It Ticks Me Off Sometimes When Y/N Doesnt Mind Her Business Or Respect Boundaries Like If They Dont Want

It ticks me off sometimes when Y/N doesn’t mind her business or respect boundaries… like if they don’t want you coming into the room stop trying to force your way in etc it’s hella cringe

Let's say it.

Writing a "x reader" and then adding a description on the appearence of the reader is doing the opposite of what you wanna do.

I'm precisely talking about ghost x reader fics, male, gn or female almost everyone does that.

If you want to do it, there's no problem but at least specify it somewhere. If it's because, you yourself, look like this, then specify it's a self-insert.

I personally think adding description cuts the vibe of the fic but also does not respect "reader's rule".

It does concern when you add about the skin color, the color of your lips, cheeks, all those kinds of things. It can be hard to take it out of your vocabulary as i myself made those mistakes before, but for sure it just does not include poc people, which is not fair for them let's be honest.

Besides that, the reader is supposed to be inclusive but also neutral. Not talking about gender (you should still specify it!), but about the appearance.

It is quite unnerving and displeasant when you've been reading the fic since a moment then you get hit by the "woman with a curve" or the "you were a bulky man".

It feels like, when you're reading a story, you're in the middle of it and suddenly they describe their main character's appearance. It quickly ruins the vibe of the story.

My personal thoughts on Black x Readers as an African American

You know something that I constantly wonder about? How most (insert character here) x Black!Reader's are usually dark smut fics.

Like I go to look for a fluffy fic and all I find is y/n getting railed in their sleep non-consensually! These stories always have a bittersweet twisted ending. Now if that's your thing go off but NOT IN EVERY S I N G L E STORY! You don't look up x black!reader smut non-con you just look up x black!reader and that's all that's there.

In my experience of searching AND I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING, most of the time the fic doesn't even mention the reader being black or only gives like 1 description like "y/n's luscious black curls" AND THAT'S IT!

Most of the time the tag x Black!reader feels more like just a tag to get reads rather than an actual attempt at creating more representation!

The thing that I think gets under my skin the most is the fact that most of the stories are FULL of stereotypes about African Americans! The tags almost always have the Daddy kink, choking kink, spit kink, Drug use, toxic relationships, abuse of some sort! Or there are like 40 tags of black Y/n getting SPECIFICALLY violently fucked!

OR the story points out how y/n "picked out her huge afro and put on her large hoop earrings" or "y/n put on their Air Jordans and went to see their baby daddy for the child support that he owes" (I'M SERIOUS)!

I just wish that there was more appropriate representation in the x reader community rather than the few good stories that we are given. BECAUSE TRUST ME there are some really good cute ones that have fluff or romantic smut or getting railed BUT that's not the WHOLE DAMN STORY (and even if it is it's done in a respectful manner!)but there are so few.

And I can already here the argument "WELL, WHY DON'T YOU CREATE SOME REPRESENTATION YoURSeLf!" I will. Not much will change if I only complain about it and I am aware of that BUT it is not my responsibility to create every peice of representation that appropriately represents my community.

One peice of positive representation versus 100 peices of "representation" can only change but so much.

But then again that's why I'm writing this post if I want to see change the first thing I have to do is at least bring attention to what I see as the issue.

But what are your thoughts on the issue?

If I have to read one more time that Im blushing Im going to lose it. Or even playing with my hair at night, half of the time Im looking at the screen with my bonnet on like 🤨 come on now. Back to blushing situation like I hope some of y'all know that not everyones blush is visible. But anyways I love y'all black writers out there🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

Stop putting your OC in the X reader tag. We’re here to read about us not you or your character. If I wanted to read x oc I’d search it

Guys. Stop tagging your OC stories as X reader. It’s hard to sift through and I don’t go to the x reader tag for OC’s I don’t care about .

I’m intrigued as to what happens next

Colliding Hearts

A/N: well this is the last update until the New year! So let’s leave 2022 with a bang.

The Handsome Hobo

A few weeks had passed since the incident and it had all but disappeared from Y/Ns mind, why should she focus on that one thing when she already had so many other distractions.

Her life had been a non stop rollercoaster since the moment she left the Hospital, first of all Y/N had bills that had to be paid and was having to do overtime at the bar just to stay afloat.

Y/N was a budding Photographer, her main area of interest was photojournalism. Y/N loved capturing people in the moment when they weren’t focused on looking perfect for the camera. Her interest had started when she was only a little girl and her father would let her use an old film camera they owned, it wasn’t uncommon to see her carrying the camera with her wherever she went. So for her 13th Birthday her parents had surprised her with her very own digital camera and ever since then Y/N knew she wanted to Be a professional photographer. Well that was easier said than done.

Y/N had set up her own website and regularly added new pieces she had done, but as of yet she hadn’t had any serious biters, sure she would have a buyer every couple of months that would purchases a few pieces but that’s was very far and few between, she had done some wedding photography for people she knew which had given her a little extra Cash, but it still wasn’t enough to keep a roof over her head or gas in a car.

So during the day she was bartending at her local bar, 6 days a well she worked the day and night shifts serving beer and chicken wings with a boss named Dale always looking over her shoulder. Dale was sleazy with not only his employees wages but also with how he treated Y/N and the other female employees.

Dale hadn’t been one to keep his views on women to himself, in his mind women were only good for two things serving beer and looking pretty.

It was no wonder they had a turn over of so many employees quitting.

Still she was not going to think about that today, it was Melissa’s bridal fitting today and she had invited Most of the women in the family to attend.

So squished together on a set of sofas in the small bridal boutique in town was, Y/N, her mother Pam, Melissa’s mother Cheryl, Y/N’s grandmother, Rachel Y/Ns older sister, Miquel Y/N’s sister-in-law, Candace Y/Ns other sister-in-law, Rosie who was Melissa’s sister and maid of honour, not to mention Tiffany, Lilly, Carly & Jennifer as bridesmaids.

Currently they were all watching Melissa who was standing in front of the mirrors as the seamstress was making adjustments to her dress.

With the wedding only a few months away everyone was busy making the finals preparations that needed it be done.

“So what do you guys think?”

With the wedding taking place on the first week in December Melissa and Y/N’s brother Joshua were planning to get married at their local community centre. With both Melissa and Joshua working on minimum wage not to mention the cost of raising two children and paying bill’s their wedding had to take a back burner, family and friends had offered to contribute to the day but both Melissa and Joshua were too proud to accept any type of money.

“You look beautiful.”

Everyone agreed with Cheryl’s statement.

The one thing Y/N’s and Melissa’s family had refused to budget on was Melissa’s dress, they were all contributing to make sure that Melissa was able to get her dream dress.

“I’m just worried, the top still feels a little loose.”Melissa spoke while running very hands over the satin bodice of the dress.

Y/N pursed her lips before offering her own wisdom.

“Well once it’s been taken in it should be okay.”

Melissa returned Y/N’s comforting words with a nervous grin.

Not much happened after that, and the appointment went along smoothly, the bridesmaid dresses were already out for deliver so they would be arriving in a few day’s. With the appointment over everyone began to disburse, Pam had offered to buy lunch for everyone however Y/N had to unfortunately decline, so as her family member’s walked towards the town square Y/N went in the other direction.

She had it get to Sal’s before it shut, her roof was leaking again and she was running out of buckets to use. She had already complained to the landlord but he was as useful as a brick.

So it was up to her to fix the problem herself, at least temporarily. But obviously the universe likie to mess with her, drops of rain were beginning to fall.

Oh, that was just great.

She hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella, and the rain was getting faster and more intense. Y/N desperately looked around for some sheets when she spotted an awning that was in front of a shop.

With her shoes and socks drenched Y/N rushed towards the shelter.

Once she was safely under it Y/N let out a breath, only a few moments ago it was clear and now look at it.

The rain was so intense you would be lucky if you could see 5 feet in front of you.

“Raining like cat and dogs ain’t it.”

“You can say that.” Y/N looked to her left and almost gave a yelp.

Seriously?

It was him.

The Elvis guy.

Except this guy looked haggard. There was no other words he could say.

His dark hair was lying flat against his head and looked greasy, he was wearing the same clothes as when she had first met him but they now looked like they belonged in the bin. Hole’s and stains littered the once silky fabric, the Elvis man himself wasn’t looking much better, his once smooth skin was dirty and fresh grazes lined his face. Y/N wasn’t even Going to comment on the smell.

“Elvis?”

‘Elvis’looked up from where we was resting on the floor with hope.

“You know me.” The hope and elation was clear as day, it almost made Y/N’s heart Give a tug.

“It Y/N, the women from the hospital.”

For a brief moment disappointment appeared before it was quickly covered with a grin.

“Well I didn’t think I’d see you again doll.”

There was that voice again, the voice Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about. Even till this day it sent shivers up her spine.

“Me neither, what are you doing here?”

From the state of his Y/N had an idea yet she didn’t want to say it out loud, for what it implied made her feel Sick.

“Well doll, I was tryin ta find some cover and plan my next move.”

Since it didn’t look like the rain was going to stop anything soon and her legs were beginning to ache Y/N took a seat on the cold and concrete floor next to ‘Elvis’

“What do you think that will be?”

‘Elvis’ shrugged his shoulders.

“Well the park is out, I was told by the cops that if I returned there they would arrest me, i tried a local shelter but they were already full so I’m debating on a bench at the train station or in the alleyway behind this shop.”

Her suspicions had been proven correct.

Tears filled her eye’s, it was almost surreal, she barely knew this man yet here she was shedding tears over him.

“What happened Elvis?”

“I got discharged and was left on my own after that, I had a bit of change in my pocket and was able to find a pay phone, I began callin people, but it was hopeless. I couldn’t get hold of anyone and I now know why. Honestly at first I didn’t Believe it, I mean it was impossible you already read about it in comics and books but ya never think you’ll actually get to experience it.”

“Experience what?”

‘Elvis’ quirked his lips and eyebrows before answering.

“Time travel.”

I’m sorry what?

This should of given Y/N enough motivation to run for the hills.

Here was a guy claiming to if time traveled, it was ludicrous.

Y/N let ‘Elvis’ continue speaking.

“It makes sense, I go to sleep in my own bed and next thing I know I’m walking in some woods and in a hospital with doctors and nurses with strange electronic items and none of my phone numbers are working.”

Y/N should definitely be leaving now, no one would blame her.

But yet she stayed.

“So your a time travels?”

‘Elvis’ let and a laugh and looked down before once again look at Y/N.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, I know you I must think me crazier than a road lizard.”

Something like that.

The rain had finally turned to a light drizzle, enough that you could safely walk in it.

‘Elvis’ too had noticed.

“Well I best be gettin a move on.”

‘Elvis’ stood up and began brushing of his dirty trousers but it didn’t make much difference.

Y/N too got up.

“It was real nice talkin to ya once more, it’s nice to actually speak to someone who didn’t look at me with disgust or unease.” The resigned smiled ‘Elvis’ have was almost enough to shatter Y/N’s heart right there and them.

‘Elvis’ began to walk away.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, making ‘Elvis’ stop in his tracks and turns to face her.

“Let me take you to my place. The least I can do is offer you a hot meal and a shower after hiting you with my car.”

The bashful smile on his face was probably the most adorable thing she had ever seen.

“Please, I don’t want to intrude.”

“I want to.”

“Alright then, please lead the way.”

Y/N beckoned ‘Elvis’ to follow her all the while thinking to herself what the hell hd she gotten into.