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as someone who is aroace i do not feel comfortable writing smut
most of the characters i write for are either canonically lesbian or i headcanon as lesbian. for this reason i will write minimal if any male!reader requests. transmasc!reader is okay as transmasc is not the same as trans male but please keep this in mind !
feel free to send in headcanons with a request ! i'd love to see them and will do my best to include them in my work though i may not include all of them.
i may edit or add onto these if i think of anything else !
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hi bff i still desperately need to reread & watch thg but i love your writing sm so i needed to leave something anyway ,,, could you do something with nonbinary!reader coming out to johanna ? maybe it starts out angsty but gets more fluffy :3
point of no return - j.m.
summary: You come out to Johanna as nonbinary but some people overhear.
pairings: johanna mason x nonbinary!reader
warnings: transphobia, racism, hurt/comfort
authors note: i didnt specify the slur for obvious reasons, but if anyone has any concerns feel free to pm me.
request: yes
Johanna has noticed your odd behavior, itâs like youâre hiding something. You were hiding something but you didnât know how to tell your girlfriend that you feel sick everytime someone calls you a âgirlâ.
You sigh as you set down your things in the training room. You massage your temples trying to will away the stress headache.
You feel arms wrap around you, and you smile a bit. âThereâs my favorite girl.â You blanch and have to swallow the bile in your throat, your tense in her arms and she of course notices.
âWhatâs wrong?â Johanna asks hesitantly. You shake your head and wriggle yourself out of her arms. You go back to pick up the axâbut youâre stopped by a familiar hand and frustrated face.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you? Why wonât you tell me why youâre acting this way?!â She bellows out, uncaring for the eyes that look your way.
âFucking hell, Johanna, you donât need to scream.â You say, utterly calm. This only proves to provoke her further, demanding to know whatâs wrong.
âAre you cheating on me? Is that it?â Your head snaps up immediately at her small voice, and you shake it vigorously. God what have you done?
âNo, iâd never cheat on you!â You reply, desperation slipping into your brown eyes. Johanna blows a breath out of her nose.
âThen what is it?! Do you not love me? Is it me? What did I-â You cut her off of her ramble.
âIâm not a girl! Iâm not a boy. Iâm not... anything.â Your voice gets quieter as you say the last words. Johannaâs face crumbles in realization. You are non-binary.
You search her expression for any mean glares, anything that points to her hating you⌠but you find nothing, only love. âOf course that freak had to get even freakier! You are a girl, sweetheart, youâll always be one.â A gruff voice taunts you.
âIf you werenât a [slur], I wouldâve definitely had some fun with you.â The man smirks and your expression hardens, the blatant racism and transphobia is enough to spiral you off the edge.
Before Johanna could take the honours of punching the guy, you find yourself giving him a good right hook.
You donât stop there though, grabbing the butt of your ax handle you slam it into his chest, over and over and over again. âYou fucking! You transphobic racist motherfucker!â You scream, but suddenly someone pulling you off of him. You wriggle in their arms trying to get out and beat the shit out of that man more.
You see Katniss, your best friend yelling at the man promising to get him fired and punished. You sag with relief and realize youâve been in Johannaâs arms.
âJo?â You call out quietly, she is immediately turning you around so sheâs facing the love of her life.
âIâm sorry,â You murmur. âI should have told you.â Johanna shakes her head and leans down to kiss your lips. You smile into the kiss, your eyes fluttering close and your hands wrapping around her waist.
âThereâs nothing for you to be sorry for, my love.â You beam at her and she laughs loving your smile even if you hated it.
âKatniss will get that guy fired, I know she will.â You smirk at Johannaâs reassurance. âWell I got in a few good hits anyway.â At that your girlfriend laughs, her blue-green eyes staring longingly into your dark brown ones.
From then on, Johanna used your preferred pronouns and always asked what compliments you preferred before saying it. She began correcting anyone who misgendered you and you both kicked anyones ass who was mean to you.
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pairings : mentioned jordan x marie & cate x marie
word count : 659
summary : cate realizes something about herself
warnings : internalized lesbophobia
author's note : i literally just finished gen v and i'm hyperfixating on it and cate ( especially cate ) so hard. . . she is a lesbian TO ME !!!!!!!!!!! mariecate is real TO ME !!!!!!!!!! ( i live in delusion ) i don't know if this is even remotely good but i desperately needed to write something for her so :33 , mitski title also
The pitch dark encompasses Cate, swallowing her and her surroundings, leaving her with nothing to distract herself from the unwanted thoughts. The kind of thoughts that creep in only in the dark when youâre unable to hide even from yourself. Her mind conjures up all of the moments sheâs stared just a second too long at Marie, the shameful unsatisfied feelings sheâs buried after sex with Luke despite how fucking perfect he is. Was she quickly corrects herself. And another memory resurfaces.Â
Her stomach twists as she recalls the split second of relief she had felt when heâd done what he had done. It was sick and it was twisted and she blocked that memory out for a reason. Of course she had been heartbroken after that second and thatâs what mattered. It didnât mean anything, it was just a result of the shock of his death. She had lost her boyfriend after all. The boy that she had loved had been suddenly ripped away from her.Â
She had loved him, hadnât she? Yes. Of course. She tells herself firmly but sheâs not so certain if itâs true. She was supposed to love him. She definitely had liked him but sheâs not quite sure sheâs ever really loved a boy before. Sheâs never felt the nervous butterflies or the giddy excitement that people always talked about when they talked about being in love. Not with Luke and certainly not with Andre. She had never been âboy crazyâ or had particularly strong feelings about any of the boys sheâd dated. Sheâd always felt uncomfortable when Luke told her he loved her- when any boy had. Forcing herself to say it back was even worse - how could she reassure someone of something she wasnât even sure about herself? At least she told herself she wasnât sure. Deep down she knows she just hadnât cared about them the way they cared about her. She wanted to love them - she wanted it desperately. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Maybe there still is.Â
Or maybe, just maybe itâs something else. Marie isnât the first girl sheâs caught herself staring at. There have been others⌠Sheâs possibly felt that shy awkwardness of wanting to be noticed by someone else you like maybe a little too much. She canât help but feel the shameful nauseating feeling of jealousy whenever she sees Marie take Jordanâs hand or offer them a secret smile. And there are other things too⌠She often finds her fantasies full of soft skin and long hair, and too often she plays the role of the male partner in them. Sheâs never once questioned her gender, sheâs definitely a girl, but itâs far too shameful for her to imagine her real self with another girl in that way.Â
No, thereâs no way that she, Cate Dunlap, could be anything but straight. Itâs not that sheâs homophobic or anything - sheâs perfectly fine with other people being queer - but itâs not an option for her. Plus, everyone has had those kinds of thoughts about girls, havenât they? Theyâre just a part of growing up, aren't they? Itâs silly for her to even entertain the possibility of her being⌠like that.Â
Still, she lays there in the dark and a part of her knows. Lesbian. She examines the word in her mind, repeating it over and over again. Lesbian. Lesbian lesbian lesbian lesbian. She repeats it until it doesnât sound like a threat to her, to everything sheâs ever known. She repeats it until it doesnât even sound like a word anymore.Â
Tears prick her tired eyes. She canât think about it anymore. Sheâs overwhelmed and God sheâs tired. Sheâs beyond tired - sheâs fucking exhausted. She tries to think of anything else. Something calming, comforting even, anything to get these shameful thoughts out of her mind. Still, when she eventually drifts off into a fitful sleep all she can think about is Marieâs sweet smile.
i'm on the last episode of gen v and oh my goodness i need to write for cate, i'm currently working on something ( not loving how its turning out so may not finish ) but taking cate dunlap requests :3
i'm on the last episode of gen v and oh my goodness i need to write for cate, i'm currently working on something ( not loving how its turning out so may not finish ) but taking cate dunlap requests :3
âwhy would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? youâre not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know aboutâ ?? because Iâm not writing fics for hits or kudos, Iâm writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I donât write them out.
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summary : jackie's thoughts after the fight with shauna
warnings : implied thoughts of wanting to die ( ? ) , angst
author's note : i wrote this fairly recently for an rp sample but :33 , i used he / she prns for jax because he is me coded and i use he him. i've always wanted to write something about the fight from jackie's pov and i may write something longer in a bit but here's a short little something for now !!! title is from a jackieshauna coded lizzy mcalpine song
Jackie slams the door of the cabin, blinking back the tears that had been threatening to fall as soon as Shauna had first raised her voice. She tells herself itâs nothing to cry over. Itâs fucking stupid thatâs what it is. And Jackie refuses to cry over something stupid because crying means it matters. Itâs freezing outside- the varsity jacket sheâs wearing wonât be enough to keep her warm for long. But he tells himself he doesnât care. He doesnât fucking care.Â
Soon Shauna will come out to apologize, sheâs sure of it. Sheâll come out with a worried expression on her face practically begging Jackie to come back inside. âJax, pleaseâŚâ sheâll whisper, as tears fill her eyes. And all of Jackieâs anger, all her hurt, will all dissipate just like that. The fight, everything, will all be forgotten and sheâll be Shaunaâs and Shauna will be hers once more.Â
The cold bites at Jackieâs face and hands and she shivers, angrily kicking at the ground. Itâs so cold that itâs almost hard to breathe - his lungs ache as he takes a shaky breath. He moves to sit on the hard, nearly frozen ground, pulling his jacket tighter around himself. Itâs getting dark she realizes and she prays someone will come out to get her soon before it gets completely dark. She decides that if no one comes to get her by nightfall no one is coming.Â
He wonders what will happen to him if he stays outside all night. Could he die out here all alone? If Shauna doesnât love him anymore maybe that would be alright. No, he reminds himself. He refuses to let himself think like that. Sheâll come any minuteâŚÂ
summary : after both having nightmares about the other dying , emma and alice come to find each other in the middle of the night
warnings : some blood & gore + use of guns but nothing super graphic
author's note : this is super old but i still think about them a little too much,,, i had the worst emmalice hyperfix and i may be the only one ever who ships them but :33 uh she / they pronouns are used for alice , he / she / they pronouns are used for jordan , they / them prns are used on sophie & she / they pronouns are used for bee ( sorry i'm autistic and trans so they have to be too ) , the nightmares are about their canon deaths but they are both very much alive
Alice screamed, as the sight before her finally registered in her brain. Emma. Emmaâs body. Emmaâs dead body. No. This couldnât be happening. They had to be hallucinating⌠or something. This could not be real. Her stomach churned, eyes fixed on the body- the place where Emmaâs head had been bashed in, her open eyes and mouth, all of the blood. God there was so much blood. It had begun to dry- they could feel it beneath their fingers as they moved to brush a strand of their girlfriendâs hair out of her face.Â
She couldnât breathe. Reeling back, she stumbled until her back hit the wall and she slid down onto the floor. She was in shock. Someone was screaming. No, it was them who was screaming. They screamed for help, unable to contain their sobs. No one came. She squeezed her eyes shut praying somebody would hear her and confirm that Emma was all right. That Emmaâd point and laugh at Alice and would pout when she cried about how worried sheâd been. She imagined Emmaâs arms around her, soothing her along with her whispered apologies. Emma had to be okay. She just had to be.Â
Eventually someone must have heard their screams because they could hear the sound of sneakers against the hardwood floor. Alice felt a hand on her shoulder followed by the sound of an out of breath, âOh my God!âÂ
âEmma?â Deep down she knew everything sheâd seen was real- that Emma was really and truly gone. But still with her eyes closed she could definitely believe the comforting touch was from her girlfriend. She could hear the person next to her sigh.Â
âItâs JordanâŚâ His voice was soft, but it jolted them back to reality. Her eyes snapped open and were immediately drawn back to Emmaâs lifeless body. Her Emma. âWhat happened?âÂ
Alice forced themself to look at Jordan, still sobbing. âI donât know⌠I donât know!!â She tried to take a deep breath which proved even harder than expected as Jordan reached out to touch Emma. Aliceâs hand shot out towards theirs. âDonât touch her! Donât touch her!âÂ
Her reply is blunt. âWell I wonât know if sheâs dead if I donât touch herâŚâ
Aliceâs eyes fly open. They roll over onto their side, drenched in sweat, hair sticking to their face. It was just a dream. Of course it was. The dream which has been haunting her for months. On a good week theyâll wake up this way once or twice, but lately itâs been nearly every night. Alice clings to the worn stuffed bear sheâs had since she was a toddler. Theyâd forgotten about it, but it had been helping them sleep over the past few weeks.Â
She has to make sure Emmaâs okay. Even if they know it was a dream she wonât be able to go back to sleep until she confirms that Emma is safe in bed. Plus they miss her, and if thereâs a chance of Emma still being awake she doesnât want to miss it. They move to get up, blanket wrapped around their shoulders, ratty bear held tight before heading off down the hall using their phone as a light to guide them to Emmaâs room.Â
Jordan had a gun. Heâd already shot Alice. Bee and Sophie were there too, trying to talk them into dropping the gun. Bee shook a little but Sophie stood tall, one hand on their girlfriendâs arm, keeping her steady. They were yelling and Jordan was yelling back. Bee said something but their words were lost in the chaos. Alice lunged for the gun. In a flash the four people were on the floor, each one reaching for the gun. They fought over the weapon, not wanting to be the next one dead. They all knew that not all of them would make it through the seemingly endless night. A shot rang out and everyone went quiet.Â
Jordan and Sophie glared at each other. Bee stood there helplessly, her eyes flicking between Sophie and their ex partner. The gun lay discarded on the floor. Alice had been the unlucky one. The three left standing shared a look before finally looking down at Aliceâs body. There was a bullet hole in their neck and her eyes stared straight ahead. There was blood. A lot of it. Bee retched, turning away from the body, while Bee and Jordan continued staring at each other in disbelief. One of them had just killed their best friend.Â
Emma awakens with a start. Sheâs kicked her blankets off the bed and she realizes just how cold it's gotten during the night. She lets out a sigh. She doesnât have nightmares often but this one is definitely familiar. Her hands shake as she moves to turn on her bedside lamp. She shouldâve taken her goddamn medication. She knows this sort of thing happens when she doesnât. But sheâd been so tired. And surely she could go one night without it. Apparently not.Â
She shudders remembering the look of Aliceâs lifeless body, how quiet everyone had gotten after the shot. Alice. They were probably asleep⌠Would she mind if she woke her? Probably not. She just wanted to make sure they were okay. Which was probably stupid. Why wouldnât they be?Â
She shouldâve just asked David if they could share a room. But there was no need to make things more awkward between them. Sheâd broken up with him for Alice and she knew he was still upset over it. She probably would be too if she were him.Â
She does her best to be quiet as she gets out of bed, grabbing her bottle of sleeping pills and the rest of her medication from the pocket of her bag. Turning on her phoneâs flashlight she steps out into the hallway. Sheâs lost in her own worries, not even noticing the other flashlight until she bumps into Alice.Â
Alice screams. âOhmyGod!â They take a step back and Emma shushes them. âAllie, itâs me.âÂ
âShit, you scared me.â They look relieved to see her.Â
âWhat are you doing up?â Emma looks concerned. Alice shrugs, looking away.Â
âIt happened again. I mean, I had that fucking dream again.âÂ
âYeah, me too.â The pair looks at each other for a moment. Emma opens her arms for Alice. âWant to go back to my room?â They nod. Turning off her flashlight, Emma leads Alice back into her room. She flops down onto the bed and they follow suit. Emma places her pills back on the nightstand. Itâs quiet for a short while.
âAre you okay?â she whispers. Aliceâs eyes fill with tears as they shrug.
âI dunno. I really fucking thought for a minute⌠I donât know what I would do without you.â She buries her face in her bearâs fur. Emma puts a hand on her shoulder.
âI was worried about you too. Iâm so sorry. It was only a dream though, hmm? Iâm right here.â Alice nods, curling into Emma. Both of them are quiet again.Â
âDid you take your medication?â Alice suddenly asks, looking up at their girlfriend. Emma shakes her head.Â
âI forgot.â
âIs that why you couldnât sleep?â Emma shrugs.Â
âMaybe⌠I just donât see why I have to take them all the time if they donât do much of anything.â Alice nods.Â
âIâm sorry.â Alice leans further into Emma who wraps her arms around them. The two quietly stay cuddled up for a while. Emmaâs about half asleep when Alice breaks the silence.Â
âYou realize Iâm staying with you for the rest of the nights weâre here, right?â Emma nods.
âOf course. I was hoping you would stay.âÂ
Alice hums sleepily. âGood night, Em.âÂ
âNight, Allie.â She buries her face in their shoulder leaving the light on just in case either of them are plagued with more nightmares.Â
