im just a little guy that goes by he/they! im kinda just vibing but maybe i'll start writing some stuff! English is not my frist language so any advice or correction please tell me!
My fandoms are Stray kids! [Stay] Some alice in borderland and some anime but not really that much.
So! if i start writing stuff is gonna be about those! but only gn or male reader stuff and mostly gay.
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mmmh male reader thats a shapeshifter and knew what the Operator was doing the entire time but choose to ignore and keep living as a disgised human. Sadly, his camera was always facing the woods so the interested Jay ask him about it and if he could look. You decided to humour him and let him see the tapes, then you keep "helping" the guy until everything goes to shit. Maybe you can save them, maybe you wont, those arent your woods anyway.
sorry for bad english, its 2 am and i really just wanted to write this out there
Is someone likes the idea i could give it a shot, its gonna be either a x Tim or x Jay, or nothing and just something to reeead. Yeah gn
I usually don't wanna say shit when i hit a fandom because, my ideas are waaay too complex and would need a whole story with a lot of time that i don't have in the moment
Yet, i think i could write something for the Creepypasta fandom / Marble Hornets.... because i'm really liking it again and i lowkey miss being full part in a fandom.
Of course, short shit and very gay (male reader we are STARVING HERE) but oh well, ideas, ideas... also maybe oc's who knows...
Jjk trans oc but they had a very shitty family experience after coming out so, sadly, they ""created"" a curse based of the sad emotions and hate towards their family, but the curse looks like them when they were younger (aka a kid) and the curse kinda works like Rika...yeah
everyone yelling "hide the yaoi" about fictional character shipping as if mark hasn't been put through the youtuber rpf trenches for years. he didn't survive septiplier only to be shocked by bloodymary
oh dear i do wish to finish the Expedition 33 fanfic! i really liked that story and- oh no whats its that- *gets crushed by a new interest...love and deepspace*
i will finish the other one first to- like i have it kinda written i just have to make it- good...and also i dont think i would write for Lads cus- idk-
also i CANNOT play Lads for my LIFE, my phone is weak, my notebook is weak, god knows i will NOT download it in my bros computer
so yeah, maybe videos... that means i know NOTHING besides that there is hot men and that MC is a badass (i do treat the gameplay as if we were Venom)
TAGS: TW! Incest, Grooming, Underaged Sex, Reader is scared of love, Reader is MC's brother, Flashback at beginning, Hospital Setting, Unprofessional Doctor, Unrequited Love
PROMPT: You wake up disoriented, the thick clinical scent of the hospital filling your senses.
REQUESTED? No
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A/N: If you'd like to avoid the topics warned above pls skip the section underlined | I have no knowledge on medical procedures pls excuse me for innacuracies--
Gentle waves lapped at the shore, the sun shone hot and bright against your UV-protected skin—the beach. These memories lie buried beneath many, yet in your unconscious state, you remember them clearly as day. With the day about to come to an end, and the ever-glorious ball of hot gas about to set, you yelled at your sister as she ran away from you, your pale in her hand as she cackled; somehow, she had successfully stolen your collection of shells.
”MC!!” You huff, standing up and almost tripping as you chase after her.
On that same beach, on that same day, was when you first met that beautiful boy—mythical in every single way. He was frightened at first, attempting to scurry away when he saw you both. Your sister saw him first that time, stopping in her tracks as you bumped into her.
“MC?…” You look at her, confused as to why she suddenly stopped.
Then you, too, saw the Lumerian.
It was stupid how you never recognized him just minutes ago in that art gallery.
Rafayel.
His eyes glistened with curiosity as he looked from you then to MC, and when he opened his mouth to speak, neither of you understood him. When you both realized that, you thought of a viable alternative. Drawing on the wet sand. With that in mind, you quickly found a thin piece of driftwood, small enough for you to use.
“So… what are you?” You asked first upon your return, drawing a horribly drawn version of the merman on the shore, and then a question mark.
You watched as the boy furrowed his brows, trying to decipher your drawing. MC giggled and tried her best to help as well, pointing at the drawing and then to him, “That’s you, by the way!”
That got her a glare from you, but she only brushed it off. Your lips pulled downward as you pouted dramatically, “I tried my best to draw him!”
She stuck her tongue out at you and teased, “Whatever you say.”
The merman in front of you kept looking from your sister to you, confusion written all over his face now—he must have found it odd how similar you both looked. Back then, you had grown your hair out the same as your sister, though you usually kept it up—your grandmother said it was a hassle to keep getting your haircuts, so you ended up with nearly the same hair length as MC.
He reached out and pointed at your drawing, then at himself.
You watch and nod your head, “That’s you!” You scratch your head as you try to convey your question. “Uhm…….” With your stick, you scribbled on the wet sand again.
He seemed to understand the new drawing and flapped his tail.
”Yeah! You have a tail!” Your sister giggled, “You’re a merman! [Y/N]! He’s a merman.” At that, you rolled your eyes.
But then, a realization hit you. “But aren’t mermaids—I mean men—or is it merpeople… uh!” You pointed at Rafayel, his eyes widening at the sudden gesture. “You’re supposed to be in the ocean,” you flung your finger to the sea.
His eyes widened in understanding and nodded aggressively, proving you right. Your sister gasped beside you and quickly stood up, “We have to get you back in there!”
Everything else was a blur after that point. All you remembered was getting him back into the water, soaking your clothes in seawater. You said your goodbyes, and MC promised you’d both meet the merboy, hopefully in the near future.
Sadly…
We never did return. Not after what happened to MC.
When you both returned home, your grandmother scolded you and your sister, then gave you both a warm, soothing bubble bath. There was no real anger in your grandma's words, only concern, and during that bath, you were all giggles, your sister recounting the events that happened at the beach while your grandma listened and washed your hair.
You were first to get out of the bath. You were an independent kid and older than your sister, obviously you could dry and dress yourself, you're almost a teenager. When you went into your bedroom to change, though, you found Caleb inside, picking out which underwear you'd wear.
. . .
!!(SKIP UNTIL THE NEXT THREE DOTS IF YOU'D LIKE TO AVOID THE TOPICS MENTIONED ABOVE)!!
You feel a strange warmth between your thighs, hands gentle as they caress your skin, yet gentle as they are, each trail leaves a blazing fire in their wake. This wasn’t like the caring hold Sylus gave you. No. This was far too familiar, and it made your skin crawl. Despite this, your body reacts automatically, arching into his touch. He strokes your cock, hand now gripping your hip as he thrusts into you, sloppy and inexperienced despite how many times you had done it already.
When he first did this with you, he said he wanted to try something he learned at school. "Your clit's so cute, MC..." He strokes you harder, groaning as you tighten around him in response.
Like a dog in heat fucking its bitch, he makes you feel whole, he makes you feel so, so full.
”C—hah!… I'm not—” your reminder is cut short as you cry out in pleasure, Caleb sinking in deeper, his grip harsh on your hips as he keeps you from flinching away. A hand goes behind you and tugs at your hair—still wet from your bath.
"Shh... MC... let big brother take care of you."
It sickens you to feel it again, but deep down, you still crave it. No one can ever give you the same fulfillment.
A tear slips down your cheek as your vision clears, and he’s all you can see. He's on top of you, looking down at you, sprawled out for him, long hair messy against the sheets—the same length as MC’s—then, he gives you those loving eyes of his as he leans down and pecks your lips before pulling away and whispering into your ear.
”You feel so good, MC… I love you.”
You close your eyes again and let yourself drown in the dizzying pleasure that surrounds you.
"Mphh... Caleb~ I—I love you too," you manage to say in return. He holds you close, and he makes love to you—to her.
He loves you.
He loves her.
. . .
A cold hand rests atop your head, smooth in the way a marine creature was, yet lacking the scales and rubbery texture.
”Caleb…” Those two syllables slip from your lips in a whimper, eyes shooting open as a bright light beams against your vision, blinding you temporarily. Then, the handsome merman was suddenly in view.
He gives you that familiar look of confusion, “Caleb..?”
Rafayel.
He’s standing at your bedside, smiling faintly. You heave a sigh of relief and shake your head. The moment you try to sit up, a sharp pain shoots through your chest and heads straight to your brain—more painful than any headache you’ve experienced. Rafayel is quick to be at your side, helping you sit up and placing a pillow upright to support your back.
”Hey now, don’t be so hasty,” he sighed and shook his head in disapproval.
Now lying against the soft cushion of your pillow once more, you close your eyes, bringing a hand up to weakly rub against the side of your head. Rafayel takes a seat at your bedside and gently takes your hand, using his other hand to replace it as he caresses you, his cool hand against your warm skin. A silent question hung obvious in the air, ‘What happened?’
The Lumerian soon responded and answered it, “You were attacked by a wanderer. It was so sudden, it came straight at you like you were its target!”
Ah. Right. The freight train.
You look down at your bandaged self and shake your head, ”No wonder everything hurts…”
Rafayel chuckled and nodded, “Yup, that's why you shouldn't move so much, ‘kay?”
You nodded off-handedly, lips quirking upward in amusement. With your eyes opening slowly, you gaze up at him through your lashes, "Are your paintings alright?" You ask, your voice coming out weak, as expected.
The Lumerian raised a brow, his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek as he made a soft 'tsk' sound, "Here you are injured, and you have the audacity to ask about my paintings," he huffed, half-heartedly annoyed. "Some were damaged... but it's not like I can't just make new ones."
"Ah..." you nod again. "What about the beach one?"
Rafayel frowned, "The one you were admiring?"
"Mhm."
"Sadly, it was... completely destroyed." His hand presses against your cheek further, slowly falling, now against your neck. You could feel two fingers pressing right up against your pulse.
You mimic his frown, saddened by the news. "I see," a sigh leaves your lips.
His lips tighten into a line, eyes downcast as it drifts away from yours for a moment. He wears a more vulnerable expression, unlike the smug look he had at the art gallery.
"Can I ask you something a little weird?" His gaze finds its way back to yours, boring into you with a fierce intensity.
"Of course."
He takes a deep breath, scooting ever so closer to you. This is—you believe—the first time you have allowed such closeness without your body shouting at you to get away.
"That painting... did it make you remember anything?..." You feel his hand curl against you. "Anything?" He repeats.
It did. It made you remember so many things.
Like that time you researched the Lumerians in your second year of college and learned of the many fairy tales that surround them and the many sightings of their fairy-tale creature.
The painting also made you remember how guilty you felt for never returning to the beach you'd left Rafayel on, despite the promise you and MC made to him. You wondered: was he still waiting? Visiting that shore again and again and finding no one? You could only imagine how sad, or disappointed, or betrayed he felt all those years.
Remembering all of that, you couldn't will any words from your lips.
Instead, an awkward silence bled into a minute without any response from you before he pulled his cold palm away. Stupidly, you followed after, missing his touch already, but somehow, you managed to stop yourself before he noticed. You watch as his shoulders move upward before dropping—a deep breath, heavy with dismay.
"You don't have to tell me now. I'm sure your head's still all messed up from the attack."
He flashes a lax grin and nods towards the door, "I have to get going now. Unfortunately, I still have to see to the mess that stupid wanderer made of my precious paintings."
Disappointment settled in your stomach, watching as he waved a hand and headed to the door. "Bye..." you mutter out, hopefully loud enough to have reached Rafayel's ears.
Just when you thought you could have some respite from the uninhibited encounter, as the door opens, Rafayel finds Zayne about to open it. You watch them—how Zayne's eyes narrow at the sight of the Lumerian. The interaction doesn't last long; the two exchange awkward pleasantries and go their separate ways, Rafayel giving you one last glance and flashing a smile as he goes.
Zayne enters, and his hardened expression softens as he gazes at you—your recovering form. He closes the door behind him, and, with a tablet in hand, he makes his way over to your bedside, replacing where Rafayel had stood. He doesn't say anything for a while, his eyes still scanning you. He types in a few notes just from his careful observations, the silence almost deafening as you try to find anything to way to your childhood friend.
He was always like this. So damn mysterious and closed-off, you've yet to see his cold exterior melt despite the way he's acted around you—protective to a fault, like a nagging older brother almost.
...
"I wasn't aware you were in the city... I thought you would be on your expedition in Tanakhali for one more week?" To your surprise, Zayne's the one who breaks the silence.
A feeling of guilt washes over you for a moment as you shake your head, "I... couldn't find the time. Plus, I didn't want to disrupt your busy schedule here." Your smile strained, "MC tells me you're quite the busy bee here."
Your response was a weak excuse; you knew that, and it seems like Zayne did too, as he let out a low hum and drew his attention from his clipboard over to you, giving you a once-over again. "You of all people should know that I would gladly make time in my schedule for you, [Y/N]."
Just as you were about to speak, Zayne cuts in, "And if you need someone to talk to... I'm here."
Of course he was. Zayne was... one of the few constants in your life. That is, until you cut him out. There were times he felt too overbearing. During college, your campuses were within walking distance from each other, so you often visited one another. When he found out about you and Sylus, he was livid—in his own, silent way. Especially when you came over one day to his dorm and confirmed his suspicions—a bruise on your shoulder, just barely out of sight, but your shirt had to betray you that day. He started watching you like a hawk ever since, walking you to and from your dorm despite his own busy schedule.
So, you knew. "I know..." You knew Zayne would do anything for you. You and MC. No matter how cold his exterior was. It was comforting knowing that.
Zayne cleared his throat and straightened his glasses before speaking again. "I'll have to run a few tests on you just to make sure you don't have any further issues to be addressed."
Back to professional it was. With a dreadful sigh, you nod your head.
Zayne types down a few more notes, occasionally taking a glance at you. He places his tablet on your bedside, pulls a small flashlight from one of his many coat pockets, and turns it on. "I'm going to begin a cranial nerve exam, so I'm going to need you to follow my instructions, understood?"
You nod your head again, a small frown on your lips.
The doctor exhales as he leans his face just a tab closer, enough for you not to need to crane your head up at him. He then taps his nose, "Look here." He says as he shines the flashlight's beams just at the corner of your eyes, enough for it to make you blink. He taps his nose again, "Avoid blinking, just keep your eyes on my nose..."
There's a trace of annoyance as you try your best not to look away from Zayne. He flashes the light right into your eyes now, flicking between both.
"I'm dilating your eyes..." he murmurs absentmindedly.
After a few more repeated motions, he puts away his flashlight and holds his index finger up. "Alright, now follow the tip of my finger with your eyes."
Once again, he began moving his finger slowly across your field of view, watching your eyes follow each unhurried movement.
He conducted a few more tests before a veil of silence fell in the hospital room. Zayne busied himself with his tablet, tapping the screen, typing, doing whatever it was he was doing. He glanced upward again at your face, but you noticed his eyes trail downward. You felt a breeze against your shoulder.
Fuck.
Not again.
As subtly as you could, you shrugged your sleeve up—or at least attempted to. Though, as predicted, Zayne saw through your act and knew you were caught.
Zayne huffed almost inaudibly and put down his tablet once more.
"I already saw it when you were brought in..." he muttered, disappointment clear in his tone. "I thought I was clear about not seeing him anymore." He shook his head, stepping closer to your bedside. "He could have been the reason why you were attacked in the first place." His tone hardened with each word, fists clenching at his sides, revealing just how furious he was, even if it didn't show through his cool exterior.
You could feel your throat constrict, "What happened today isn't his fault—"
"Do you defend every man that uses you for your body?"
Oh.
The feeling of guilt evaporated, dried up as an intense anger heated up within you. "What?"
Zayne broke his gaze and pinched the space between his fingers, shoulders sagging, his own way of cooling his own temper. "I didn't mean that."
But the anger within you was already building up, ready to burn yet another person who only wants what's best for you.
"Then what did you mean, Zayne?"
"I meant that whatever you have with that... that criminal has to come to an end. As long as you maintain contact with him, who knows just who's going to target you next." He was dead set on getting his point across, even as he noticed those subtle signs of your frustration—brows furrowing, lips tightening.
You took a deep breath in and promptly propped yourself up against your pillow, "If you're so concerned with Sylus, why say men?"
Zayne's stern expression faltered then.
"You're not dumb, [Y/N]..." he slowly sat down at your bedside.
It was Saturday morning when you told Zayne what had happened during your childhood, how, ever since Caleb died, you began to realize just how disgusting everything he did to you was. In the end, you brushed it off and said, 'Caleb was dealing with a lot that time though... and I never exactly said no.' Zayne was horrified; he has been ever since, but you just kept on defending him. Because, really, if you were affected so badly by it, you would have told someone sooner or fought back.
But you never denied your big brother. Why would you when he was your sole protector for both you and your sister? You were just paying him back.
And then, Caleb came back—he faked his death, he said.
You never once made contact with him. In fact, in your head, he was still an undiscovered body, rotting away in wheerever it was. It was for the better after all. If he ever came back into your life again... you'd let him.
So when Zayne said that, the anger that was bubbling up spilled out from you. "Then stop treating me like I am! Like I'm some poor, sickly child! I'm not MC—I—" you cut yourself off, slapping your hand over your mouth.
Your gaze remained on your lap, but even then, you could feel Zayne's eyes on you again.
Heterosexual people are turning fandoms of LGBT+ works (or works with queer characters) into uncomfortable places for LGBT+ people.
At least that’s what I see happening in the niche of fanfics (imagines) and on Twitter. They always use the fallacy of “it’s fiction,” as if that had the power of Jason’s punch in Friday the 13th Part VIII against the criticism raised by, guess who… LGBT+ people! Funny how that only happens when there are criticisms, because if it’s praise, suddenly fanfics are no longer trivial! Spare us.
Do you know about the upcoming adaptation of Wuthering Heights? One of the protagonists is described as having dark skin in the book, and do you know who they cast to play him? Jacob Elordi. And people commented. And, guess what… it’s fiction!
You can obviously write whatever you want, but if it’s public, people are going to talk about it.
And what about the dumb phrase: “but you guys turn straight characters into gay ones”… how many shots does a person need to drink to compare a minority to the socially accepted norm? Do you really think the homophobia LGBT+ people face their entire lives doesn’t influence the discomfort they feel when they see a character who represents them being stripped of their traits and regurgitated into an offensive fanfic? Well, that’s what happens! And a straight character’s heterosexuality? Does it carry that weight? Hmmm…
I have a question for the court: we all agree shane hollander x fem reader is or should be a cursed tag, right? then why are the only fics I can find with shane or hollanov with fem reader? like is it so hard to make reader (at least) gender neutral? I'm not saying reader can't wear "cute frilly dresses" anymore (clothes have no gender but I totally understand that people can feel dysphoric, me included) if you REALLY need it in your life but please...don't write smut with shane and fem reader. he's gay for god's sake. platonic relationships exist. why does our society not value that? also why are there only ilya x fem reader fics? I mean it's starting to get better and I can ACTUALLY find x male reader or even x gn reader but it's still sad. I mean it's not forbidden to write x fem reader (he's bi so you can have a piece of him) but it's still sad.
