I Write Sometimes

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translation :

"It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship." - Henry W. Beecher

Your perspectives matter. Your representation matters. You are not bothersome for demanding equal treatment in fandom. It is not your responsibility to make fandom more welcoming and inclusive to you. It is not your sole responsibility to create all of the Black-centered content. You are not "ruining" anyone's fun for demanding better for yourself, and anyone who says otherwise can go fuck themselves. Any fandom worth being a part of should have no room for racism in it.

Black people in fandom, you are wanted. You are needed. You are loved and appreciated. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82236061

(Full 18+ work on Ao3)

Summary:

“I like seeing you so confident,” Robert murmurs into his chin, hot breath ghosting his cheek, “when you ask for what you want.”

“I want,” Herm starts, punctuating the thought with a nip to his jaw, beneath his ear, “to - to make you feel g-good. P-please. Please.”

or:

A week in Herm’s life.

This man got me in a chokehold I swear to god

Biiiig stretch

(Sonar under cut)