#yurifying your male characters

[hoffstrap-yuri]

A Brownie A Day, Keeps the Doctor Glued

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Eve had a penchant for eating when she was bored. Most of the times she didn't have her vice of choice at the ready, but that was different now that she was with Laura Gordon. The doctor didn't seem to mind the side effects of Eve's eating habits catching up to her waistline.

*Rating: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*Tags: Lesbian Characters, Feeding Kink, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Shameless Smut, Slight Medical Kink, Female Chainshipping, WLW Chainshipping, Lesbian Chainshipping, PWP

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

Author's Note: This isn't a tie-in with my other fem chainshipping, but it's also not not related so choose how to read this as you will. As always hope you enjoy my fic!

“Honey.” The woman whined from the couch, reaching out for the snack across the kitchen. “Honey!”

“Yes?” The blonde haired woman looked up from over the book she was reading

“Can you get me a snack?”

“Love, you’re only three feet away from the kitchen.”

“I know, but I don’t want to get up.”

“You’re going to get fat if you keep this up.” The blonde tisked before getting up and walking across the room. She looked at the dessert her girlfriend wanted so badly before taking it and dangling it just out of her girlfriend, Eve’s reach.

“Laura!” She reached up. Laura couldn’t help but feel something pulling in her chest as she saw how… pathetic she was like this. She lowered the treat into Eve’s hand, who gobbled it up like she’d been starved. “That was so mean.”

“It wasn’t with any ill intent.” Laura paced the room

“Say that again. Maybe I’ll believe your bullshit next time.” Eve rolled her eyes, looking over the sofa for another snack.

“Do you want me to make you something?” Laura offered

“No, can’t. I’m waiting for dinner.”

“You can have dinner now.”

“No I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s only three in the afternoon. It’s too early for dinner.” Eve whined, lifting herself up from the furniture and going to rummage through the fridge. Before she could find a snack, Laura’s hands were on Eve. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Laura smiled and cuddled into the crook of Eve’s bony neck. Her hands moved from the slight indentation that was Eve’s stomach and onto her waist.

“Feeling frisky?” Eve laughed

“No, not particularly.” Laura hummed, “Could go for a couple of kisses though.”

“Fine.” Eve shut the door and turned around to face Laura. She cupped one of Laura’s cheeks before giving her a kiss and carefully shoving her head under Laura’s chin. Laura gave Eve a little scratch under her chin, which in turn made Eve fawn over the older woman. “Love me?”

“I love you” Laura’s lips met with the tip of Eve’s nose

“Love you too” she shut her eyes and let her eyelashes brush up against Laura’s skin.

“I’ve changed my mind” Laura’s grasp tightened around the edge of Eve’s stupidly baggy jeans

“From what to what?”

“I want sex.”

“Okay.” Eve smirked and pulled Laura to their makeshift bed.

--- Laura was a smart woman. She hadn’t graduated the top of her medical class through sheer ignorance. She knew how easy it was to condition someone but had no idea how satisfying it would be to mold Eve in her image. It started off easily enough. Eve would beg for some kind of snack at any hour of the day and Laura would give it to her, but not without first dropping some kind of snide remark to the tune of ‘you’re going to get fat’

“I won’t” Eve would argue, shoving whatever it was into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up while she ate her tooth-rotting sweet

“Fine. Don’t believe the doctor.” Laura shrugged

“Don’t believe the doctor” Eve mocked Laura’s words before continuing to eat. Laura hid her smirk behind her hand. She knew it made Eve’s blood boil to be so… correct all the time. That it would get under her skin and in turn make her need to eat more. She peered her head up over the couch and asked, “What are you making for lunch?”

“Just some alfredo noodles.” Laura replied

“Can I have some?” Eve bit the side of her lip

“You just had two brownies.” Laura laughed

“Yeah and? It’s not a meal.” Eve fought back

“Fine.” Laura “relented” and pulled out two plates from the cabinet. When she was done, she plated a little more than half onto Eve’s plate before bringing it over to the woman.

“You’re the best.” She voraciously twirled the noodles around the fork and shoveled them into her mouth. She moaned softly as Laura sat down next to her.

“Good?”

“So fucking good. You’re the best cook.”

“Don’t forget to chew, love.” Laura used the back of her thumb to clear some sauce that stuck to the edge of Eve’s lips. Eve shuddered slightly as the appendage grazed her and Laura used that low sultry tone.

“Yes.” She replied, utterly mesmerized by Laura’s touch. She tried to take hold of her knife to cut the chicken she had moved to the side of the plate but her hands were shaking too much to get a decent cut in

“Do you want me to help?” Laura asked, cutting into her chicken with a precision that only a doctor could hope for. Eve handed her the plate before Laura cut off a piece and fed Eve a piece to tide the woman over. She handed the plate back once it was cut up and pressed her lips onto Eve’s cheek. “Eat up.”’

“Thanks.” Eve looked down at her lap and shoved the pasta into her mouth without another word. Laura took the plates and threw them into the dishwasher after they were done before curling up to Eve. Her head rested on Eve’s shoulder, an arm wrapped around her back and her other gently settling over Eve’s slightly distended stomach. Eve tried to suck it in while they watched TV but it was causing her more pain so with a heavy sigh let her stomach spill ever so slightly into her lap.

“Eat too much?” Laura’s hand slowly started working over the taut skin, “Didn’t I tell you it was going to be a lot?”

“Y-Yeah.” Eve whimpered as Laura’s fingers dug in while she continued to massage her, easing the tension.

“God you’re really going to plump up at this pace if you keep eating like…” Laura bit down on her lip, not subtle in the slightest before choosing her next words carefully, “Eating like a bitch with a rapid metabolism. But we know that’s not the case.”

“We do?” Eve’s moans reached into Laura’s ears and filled her mind with all the filthy things she could dream of.

“At least, I do. You might still be in denial, thinking I don’t see the way your shirts cling more tightly to your frame. How winded you get when realistically you should be running laps around me in stores… but if you keep this up, I might have to seriously intervene as a medical professional.”

“But I’m not fat.” Eve protested, despite her legs crossing to hide her arousal.

“Not yet.” Laura straddled her lap, hooking an arm around Eve’s neck. She kissed her girlfriend and took her growing cheeks into the palm of her hands, “You’re starting to fill out anyway. It makes you look even younger.”

“Cradle robber.” Eve snorted and placed her hands on Laura’s hip. She’d always liked the way that there was something on Laura to hold onto. Laura’s hand remained on Eve’s stomach. Eve pecked the tip of Laura’s nose before saying, “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.” Laura smiled at her as she worked the hem of her shirt up just enough so her hands could slide up Eve’s back and rest on her shoulder blades. “You’re so beautiful, my angel without wings.”

“Stop.” Eve grumbled, “My… Queen?”

“The light of which I exist in.” Laura continued

“Fuck I’m not good at this,” Eve laughed, “You’re just fucking pretty and I’m happy that you’re mine, Laura.”

“I’m happy that I’m yours too.” Laura’s lips curled up and returned the kiss she’d been given earlier.

---

“C’mon, C’mon…” Eve was in the bathroom fighting with the button of her pants, “C’mon, I fucking got you to work just last… week?” She hesitated as she honestly thought about the last time she’d worn the pants. It’d been more than a week, maybe even a couple of months since she’d even attempted to slide the fabric over the dips on her hips. Now her stomach sat heavy at her center. If only half of the fat distribution could have gone to her boobs, she thought.

“Eve, love?” Laura’s voice called out across the house, “Are you almost ready?”

“Yes!” Eve shouted back, desperately trying to jam the button into the hole. It was bad enough her stomach spilled out of her t-shirts while she was lounging at home, but now this? Maybe Laura was right about losing weight. No. No she could still fit into this. She just wasn’t sucking her stomach in enough. After one more heavy breath she managed to get the button done and slapped on her belt to keep it in place. She smoothed down her shirt and pulled it so that it would cover her newly formed love handles before walking out of the bathroom. Every part of her outfit was so painfully tight, but she was ready now. She carefully went down the stairs, watching as her chest swayed with every step down. “Here I am.”

“Here you are.” Laura laughed and kissed her, “Aren’t you going to be uncomfortable?”

“No I’ll be fine.” She stepped away from Laura to grab her dress coat, “You said this place had good food?”

“Yes. I took…” She started before looking away. Alison. She had taken Alison there while they were still an item. She didn’t need to say it, Eve knew what she meant. She quietly nodded in response. “Anyway, let’s go.”

“Okay.” Eve smiled at her, grabbing her purse on their way out. Laura slipped effortlessly into the driver’s seat of her car, while Eve had a much more difficult time. Laura looked over at her as the woman cradled her stomach like a baby bump, knowing her belt was digging into her fat and making the skin an angry red.

“Are you alright?” Laura asked

“Yeah fine. Couldn’t have asked me that a minute ago while I was trying to get in?” Eve fought with the seat belt next to her. Laura rolled her eyes at her partner before driving the couple to the restaurant. She turned the car off and ran around to the other side, offering her arm to Eve. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Laura replied. Eve got out of the car and started to take a deep breath, only before cutting herself off in fear of her pants flying open. She held onto Laura’s hand tightly and hid behind her as they walked up to the host stand. The host guided them to their table and Laura pulled out Eve’s chair for her. She sat and looked at the table setting.

“Really fucking fancy place, got two forks.” Eve laughed to herself as Laura sat across from her. Laura stared into her eyes and took her hand before bringing it up to her lips. She set Eve’s limb back down on the table before starting to massage it. Laura wasn’t normally so touchy feely in public, which should probably concern Eve. Was she breaking up with her? No. No. Laura was in love with her, and this was just her showing it.

“Hi there.” The waitress walked up to their table, “Any drinks I can get for you?”

“Yes, I’ll take the bottle of the house pinot grigio.” Laura crossed her legs under the table, not lifting her eyes off the menu. “Two glasses please.”

“I’ll just stick with water actually.” Eve tugged at the collar of her shirt

“It’s okay honey, you can drink if you want to.” Laura looked up at Eve

“Okay. Two glasses then.” Eve looked at the waitress who scurried off to get their drinks

“Order whatever you want love, this dinner’s for you.”

“Yeah you’ve said that, but you haven’t told me why you said this is ‘for me’.” Eve laughed nervously

“Is it so wrong of me to want to spoil you, my love?”

“Well no. I like being spoiled actually. Usually these kinds of places have… I don’t know… strings attached to them?”

“No strings attached.” Laura assured her. The waitress dropped the bottle off at the table and poured a glass for Laura. Eve refused but when Laura offered to pour her a glass she took it. Of course, Laura’s pour was heavy handed, filling the glass well past the proper size of wine.

“Thanks, hon.” Eve smiled at her and took a sip. It was a little drier than her preferred wine, but it wasn’t bad. She took another sip before putting the glass down. She played with the stem of the glass between her fingers while she kept flipping through the menu. It was so hard to choose… but then again Laura said she could have whatever she wanted.

“Find anything?”

“You said I could get anything I want?” Eve bit her lip

“Yes.”

“What about two things?”

“Like an appetizer and something else?” Laura recrossed her legs, shifting in her chair. Was she… trying to bait Eve?

“No…” Her voice trailed, “Like two meals?”

“If you think you can eat it. No leftovers.” Laura bit her lip as she set the conditions for Eve.

“Okay.” Her eyes darted back down to the menu and tried to decide on just two things.

“Are you two still doing alright?” The waitress asked

“Yes, I think we’re ready to order.” Laura started, “I’ll just have the sun roasted tomato penne.”

“Alright, and for you ma’am?”

“Um… can I do the ribeye, medium rare…”

“And your sides?”

“Um… fries and mashed potatoes.”

“Excellent, I’ll go put your order…”

“Actually. Can I also get the… margherita pizza?”

“Like a whole pizza?”

“Yes...” Eve looked at Laura, who hide her mouth behind her hand

“Um. Okay.” The waitress wrote that down as well, “Anything else for you two?”

“No, we’ll be fine with that.” Laura replied, handing the menus over to her. She left and put the orders into the kitchen while the couple continued eyeing each other up

“So, how’s work?” Eve asked, placing her hand back on the table. Laura snatched it up and kissed it before answering,

“It’s been alright. It’s hard to think about what happens there every day when I have a woman like you waiting at home for me.”

“Am I your life or something?” Eve’s face turned red. She knew how Laura was going to answer, but maybe she wanted to hear it anyway.

“You are. My heart, my reason for being even.” The other woman stared longingly at Eve

“You make me all emotional and shit…” Eve pulled her hand away to tuck her bangs back behind her ears. “And if it was anyone else but you, I’d hate it.”

“I love you too, dear.” Laura gleamed. A food runner brought their food to the table, confused when he only saw two people sitting there instead of three. He put eve’s numerous plates in front of her as Laura sat in a silent satisfaction watching Eve panic internally. He put the measly plate in front of Laura who thanked him and stabbed at a couple pieces of pasta. “Eat up.”

“Okay.” Eve mulled over what her first bite would be for a second before lifting a fry up to her mouth

“Want me to cut your steak for you?” Laura offered

“Yeah. Yeah that’d be nice.” She slid the plate across the table. Laura stole two insignificant bites of the meat in front of her before pushing the plate back to Eve once it was cut. Immediately Eve ignored the carbs and focused on eating the steak while she was mostly empty. She took a swig of the wine in between bites, trying to fight against her head’s signals to tell her when she’s full. She finished the steak first without much protest and went back to the potatoes. She made good progress through that before turning to her other entree. She grabbed a slice and brought it to her lips. She felt so full but she wanted to finish for herself. For Laura. Some sauce spilled onto her shirt and she darted her eyes down. Laura’s eyes seemed to be following hers. Laura reached across the table and dabbed at the stain with an edge of her napkin. “You’re so messy.” Laura sat back down and finished her meal, playing with her fork in between her fingers as Eve took another slice of her pizza and ate it. She pushed the plate away from herself when she was finished.

“Good girl.” Laura purred, her chin perched on her knuckles. “You must be so full.”

“I am.” Eve let out a sigh and slowly sucked her gut back in to keep the shirt from bursting at the table.

“Dessert?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Fine. I’ll take care of the bill then.” Laura hid her smirk behind a hand as she flagged down their waitress. Her foot toyed with Eve’s under the table as they waited for the bill. “Think you can make it to the car without making a mess out of yourself?”

“Yeah I should be able to.” Eve pushed her chair back, watching the way her fat rippled as she got up. She tentatively stood next to the table as she let her body settle. Laura had gotten them a table all the way across the restaurant. Eve’s face turned flushed as she started waddling across the dining room, hoping to make it to the host stand without the taut buttons coming off her shirt. Laura trailed behind her, devouring her with her eyes before holding the door for Eve. Eve tucked her face behind her bangs, hoping no one had seen her but Laura.

“That wasn’t so hard.” Laura unlocked the car doors and Eve ducked in. She sat down and let out a sigh of relief. As expected, the telltale sound the thread on the buttons stretching beyond their capability lead to a button flying onto the passenger side floor. When her stomach relaxed slightly from the release in pressure it sent three more buttons cascading off the dress shirt. Eve let out a groan as the bright red marked skin finally was able to breath. Laura threw the gear into reverse and drove them home without another word. When they pulled into the driveway Eve was the first to break the silence,

“Sorry for eating so muc…” She started

“Honey, don’t apologize.” Laura’s hand slid across the console and slipped under the hem of her ruined shirt. Her fingers sunk into her belly and massaged. “You’re so beautiful like this. Why don’t you waddle back into the house and show me how fat you really are now.”

“Fat?” Eve swallowed the lump in her throat back

“You didn’t think you were still a slim thing, did you?” Laura pursed her lips

“Yeah but I’m not that big…” Eve protested. As if to prove her wrong, the zipper of her pants busted open. “Okay. I’m fat.”

“Yes you are. You’ve gotten so big, and it’s all your fault… I told you you’d get fat.”

“Yeah, you did.” Eve’s eyes looked like they were ready to devour Laura’s lips as she talked about them

“I should really give you a physical.” Laura leaned in to kiss her, ripping the zipper off its track and throwing it haphazardly somewhere in the car. “Now get out of the car and I’ll examine you.”

“Okay.” Eve ever so delicately got out of the car, cradling the orb at her center. She sat down on the sofa in the living room before stretching out across the furniture. Laura dropped her purse by the door and grabbed a spare stethoscope she had lying around, getting into her role instantly.

“The doctor will see you now, Miss Stanheight.” Laura motioned for Eve to follow her to their bedroom. Eve sat down on their bed and curled her hands around the sheets.

“Let me get your vitals.” Laura straddled her lap as she pressed the cold metal to the center of Eve’s chest. She listened to her heartbeat and the moved it south to listen to her breathing. Then she slid the piece across to her back. Eve’s back jolted as the cold thing pressed under her shoulder blades. Laura brought Eve’s hand up to her face before ‘checking’ Eve’s pulse. “I hear you’ve been having some issues you’d like to talk about?”

“Yeah… um.” Eve feigned ignorance to her condition, “I think I’ve gained some weight.”

“Some weight.” Laura scoffed, “According to your charts you were nearly one hundred thirty pounds last time you came in, and now… I think it’s just better if you show me how much your condition has deteriorated.”

“I can do that.” Eve let out a heavy sigh and stood up. Laura pretended to take notes about Eve as she lumbered onto her feet. She handed a jump rope to Eve before telling the woman,

“If you would just show me how many times you can jump rope before becoming winded, it would help me with my assessment of your condition.” Laura explained. Eve took the two handles, one in each hand and jumped over it once before having to readjust everything. Another jump and it felt like her boobs were spilling from the top of her bra. Laura watched with bated breath as Eve’s body acted as if it were the waves in water, struggling to get back to a smooth surface. One more jump and Eve tossed the jump rope to side, firmly placing her hands on her hips as she panted like a dog. “That’s all, Miss Stanheight?”

“Yeah, that’s all I can do.” Eve huffed, “Can we cut the bullshit doctor, and you fuck me already?”

“Happily.” Laura tossed her notes away from her and dove into Eve’s personal space. She closed the distance between the two of and furiously pressed her lips against Eve’s. Her hands glided under the fabric of Eve’s bra and she lifted the garment over Eve’s head. She licked at the base of Eve’s neck, sucking to mark the not so thin woman in a part only the two of them would see. “God you’re so beautiful…”

“Tell me.” Eve’s fingers weaved in between strands of Laura’s head

“You’ve been beautiful to me since the day I met you, now there’s just more of you for me to love. I love holding your breasts in my hand knowing how my hand shaped them, how thick your legs have gotten, and most of all your stomach. I’m sure everyone looks at you while we’re out and wonders when you’re due date is…” Laura’s hand slipped between Eve’s legs and massaged her inner thigh.

“Laura… I need you.” Eve whimpered

“How do you want me, my love?” Laura looked up at Eve. Despite having talked dirty, her eyes were filled with nothing but longing for her partner. Her arms wrapped around Eve’s center while she waited for an answer.

“Can you eat me out?”

“Absolutely.” Laura used her fingertips to guide Eve back into their bed. Laura lifted Eve’s leg up and kissed her again. Laura carefully lifted Eve’s head up and let her chocolate brown hair flow across the sheets. Eve bit down on her lip as Laura rested her head cautiously against the bed.

“I love you.” Eve said, looking up at Laura

“I love you too.” Laura’s lips lingered over Eve’s collarbone before kissing across the length of her shoulders back to her center and down. Something of a cross pattern as if to worship her lover. Her hands rested on Eve’s love handles as her mouth moved south. Like the good girl that she was, Eve opened her legs for Laura’s head to rest in between her thighs. Laura returned the gesture, rubbing her cheek against the inside of Eve’s thigh before peppering a kiss onto the plush skin. She dug her nose into Eve before whispering another, lower “I love you.” Eve arched her back with anticipation as she felt Laura’s lips finally press onto her clit. She moved her hands underneath Eve’s ass and licked at her clit slowly.

“Honey…” The words poured out from Eve’s lips like water. Her hands moved from the bed sheets and onto Laura’s shoulders. Her nails dug softly into the slightly less heavy woman as Laura’s tongue dipped into Eve. “God I fucking love you…” Laura continued to press her tongue up against the inside of Eve. She worked one hand up over Eve’s thigh and pressed her down as the other woman bucked up against Laura’s touch. Eve moaned and held onto Laura tighter until she came. Laura continued servicing her partner until Eve’s legs were as weak as jello. Laura pulled herself up onto Eve’s chest and rested her head against Eve’s chest, syncing their breath to one another. “Laura?”

“Yes?” She picked her head up and looked up into her partner’s eyes.

“I-I love you.”

“I love you too dear.” Laura smiled at her and held her tightly

“No I mean… I love you.” Eve looked at her

“You love me?” Laura repeated, not sure where the differentiation lied in Eve’s words.

“Yeah… like I’ve never felt like I’ve wanted to be with someone forever, but then you…” Eve started before getting interrupted by a kiss. “I want to spend forever with you is what I was going to say… but a kiss is better. Kisses are good.”

“I love you too, my saint.”

“Saint?” Eve laughed

“The altar at which I worship, your being.” Laura ladled the praise onto Eve heavily. Eve’s face turned flush as she tried to think of words equal in measure to what Laura had given her. Laura’s lips hid in the crook of Eve’s neck, but Eve could still feel them curl up against her skin in a smile as she realized Eve was stunned into silence.

“You know anything about Greek mythology?” Eve asked

“I do.”

“Yeah. You’re like… Aphrodite. Pretty, lovely… all that crap.” Eve’s fingers

“Then you’re my Persephone. Without your presence my world is dim and lifeless. With you by my side I feel alive once more...”

“Oh my god can you shut up and stop being so sweet? You might actually kill me.” The younger woman laughed

“Whatever you say, Persephone.” Laura pressed her lips onto Eve’s skin once more for good measure. She pulled a blanket over the two of them and massaged Eve’s stomach slowly until her partner was in the ideal state of overfed bliss.

[longing-for-rain]

A lot of the Kataang shippers think they're feminists because they yurify their straight ship instead of shipping actual female characters together, and they call Aang a "malewife" as if that term isn't blatantly sexist. Seen a lot of Zutaras do those things too, but not to the same extent. I always felt uncomfortable with Kataang because it has so many more male fans proportionately compared to most other ships in the Avatar fandom. I don't like Maiko but I don't have the same issue with it because you can tell that most Maiko shippers are female. These two fanbases just give off very different vibes, if that makes sense.

I’ve seen that, yes, it’s both disgusting and painfully ironic.

I know Zutara shippers aren’t saints when it comes to misogyny and homophobia (not opening that can of worms in this post but uhhhh it can get bad), but kataangs are under this delusional impression that their ship is somehow gender nonconforming or that it’s “queer” because it isn’t traditional.

Sorry to break it to you all…but kataang is probably the most painfully heterosexual ship in the entire fandom. Aang’s “feminine” traits (which he would canonically be enraged if you referred to them that way) are just him being childish. Kataang is a relationship in which the woman does all of the emotional labor and is constantly putting aside her own wants and needs for the sake of the man. You can’t really get more heterosexual than that.

“Yuri” my ass. Keep lesbians out of your mouth unless you’re literally writing an AU in which the male character is female. Which I rarely ever see. You just want to make your bland het ship “queer” to seem cool but you’re really just being stupid and homophobic.

Also yes agree on Maiko. I honestly like Maiko and find the fans pretty chill. Definitely has to do with the fact that most of the fans are female. I really like how Maiko is about a woman not having to change and still being loved.

[wimbledonstrawberry]

What did you find out about fandoms being resistance to w/w?

hi anon! well, for context, my bff and I started talking about this because someone from our other fandom came up with a ficfest focused in w/w ships. it was a quick mini-fest to boost the w/w writings and we ended up talking about how difficult it has been for us to read fics. for me, it can explained on mainly three points:

misogyny related to fandoms. we often think that there are less w/w because of lack of interest, but its deeper than that. fandom talks require a gender-based focus because fan spaces are often associated with huge female-based fandoms. m/m has been the norm for years, and it can be explained in the way writers (who are often women and queer people) are the ones who move the fan spaces. Now I'm not sure if this is the case in tennisrpf but its something that can be see in fandoms in general. there is this short documentary explaining the importance of fanbases for the establishment (in regards to boybands and girlgroups) and how they are seen as a female dominated area and therefore, end up being dismissed as less important. in sports this is tricky, because sports are historically seen as male-dominated spaces, hence things as fan community, edits and writing are seen as cringe or girly (they are not. but its the common societal assumption). so if we follow the same logic, its harder to infiltrate these spaces. it's not impossible tho, but it has never been the norm. hence, the disparity in content. so to summarize, there is a deep root of misogyny when thinking about fandoms, as fanbases and fan activities are seen as feminine, so when we encounter ourselves in male-dominated fanbases, its difficult to generate community to develop things as writing (its all based for me in fandom environments).

however, I think that is completely normal to complain, but also there should be a motivation for writers to try and write more.

writing is not easy, it takes time and passion and its hard for authors when you're used to m/m pairings getting 30 kudos and then posting something that will eventually get like four (not saying this is the case for every author, but it's something I've seen a lot and I've seen authors talking about). how can we change that? supporting authors! you're the change you want to see in the fandom, so share with your friends, with your mutuals, with your circles, share and kudo!!. also I believe exchanges and fests are a great opportunity. commission authors, create things for inspiration, share a prompt, is not impossible to fill the tags.

"objectivization" in m/m rpf. when we were having this chat, my bff shared this video essay to support her point that we are more comfortable with objectifying men (which is an enormous dilemma on how we, as a society, end up infantilizing women and having a deep double standard that we don't notice until we start having such discussions). so, if we follow the basis that more writers are women and queer people, we will be more comfortable with writing m/m. Another thing the video points out is that writing something completely different to you frees you from your own body, which detaches us from former experiences, romances and societal canons. it literally allows you to detach yourself from a certain bias and its the reason why we enjoy m/m more (to say something). now, I can point out that fanfiction is also a way to cope with things, and sometimes we need to relate to something without it hitting too close to home.

For example, sometimes is easier to yurify the yaoi (my bff words haha) because we are practically focusing on the same m/m but in a completely alternative situation. or you can explore gender and sexuality through characters that will not care about this ever, it gets easier in a way.

The video essay is super good, I really recommend it even when its based in general media. I literally haven't thought about the implications of these all in sports fandoms until the discourse here in the past days.

Sexualisation & Infantilization in regards w/w. related to the other points I already made, there is also this super amazing video essay on why we keep asking for more w/w but we feel like we are screaming into the void. the video addresses how mlm is often seen from a more sexualized point of view than wlw, because again, is easier to detach yourself from your own body like that. also, notice how this always ends up being about sexuality when fanfiction is waaaay more (this goes for another discussion on why gen fics and platonic fics are less famous). but well, the point goes to how hard is to overcome structural preconceptions and sometimes even guilt (sorry I was raised catholic) to write. it all relates, but again, comes to the point that the issue is not the lack of popularity or the lack of interest, but it comes to deeper fandom-culture related issues that we don't often see.

This is just my opinion I'm not like a fanfiction expert in anyway, and I really want to like try to make sense of how this can apply specifically to our fandom but I'm here talking in general. I might be wrong and also always super open to discussions, so thank you so much for the ask and I apologize if what I said makes zero sense.

[hoffstrap-yuri]

A Glimmer of Hope

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Laura had thought about all the filthy things she could do to Eve when they were free, and now they were. It's time to let her imagination do a little more than just imagine.

*Rating: Rated M for Mature (Minor Explicit Content)

*Content/Tags: Lesbian Characters, WLW Romance, Chainshipping, Light Angst, Injury Mention

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

The blonde in the room took a deep breath and held it as she took the wooden box and slammed it onto her ankle as hard as her adrenaline would let her. Her mouth let out a blood curdling scream as the pain ran up her leg and to her brain telling the doctor what she was doing wasn’t natural. Really though, nothing about her current situation was natural. She batted the tears collecting at the edge of her eyes away and carefully moved the now limp foot out of the shackle she had been chained up. It hurt so badly. She wanted to cry out again, but was just glad her foot was no longer attached to the wall. She was free. She looked over at the brunette across from her with pleading eyes before saying to her,

“Just do what I did.”

“Okay.” The brunette looked down at her foot with the same level of trepidation the doctor had before reaching at the porcelain toilet cover at her side. She felt around before wrapping her hand around the edge and holding it tight. Her eyes darted up in a quick prayer for a second before taking the oblong object and beating her foot until blood seeped into the white grout. She sobbed in pain with every swing she took until her foot was free from the chain and she looked up at the doctor with a wide smile. Her face was still plastered with tears, but she began to crawl over to the other woman. The blonde met with her almost halfway across the room where she wrapped her hands around the brunette’s face, pulling her in for a kiss. The other woman returned the gesture passionately, pressing her hands onto the thicker woman’s hips as she pulled herself closer. “Laura...”

“Eve... Eve...” Laura repeated in between soft pecks and deep moans. Her arms wrap tightly around the other woman, sitting her on top of her lap in one fluid movement. Eve squeaked ever so slightly and slid her hands up to rest on the back of Laura’s neck. “You’re so beautiful, Laura.... Like an angel.” Eve whispered against Laura’s neck. She hid her face in the crook of the other woman’s neck before Laura pressed her lips onto the crown of Eve’s head and pulled Eve’s face away from her to look in her eyes.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you are, my sweet carnation.” Laura swept Eve’s bangs away from her eyes

and gazed into the teal eyes before her. “I could devour you...”

“Yeah?” Eve bit her lip and gave Laura the most sensual gaze she’d shared with another woman up until that point.

“Just say you’re mine.” Laura breathed into Eve’s mouth, sinking her teeth into Eve’s lips.

“I’m yours.” Eve moaned, “I’m yours for as long as we live.”

Laura worked her hands up Eve’s bony little frame, stopping for a second to comment, “You’re so

beautiful... but you’d be an even more beautiful woman with some weight on you.”

“Yeah?” Eve laughed, looking down at her body and the way that Laura’s hands clung to her like she

would never feel again.

“Yeah.” Laura just repeated for her, moving her lips down along Eve’s jawline. Her hands worked their way up the skin tight tank top Eve was wearing and she played with the thick bra straps that were struggling to stay flush against the younger woman’s collarbone. The strap was thick in contrast with the spaghetti straps holding the shirt up. She slipped the straps off to the side of her arms and brought her lips back up to pepper the curve of her jaw with tender kisses. She stopped a moment and lingered over her neck, matching her heartbeat to the faint pulse pounding under Eve’s skin. Eve seemed so fragile in her arms, like a hair away from death. Her whole body shook when she took a deep breath and it’d be almost endearing if they weren’t in the circumstances they were in. Laura wanted to worship every last inch of skin but knew they needed to get help. “Do you think you can stand?”

“Yeah probably.” Eve huffed a little, pulling her hands off the other woman and tried pushing straight up. She yelped as she realized her foot was in no way ready to have weight put on it and shoved her head into the dirty floor. Lara could hear the muffled sob of pain underneath the dark mass of hair.

“Here… Let me use the wall to get up.” Laura inched away from Eve, and carefully propped herself up onto her knees. She took a deep breath as she maneuvered herself onto her one functional leg, praying she wouldn’t slip on some water on her way up. She hopped, dragging her foot along, back to Eve and carefully held her hands. “I’m up, I’ve got you. You can do this Eve.”

“No.” Eve shook her head and flopped her arms out of Laura’s grasp. Laura let out a sigh before reminding Eve to trust her just once more. Eve held her arms up over her head and Laura helped to pull her up onto her knees.

“Here, you can use the side of the bathtub…” Laura guided her to the other side of the room, “We’re almost there… we’ll be free of this soon.”

“I can do this…” Eve whispered to herself before getting onto her good foot. She wrapped her arms tightly around Laura and buried her head into the other woman’s neck when they were both standing. Laura pressed her lips on the crown of Eve’s head and rubbed a circle around her back to calm her down. Laura’s shirt was stained with tears before Eve pulled herself off the doctor and asked, “Now what?”

“Now… now we get out of here.” Laura nodded to herself and wrapped an arm under Eve to help steady her. Whatever pain she was in, she could ignore… she was just so worried about the other woman and her safety in that moment

“Hey, Laura?”

“Yes?”

“Promise me…” Eve giggled to herself, “It’s stupid.”

“Anything for you.”

“Can I get a thousand dollars once we’re done?”

“That’s it?” Laura looked at her, almost incredulous

“No. No.” Eve quickly backtracked, “Just, promise me you’ll come and see me at the hospital?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well… it’s just when you get home you get to see Alison and Diana… and I don’t really have anyone.”

“We’ll visit… Diana and I anyway.” Her eyes darted away. Eve nodded, realizing she was being a bit of a homewrecker. Was it really her fault though if Laura returned her feelings? Her eyes grew heavy and she leaned into Laura’s weight a bit more

“They’re down here!” A man shouted and Eve titled her head up. Laura’s arms were around her tightly until they were gone completely. She sat up on the stretcher she was forced onto and reached out for the other woman, before a paramedic held her down. Her chest heaved as she was pulled further away from Laura and the paramedics talked over her. As they put her into the ambulance, she saw another woman run into Laura’s arms and kiss her. She looked so relieved as her hands rested against Laura’s cheeks and started to tear up. Eve made one more attempt to reach for Laura before the ambulance door closed in her face.

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“Honey… I’m so sorry.” Alison whispered in between flashes from numerous cameras. Laura pried her partner’s hands off from her face and held onto them. It was a touch impersonal, but she couldn’t look into Alison’s eyes without thinking about how before she got taken by the Jigsaw killer their relationship was apathetic at best. “I promise… I’ll do anything to keep us together.” She pressed her lips onto Laura’s cheek and smiled when she pulled away. The paramedics attending to Laura made her slide onto the stretcher and let Alison stand beside her until she was put into the ambulance. Some detectives scurried down into the basement to get a look for any other would be survivors even though Laura was sure no one else would make it out. She took a deep breath when the door slammed shut and the motor hummed to life.

“This must be weird for you, huh doc?” The paramedic tried to strike up conversation with the woman

“A little.” She replied, “I apologize, I’m not exactly in the mood to talk.”

“Fair enough.” The woman shrugged and ran over a basic vitals test with Laura. Other than some minor damage to her head Laura knew she’d be fine, and even though she’d be fine too, she couldn’t help to worry about Eve. Had she even been to a hospital before? Would she be okay when the doctors set her foot in a cast? She had to ask, “The other woman, Eve Stanheight… we’re going to the same hospital are we not?”

“Yeah, you will be.”

“Okay.” She shut her eyes slowly and let the rhythm of the ambulance sway her to sleep. The next couple of hours were a blur. Laura talked with damn near every one of her coworkers for a couple minutes between moving rooms. When her foot was set and she had her own room, she tried to sleep. Every time she heard a scream her head would crane over to the door, trying to make sure it wasn’t Eve. Her heart raced in her throat as she worried more and more for the other woman. Then her heart stopped. There was still the issue with Alison. Alison. Alison who would probably come and visit her any moment. The woman whose heart she’d have to break… She banged her head against the pillow underneath her as she contemplated how to tell her she’d fallen out of love with her partner. The light flicked on and she heard soft familiar footsteps head towards her. She pulled herself up and looked at Alison.

“Ali…” The name caught in the back of Laura’s throat and her partner leaned in to kiss her

“It’s okay…” She nestled into the crook of Laura’s neck after their lips had made contact, “We’ll be okay.”

Rather than brooch the topic of their relationship, Laura asked quietly “Is Diana okay?”

“Yeah. She’s okay.” Alison reached out to run a hand along the back of Laura’s head before Laura’s hand interjected, pushing her partner’s fingers away. “She’s a little shaken up, but we’re going to be okay.”

“Okay… I’m sorry you both went through that.”

“It’s okay, what matter’s is that you’re okay… Diana can’t wait for you to come home.”

“Who’s watching her?”

“My friend.”

“Okay.” Laura took a deep breath and closed her eyes. After a silence hung in the air Laura piped up, “I need to talk to you.”

“What is it?” Alison sat on the side of Laura’s bed and held Laura’s hand

“I… Before I got kidnapped, I was going to cheat on you.” She told her

“It’s okay, like I said we’ll work on it…” Alison started before getting cut off by Laura

“No. It’s not. It’s not something we can fix. I… I don’t want to fix it.”

“What are you saying?”

“Even though I didn’t cheat on you then… I’ve found someone else that I care about.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s Eve. I’ve fallen for her.”

“Are you kidding?” Alison laughed, “What… did your colleagues give you one painkiller too many?”

“I’m being serious. I’m in love with Eve.”

“Now I know you’re kidding. You couldn’t possibly be in love with her. You’ve known her for a day. Less than that maybe… are you sure you’re in the right mental state to even say stuff like this? I mean… if you feel that way then what does that mean? That you never loved me in all those years I’ve been by your side, huh?”

“Ali.”

“No.” Alison stood up, “Don’t you dare call me that right now, not when you went through all that. Not when you made Diana and I go through all that and for what?”

Her words, while full of malice and bitterness, rung true. “I know how I feel about her, and nothing you say can change my mind.” Alison turned on her heels and stormed out of the room before running back and screaming,

“I’ll make sure you never see Diana again, you bitch!”

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Eve woke up in a bed. She held onto the sheet underneath her as she tried to figure out how she got there. She must’ve passed out at some point while they fixed her foot, but she nervously checked under the blanket to make sure her foot was still in tact.

“This cast’s ugly as hell.” She muttered under her breath and rolled onto her side. A nurse came in and asked how she felt. She shrugged and said something along the lines of, ‘Good as I can be’ and the nurse left her alone. She shut her eyes again to sleep, but saw the vivid image of the man bloodied, lying on the floor of that bathroom. Her eyelids shot open and her breath sped up. No, that was over. She didn’t need to worry about that. It didn’t matter. It didn’t fucking matter anymore. She rolled onto her other side, and despite the discomfort in her leg, looked out the window. It was the dead of night but the streetlight managed to shine into her room. It almost made her feel at ease. One day soon she’d be out at a friend’s rock show and it’ll be like none of this happened. The only thing she could wish for now was… Laura. She tucked her head on the side of her pillow as she thought about the other woman. She had definite feelings for her, and yet when she saw the way that her partner kissed her… Eve knew she wasn’t anywhere near Laura Gordon’s league. Laura was an established, career-driven woman with a family. Brilliant… with even more beautiful blue eyes. Eve was just… well a fuck-up in all rights. No family, a handful of friends, a freelance photographer with the crappiest apartment odd jobs could afford. Laura’s wife probably was about as smart as she was, or more. She definitely was prettier than Eve, anyone with eyes could see that. What with her ratty, dingy brown streaks called hair and the way her nose looked… Eve didn’t even realize her eyes had begun to tear up until a warm stream ran down her cheek and stained the pillow. Her chest heaved as she sucked in air that turned her quiet tears to a loud sob. Luckily for her, nurses didn’t come in to check on her but she almost could’ve used the company. Even if they had, nobody would blame her for crying, right? They would think that it was just nerves from going through being kidnapped and subjected to play a little game for her life. It almost seemed childish when she thought about why she was crying. To cry over the feelings she had for a grown woman when they both had just barely survived? She used her free hand and wiped away the waterworks before taking a deep breath and forcing her body to shut itself down enough for a rest. When she woke up she heard a commotion from outside her room. Her door opened slowly and Laura rolled in in a wheelchair. She sat up quickly and reached out to the other woman, who pushed herself forward to get to the side of Eve’s bed.

“You’re okay.” Were the first words Laura said to Eve. Eve’s lips curled up and nodded. Despite the nurse’s protest, Laura got up and put weight on her good foot so she could sit on the side of Eve’s bed. Eve’s arms connected to Laura and her hands rested against Eve’s back and head. She quietly repeated, “You’re okay….”

“You must’ve missed me.” Eve settled back into her familiar sense of sarcasm as her nose nuzzled into Laura’s neck. Laura pulled away from the other woman for a second before clearing her throat. The nurse quickly closed the door behind her and left the two of them alone, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Laura looked down at her, “I spent all night worrying about you…”

“You did?” Eve’s voice cracked

“I did, if you can believe it. I kept thinking things, foolish things like: ‘has she ever been to a hospital? Would she know that I was here?’.”

“You worry too much.” Eve snuck a hand underneath Laura’s shirt. She ran a finger along the other woman’s spine. It wasn’t all… well spiny like hers was. It was a solid divot but had enough fat surrounding it it didn’t feel like the discs would stab its way through the skin. Not like Eve’s lithe frame. When her sense got the better of her, she pulled that hand back, only for Laura to guide it back up there. “What about… your wife?”

“I… I told her I was through.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not your fault.” Laura looked at her with soft eyes, begging for Eve’s touch. “You were spying on me, you must know how I felt about her before the bathroom.”

“Yeah… I saw you weren’t very happy with her.” “I’d fallen out of love with her years ago… Please, just let me be with you now.”

Eve shook her head and scooted away from Laura on the bed, “What if she’s right?”

“Who’s right?”

“Your wife. What if down the road after the dust settles, when we’re years away from this… will you still love me then?”

“Eve…” Laura looked at her with wide eyes. Eve had to keep hers shut just so that she wouldn’t be swayed. Laura reached for her hand and grasped it between her palms. It was warm and comforting. “Please believe me when I tell you that I want to be yours. Only yours for the rest of our lives. Even if it ends tomorrow you’re the one I want to have at my side. As my equal.”

“It just all sounds too good to be true. Next thing I know, my dad will pop out from around the corner and tell me you’re some kind of actress he hired.”

“Eve.” Laura sighed softly as she swept the bangs away from the other woman’s face. When Eve looked into her eyes again, Laura pressed her lips onto Eve’s forehead. Eve’s hands rested at her side before working a hand back up Laura’s shirt

“Just… say it one more time.” She stared into Laura’s soul, “Tell me that you’re mine or how you want me… so I know this is real.”

“Eve, you will be my everything from this point on. My every breath belongs to you, and every tear I shed is shed in your glory.”

“That’s so over the top.” Eve had to laugh. Anything to break the tension that had built up between the two of them. Laura carefully hooked her good leg over Eve’s lap and rested on her. Eve’s other hand slid up under the fabric and looked up at the older woman. She quietly mumbled, “So pretty.”

“You’re ethereal.” Laura pressed her front into Eve’s chest and kissed her on the lips. Eve’s hands trailed up her back and felt around for the clasps on the back of her bra. Laura pulled away only to lift her shirt off over her head and asked, “Better?”

“The view’s nicer.” Eve bit the edge of her lip as she drank in the sight of Laura’s softer body. Laura gave her a soft half smile and bunched her hair over to one side, leaving a shoulder open for Eve. Eve pulled herself forward and pressed her lips onto Laura’s collarbone. How did the other woman manage to make antiseptic smell good against her skin? She made a soft whining noise and Laura ran a hand through her hair. “We probably shouldn’t go any further than this… at least not at a hospital.”

“Damn, and I even know where the gynecologists keep the dental dams.” Laura huffed. Eve looked at her with deer in the headlight eyes before realizing that Laura Gordon had made a joke. “But that’s okay, gives me a reason to get through physical therapy as fast as I can.”

“What’s in it for me then?” Eve asked her, handing the doctor her shirt

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell, my dear.” Laura smirked, “But I’ll just say, you haven’t seen anything from me just yet.”

Eve was almost upset that Laura would leave her like this when she saw how desperate the woman was for touch. Almost. The wait would be so worth it.

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And this just in, the infamous Jigsaw Killer, a man identified as Mr. John Kramer, was found dead in the room where heiress Laura Gordon and another woman were being held. While TSVN doesn’t currently have all the details, it seems as though his heart stopped nearly twelve hours ago. It’s not known if he was killed by Ms Gordon or this was self-inflicted. It has also been reported that there was another woman caught on camera from a nearby warehouse entering with an unconscious woman around the same time that Ms. Gordon was reported missing. We’ll continue following this story as more details emerge. Reporting live...