuckin 13 yr old or something-I’m not, I’m 20, I’m ready for sex, I’m just nervous HOW DO 3 FINGERS FIT is it just doing to be awkward for the first time?

well, firstly a disclaimer: i’m a virgin lmao (even if it is a social construct- which it is but i use it colloquially now)

but, as someone in possession of a vagina and who’s had decent sex ed, i can tell you this:

  1. all vaginas are different. some are small, some are bigger, some have circular hymens, some have asymmetrical ones. (a still intact hymen might be the cause of pain but i’ll get to that later) so what feels uncomfortable to you might feel completely different to someone else
  2. if you haven’t had sex a lot (or in awhile) your body is not used to it. it’s basically muscle memory. if you used to run a lot then stopped, if you start running again, it’s gonna be hard for you. people with vaginas who have a lot of sex are used to being stretched like that so it’s nbd to them (but again, every vagina is different
  3. fics are what they’re short for- fiction- not to say they’re not realistic, because smut fics definitely have to be, but i’ve read m/m smuts where dude a just shoves the dick in without lube and i’m like ??? oUCH. my point being, there is some creative license that’s allowed and stretched most times.
  4. it’s all about what your’re comfortable with. you have the power to say no at any and all times even if you initially said yes. CONSENT IS IMPORTANT. if you don’t get a clear “yes, i want to do x, y, and z with you” you don’t fucking do it.
  5. consent rant over, the best option would be to have an open conversation with any person you’re going to have sex with and say “this is what i’m comfortable with and this is what i can’t/don’t want to do”
  6. first times are always awkward, it’s a rule. but if you meant like, physically in regards to your vagina not being able to take a large width, i can’t really help with that because i’ve never personally seen your vagina nor do i know your full sexual history

hope this helped! and if any of y’all have anymore questions about this sort of stuff i am happy to help!!