#don’t make me write the fanfic goddamnit

[gotmolokoplus]

Ugh it just occurred to me that if the Crows are chill in Veilguard it might be because Zevran and the Warden succeeded in killing enough guildmasters to completely overhaul how the Crows operated and that would mean Zevran did, in fact, have a meltdown over an earring for exactly this.

[tastybluesprite]

A Not so Relaxing Break

Okay so I wanted to write for these two soooo bad. But I had to wait until I could actually see the movie lmao. Anyway the movie was incredible! Enjoyed every second. Seeing Logan officially return is just so amazing and I’m so exited because I love his character so much. Also, I’m thinking of maybe doing a part two for this fix because I really wanted to write lee!Wade but got tired lol. Anyway please enjoy this fic!

Warnings: Lots of cussing, and some crude jokes (this is a Deadpool fanfic)

Summery: Logan just cant seem to catch a break with Wade

Logan sighed as he rubbed his eyes a bit. The fire was heating him up nicely, but it made him a bit sleepy. Wade sat next to him him, mesmerized by the flames.

“Yknow peanut… I’m only saying this because I’m getting a more intimate vibe right now, but I would love to fuck you right here right now if we had a softer surface.”

Logan just stared deadpannedly at the fire. He was slowly becoming more accustomed to Wades shenanigans and jokes.

“Does everything with you have to be perverted?” He asked wearily.

Wade grinned. “Yup. It’s kind of important to my character.”

Logan was about to tell him how that wasn’t something to be proud of, but thought better of It. He wasn’t about to entertain his nonsense more.

Wade sighed. “Man I am bored. I feel like we’ve been here for hours.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “It’s only been ten minutes.”

Wade scoffed playfully. “And how would you know genius?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “It’s a rough estimate, dipshit.”

Wade scoffed again, this time in mock offense. “How dare you! I’ll have you know that I am a proud dipshit! At least I don’t have the fattest stick up my ass like a fucking human puppet. I’m trying so hard to pull it out of you but goddamnit, you’re a fighter.”

Suddenly after that, there was a sudden noise. A small coughing, snorty type noise. Wade looked at Logan, a bit surprised. No fucking way…

“Hold on… you almost laughed… you thought that was funny…” Wade said, slowly smiling under his mask. It was a statement of realization.

Logan quickly frowned, clearing his throat again and dragging his hand down his mouth, and shrugged. “Uh. No… no I didn’t...”

Wade wasn’t about to let this go. “No… no no no… you think I’m funny… you laughed… you liked that joke…” his grin only widened under his mask.

“Look, I didn’t laugh. I… had an itch in my throat…”

“Oh you fucking liar!” Wade said with a chuckle. His finger poking out towards Logan.

Logan stiffened up and pushed at his hand.

“Stop it…” Logan growled tensely.

“I don’t believe it! My favorite little power bottom is finally gaining a sense of humor! Good for you!”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Shut up already.”

Wade only took that as an invitation to keep going.

“Come on… just admit I’m funny…” he said, trying to poke at his side. Logan tensed up more and growled slightly, trying to swat Wades hand away.

“N-never… in a m-million… years…” he managed out through clenched teeth, trying to push at Wades hands.

“What’s this…? Am I making you… tense~?” The merc with a mouth grinned. He poked more as Logan tried to push him off.

Suddenly he jabbed his lower ribs, and the Wolverine let out a yelp.

Wade grinned more. “I don’t believe it. The Wolverine is not only gaining a sense of humor, but he’s ticklish too? Incredible.”

“Stay the fuck away from me you pervert.”Logan glared.

Suddenly Wade had tackled him to the ground of the forest. Making sure it was sudden enough that Logan wouldn’t have the time to react. He immediately attacked the man’s sides.

Logan sucked in a sharp inhale, trying to hold in laughter.

“Come on Wolvie-Wolvie~ Even depressing and tragic grumps like you are allowed to laugh~” Wade grinned as he scratched his fingers up his yellow suited friends ribs.

Logan could only squirm and push against him, but it was no use.

“D-Damn… y-you… AH! Fuhuhuhuck!!!” Logan cried out with new released laughter when Wade found his stomach, digging in gently.

Wade tisked and mockingly shook his head. “Language you bad wolf cub. Does daddy wolf need to punish you?"

"F-Fuhuhuck y-yohohohhuuu!!!" Logan protested in his laughter, squirming and kicking under him.

Wade laughed and continued his relentless attack. “Oh this is just amazing!”

Logan finally managed to lift his hands and unleashed his adamantium claws, swinging them towards Wade.

“Oops…! Play nice now…” Wade grinned more and grabbed his wrists. He crossed them as if they were square hand bag handles above his head. Logan almost broke free from the grip, but the poor mutant weakened when Wade began to use his free hand, and gently scratch at his now vulnerable ribs.

Logan arched his back slightly. He tried to hold it in, but failed as low and wheezy laughter escaped.

“Ohohoho shihihihihittt ahahahaha Whahahahade yohohohohu ahahahasshohohole!!!” Logan cried out, trying to sound angry. However it’s hard for one to sound angry when helplessly laughing against their will.

Wade just grinned at the sight. “This is amazing. To think that the cool tough and strong Wolverine could be weakened by just a few fingers? Never would I have believed it.”

He went down to his lower ribs next, this time going just behind his side, right at the back corner of his lowest rib, and Logan let out a loud strained noise, which sounded awfully like a half restrained squeal.

“Holy fuck it just gets better. Did you just squeal? Is this your weak spot Wolvie?” Wade grinned, cooing at the poor adamantium built man as he gently dug more into the spot.

“Y-YOHOhOhuhuh FUHUhUhcKIHIhING DIhIHIHCK STOHOHOHPP!!!”

He arched his back a bit as Wade poked around the spot.

At this point Logan’s face was bright red. His eyes watering a bit from the laughter. When Wade started deeply massaging into the spot he let out a peal of cackles, tea kettle wheezing.

Wade realized maybe this was a bit too much. Maybe he deserved a break.

He slowly stopped, getting off of him as the yellow suited mans laughter died down a bit. Logan lay there, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath.

Wade grinned at the mess he made of him. “Sorry. I can be a little rough. Want some after ca- GYAH!” Wade cried out as Logan pounced and pinned him firmly down, growling a bit at him.

Wade looked at him nervously. “C-can… we talk about this? I mean… you… you wouldn’t resort to something so childish right…?”

Silence. Then…

“Screw you, dipshit.”

And before he knew it, Wade was thrown into hysterical laughter and squirming wildly as the Wolverine started clawing at any spot he can reach.

[angelboom]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁

Katsuki x nbytransmasc!reader

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When you come out to your boyfriend katsuki …and the next day he’s wearing a shirt that’s pretty..hilarious. (AN : this is my first fanfic and I’m not very good at writing so pls don’t hate)

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“Katsuki! Open up!” You yelled as katsuki was in the bathroom for way too long. He came home from work and had a box in his arms and went straight to the bathroom? What could he be hiding?

“goddamnit give me a second moron!” Katsuki said through the bathroom door as if he was struggling to put something on .

“You’ve been in there for like 35 minutes! What possibly could you be doing suki?” I laughed as I waited for him to come out “cmonnn suki hurry up !”

As he struggled to put the shirt on when he managed to put it on he flexed intimidatingly in the mirror by the bathroom sink “damn I look good” he thought to himself.



As katsuki opened the door you couldn’t believe your eyes “does that’s shirt say” “respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking threat?” You said as you laughed while holding your chest.

“And ? What the fuck about it moron? AND WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!!” He shouted as he towered over you while scrunching his face .

“Nothing nothing..I just love the shirt and I didn’t expect you to come out wearing that I actually really like you being appreciative about me being trans or whatever and I’ve-“ you rambled on talking about how much you appreciate him supporting you and your decisions .

Katsuki watched as you rambled a small smiley smirk popping up on his face “yeah yeah I know Y/N and I…love you no matter what you do to make yourself…comfortable in your own body” he muttered as he tapped his foot on the floor avoiding eye contact nervously cause he thought that you wouldn’t like the shirt .

Your eyes started to get watery as you heard him say that and you went to hug him .

“The hell are you doing?”

“I just love you so much suki” i murmured into his chest as I hugged him tightly while happily crying.

“I ..love you you to or whatever” he said as he hugged you back tightly while kissing your forehead.

“Now how about some dinner handsome?”

[therealvinelle]

Do you or muffin have any advice on starting a meta blog? I'd really like to post some of my analysis of midnight sun, but I am struggling to figure out what to start with

I’m not sure we’re really the people to ask since neither of us intended to. @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin had been forced to start a tumblr since someone was using the same pen name as her on here, and she wanted to avoid confusion. (This is why her main is “theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin” and not simply thecarnivorousmuffin, since that was taken already)

So now there she is, stuck with a tumblr and posting about writing things when anon out of the blue asks her thoughts about Jacob Potter. More anons came after that until she said “goddamnit I’m making a side blog for this - @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta .)

Me, I didn’t want to have a writing tumblr because I felt those were somehow presumptuous to have, “oh you have a writing tumblr for your fanfic, guess you think you’re big fish on Ao3 huh” - me, unable not to think this about myself even though I thought it about literally no writing tumblrs. However, my fic Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream wound up being full of barely disguised meta that readers would discuss with me in the comments, and when it got to the point that I was DM-ing with readers on my main and having multiple people ask the same question I finally decided to just make the damn writing tumblr.

Which has been a meta blog where anons every so often go “you write fanfiction?!” ever since.

All of this to say, just go for it anon, make the blog and start writing posts.

If you want tips, my best ones are these:

Have good grammar and easily digested posts (use headlines, be concise, don’t repeat yourself and try to have one point per meta. It’s better to have three post that reference each other than one fuckoff length meta)

Organize your blog (tag all metas so people can easily find them, tag characters that appear in the post so people can search by posts about Edward Cullen, and so on. A masterpost is a very good idea.)

When composing a meta: choose a point you're trying to make with the post, and make it as well as you can (perhaps a no-brainer, but it's still a good way of getting started.)

[madisonstarss]

Fanfiction Request

im going to start doing some fanfic prompts so please have the request rolling in. I will litteraly write for ANY fandom. also i only do x reader. you can also choose mutlitpe, as many as you want

lowercase intended

NSFW

1) "bite me."

2) "did i tell you to stop?"

3) "you've never touched yourself?"

4) "if you say one more fucking thing, i'm going to make you regret it."

5) "keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

6)"let me call you mine, just for tonight."

7)"say it again."

8)"you're like my child, call me daddy.... nevermind, that sounds wrong,"

9) "it's so nice to have a fan!"

10) "quick, kiss me again, they’re coming back—"

11)  "your hands are so soft."

12) "could you maybe— help zip up my dress/shirt?"

13) "why’d you push me off the bed?!"

14)"why must I share a bed with them out of all people?!"

15) "let me just make this clear: I like you for what you do to me, not for you"

16) "how about we treat this like a one night stand?"

17) "friends don’t fucking do this."

18) "isn't it nice? we have privacy now."

19)"can you look away while I change?"

20)"don’t deny it. you were staring at my lips just then. you wanna kiss me that bad?"

SFW

1)“i know exactly how this ends.”

2) "oh, I was just another notch in your bedpost?”

3)"please just let me sleep one night without being disturbed by your antics."

4) "can we talk? what are we? what are we doing?"

5) "you look stupid as all hell right now."

6) "because I think I might like you and that thought in and of itself terrifies me."

7) "but I don't care about what anyone else thinks!"

8) "everything is just a competition for you… isn’t it?"

9) "you are going out with them again, aren't you."

10) "i don't really know how to dance..."

11)"can you stay a little longer?"

12) "You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.”"

13)"relax, babe. It's just a cold."

14) "you take that back!"

15) "i wasn't sure how you felt. god, i didn't know how i felt."

16) "can you just hold me for a moment?"

17)"you... you really mean it, don't you?"

18) "why do you keep smiling at your phone?”"

19) "goddamnit, i love you! alright? happy now? you figured out the big secret."

20) "your feet are freezing holy shit!"

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

So we all know Katya, yes?

Her? Yes? And if you don’t recognize that, you may remember…

Fanfic girl!

Well, I have a theory about her. See, it seems to me like writing fanfiction about food isn’t enough to get her put in jail. I know, I know, Warden Wrath is unfair. But he doesn’t make the arrests, remember? So it doesn’t really make sense that Katya, who’s actions were neither disturbing the public (Eyeball guy), breaking the law (Luz + King), or (at the time) starting any kind of dissent, like conspiracy theorist Tinella Nosa, would be tossed in jail.

Unless. Unless her writing was doing one of these things.

So, hear me out. Option 1 (and probably the most reasonable) is that Katya was using her stories as propaganda. Think thinly veiled metaphors, obvious character comparisons, that kind of thing. Have you ever read the Crucible? If you went to American public schools, you probably have. Think something like that. Just blatant political commentary.

And honestly, I LOVE this for her. She’s always been portrayed as a rebellious character. I especially love the idea of Raine looking for like-minded witches, reading a report about a rebellious and outspoken young bard whose prison sentence mysteriously ended early a few months ago and tracking her down, and Katya getting ready to go on the defense only to have them extend the offer to join them.

But I have a second theory. See, Katya’s a bard, right? She uses bard magic.

And traditionally, bards in fantasy tales are storytellers.

So what if Katya’s magic extended to her stories? How powerful would she be? Picture a witch who can bring words to life, a witch who can shape the very reality around her with a pen and paper, or a passionate performed ballad. Maybe for now, she’s only writing about food. But how powerful could she be if she truly tried?

Of course, Belos tries to control her. He does. He sends witches to coax her into his coven and they try everything from trickery to bribery, but she refuses and he eventually has her imprisoned. And later, when she’s freed, she meets the head of the bard coven, and they’re the first person not to treat her like a freak or a weapon.

And so she chooses to fight with them.

Is it realistic? Nah. I don’t care! JUST LET ME LOVE FANFICTION GIRL, GODDAMNIT.

[rushipedia]

Thoma Birthday Headcanons

A/N: This song reminds me of Thoma…love that boy so much. It also makes me very sad bc THIMA WHY ARENT YOU REAL GODDAMNIT. Also I’m literally writing these on my way to work help.

Edit: I highly doubt Ayaka would forget his birthday but for the sake of the fanfic…she is a ditzy little cutie. Also ganyu bday hcs next (maybe zhongli) bc I missed them

Also my excuse for not having this up yesterday is that I fell asleep literally as I was trying to cue it then I forgot about it I swear

Gn!Reader. ALWAYSSUAYAA

You wake up and he’s already gone.

What is he doing?

Chores. Helping around the Tenryou commission.

Do any of them even know it’s his birthday?

You ask Ayaka if today he might have the day off but was too stubborn to actually take the break, she says no.

You’re confused.

You find him eating under a tree around lunch time.

“Thoma…” You say, coming up from behind him.

“Oh, Y/N! I didn’t hear you coming, what is it?” He asks in his sweet fucking voice holy shit do you deserve this man…

“Well, I was wondering if you knew what day it was?” You asked.

You sit down next to him in the grass.

“Um.. Tuesday…” He sounds a little (a lot) unsure.

“Idiot. It’s your birthday.”

He looks a little surprised. He pats himself down like he’s looking for something and then looks around.

“Really? I guess I’m a little out of sorts today… I hope I didn’t forget anything else important.”

Why is he thinking about work again.

You grab his arm as he tries to get up.

“Thoma, no more working.”

“I’m sorry darling, but I already promised a lot of people if help them today.”

He lifts his hand in apology.

“There’s plenty of other people who could help in the Tenryou Commission. You don’t have to do everything.”

You literally had to drag him back to the Kamisato estate after notifying the Tenryou commission he’d be taking the rest of the day off.

“I can’t believe you were working so much you forgot about your own birthday.” You huffed, pulling him inside. He looks rather troubled

“Please don’t feel bad. You can work all you want tomorrow.” You say, patting his lower back so he’d get inside quicker. “Today is your birthday, everybody will understand you taking some time off.”

“I guess you’re right, I just hope nobody’s let down after I promised I’d help.” He whined.

“Like I said, you can help them tomorrow.” You say before giving him a quick kiss. “I got you a present.”

He seems to light up.

“What is it?”

You tell him to to wait a minute while you go and get it. You didn’t wrap it since he’d open it anyway and that would just be more mess that he would take upon himself to clean up, so you hid it behind your back instead.

It was a little windwheel aster pendant strung into a chain. Carefully made by you, and the product of many nights of struggle. It wasn’t perfect, but you’d rather give him something handmade than an expensive gift made by someone else.

He definitely cried a little bit as he put it on.

“Are you planning on making our wedding rings by hand to?” He says, pulling you down to hug you.

“Maybe.” You say and kiss him again.

rushipedia ☆ 2022

[stonedregulus]

what fanfics are you currently reading and do you recommend them?

popular question the past few days. :)

what i’m currently reading/recently finished in the last day & love:

1) finally found my hallelujah

okay this was fucking cute. it’s one shot set after hogwarts. slytherin sirius goes to wedding planner remus to have him plan his expensive ass pureblood wedding. you get some background jily and toddler harry in this one. there’s also come smart ass regulus which makes me happy. angst, fluff, smut! (rating: E)

2) primaverse

let’s be real, i love anything lunchbucket (@quoththethestral) writes. it’s all outstanding, okay? this is a series and look, you don’t have to read it all at once but you definitely should, all together it’s only 12 chapters (around 100,000 words) so a fairly quick read. modern, non magical au in which remus is an art history professor that sirius meets while backpacking through europe. there is fluff, and ANGST (because you know i can’t live with out it), and smut of course. make sure you read the tws there's some medical stuff in part 2. i cried multiple times reading this. SO GOOD.  (rating: E)

3) the last great american dynasty

eve (@evermoreremus) is a fucking amazing writer. this is a modern, non magical au where sirius is running for office and asks his ex(remus) to join his campaign as a speech writer. the whole time i read this i was thinking “fucking goddamnit, peter” which i love thinking anytime i read with the marauders because honestly, peter sucks. also if you’ve been here before you know i’m a regulus simp and he is written so well! (i actually screamed out loud at him at one point and my hubs thought i was losing it so...) you also get background jily and background dorlene in this one. angst and fluff! (rating: M)

4) finest in fairford 

if you’re in need for a cute fluffy one shot here you go! sirius is an australian writer who frequents the coffee shop remus works at. (rating: G)

5) teach me how to love

OH MY GOD I AM SCREAMING BECAUSE I LOVE THIS I LOVE IT I LOVE IT ASHDBDIFKEL!!!!!!!!!!!! modern non magical au where sirius goes on a blind date with remus... who ends up being harry’s english teacher. i love any wolfstar with harry, it makes me so happy! this is from @wplfstar and is still in-progress and if it wasn't clear I AM OBSESSED and will be staring very impatiently at my inbox for updates. (rating: M)

6) reeled

this one is a cute one shot (also from lunchbucket) nonmagical au where remus comes home for the summer after not seeing sirius for 3 years. fluffy with a little bit of smut! (rating: M)

thanks for the asks! :)

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

oh good god im in tears. thank you thank you thank you so much for taking time to make video of signing for me. wow, i— im not sure what to say. im- you have no idea how much that extra little step means to me. you are a gift to the world. an absolute treasure. i had to think hard about what i would like to see. never really asked from someone, when it comes to stuff like this, before and im worried of asking too much.

our boys are walking through a crowded market place when geralt looks to make sure jaskier is still behind him but out witcher turns around and his bard is just... gone. maybe angst, hurt/comfort, with a soft ending? I love the "Character A and character C must tend to Character B no matter how much it hurts B. A & C must ignore the screaming, the begging, how painful it must be, etc.. because B's life is on the life." trope 😅 and i feel like jaskier being deaf would make it all the more harder. It's a situation I've been in myself before, too.

1) I am so glad that my short little video could make your day. If you ever want some signed encouragement/answers, I’d be happy to record myself! I’m proficient in ASL but not fluent.

2) Writing this is fun and the hurt/comfort element really butters my eggroll.

3) Most of the sounds Jaskier makes in this fic, including the screams, are based on my coworker, who is considered “big D deaf” (with his consent)

tw: blood mention, minor injury, symptoms of panic, spitting the venom out (doesn’t work in real life, but this is fanfic)

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Geralt hated the sound of screaming. It was shrill and high and it almost always led to something shitty. Whether that shitty thing was a village maiden trying to frame him for her lover’s offense, a child in danger whose parents would find a way to blame him for the incident, or some absolute fool in need of an urgent rescuing, Geralt found that screams were the worst kind of portent. 

They were even worse when they came from his bard. 

Jaskier’s screams were inhuman, partly because Geralt knew he was terrified and partly because the bard had no reference for the sound of ‘normal’ screams. Geralt knew from his witchery experience that people had all kinds of cries. There were high pitched wails of terror and curated yelps of pain; fuck, there were even flirtatious shrieks that came with giggles and squeals tacked on. Jaskier had never learned those. He was working with instinct alone, and instinct had told him to yell his fucking lungs out. 

Jaskier’s high keens were heart-stopping. The sound couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than the bard’s bright tenor, but it was twisted and frightened, loud and long and high. It urged Geralt to run even faster, push himself even harder as he flew through the underbrush and between tree trunks to reach his friend in time. 

He hadn’t even heard the monster sneak up on them. He hadn’t seen the creature snatch Jaskier away into the woods; he’d only heard Jaskier’s panicked noises and followed them as quickly as possible. 

When he skidded into view of Jaskier and his captor at last, his heart plummeted into his boots. The bard was laying limp, his eyes closed, his chest barely rising and falling with shallow breaths. The Forktail that held him to the ground beneath one massive claw was missing a wing. Apparently it had adapted by hunting what it could find on the ground; this would be a fast fight.

Without missing a beat, Geralt swirled forward in a blur of movement. A few dodges and well-placed slashes later and the monster fell to the ground. Geralt, covered in the Forktail’s sticky blood but otherwise unharmed, collapsed beside his companion and shook Jaskier’s shoulders.

There was no use screaming for him to wake up, Jaskier couldn’t hear him, but Geralt did it anyway. “Come on, Jaskier! Wake up for me, please! Open those pretty blue eyes of yours and fucking look at me, goddamnit!”

Nothing.

The witcher registered the red mark near the bard’s collarbone and tipped into a full-blown panic: it had stung him. He lowered his lips to the over-hot skin and sucked hard, the bile-adjacent flavor of the Forktail’s venom burning beneath the coppery tang of Jaskier’s blood. He spat it out into the grass and leaned down again, pulling the danger out of the bard’s body one breath at a time.

When he couldn’t taste the venom anymore, Geralt wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and gathered Jaskier into his lap. He tucked the bard’s sweat-damp face against the cool skin of his throat and murmured anxiously, “Fuck, Jask, please. Wake up for me, yeah? Don’t die on me yet. You can’t. You’re too... you have too much music to write, still. You can’t die.”

He wasn’t sure what he would do if those blue eyes never opened again. 

But they did. By all of Melitele’s finery, they did. 

Geralt clung tightly to his exhausted companion, pressing their foreheads together tenderly as the younger man’s eyes blinked slowly open. The witcher’s calloused hands formed the signs before he could stop them, eager to reveal the secret that had weighed on him for months. Maybe years. I love you. I love you so much.

Really? Jaskier gaped. He stayed stock-still, his weight shifting like a scared rabbit’s in Geralt’s lap. His usually steady musician’s hands shook as he asked again, Really?

Geralt nodded as tears sprang, impossible and unbidden, to the corners of his golden eyes. Always, Jaskier, always. I will protect you. I love you. I promise.

Not lying?

Never lying. Not to you.

Good.

The witcher pulled him somehow closer and pressed a shower of kisses to the bard’s smiling face. Jaskier giggled and wiped a bit of blood away from the corner of Geralt’s eyebrow. He let the witcher paw at him and check him over for any further harm, his hands comfortably situated in his lap where he signed to no one in particular: Fucking finally.

[essayofthoughts]

I was tagged last year by @tobermoriansass (here) and @cosmonauthill (here).

Sorry guys.

Name: Aich Essay 

Fandoms: Critical Role at present.

Two-Shot: Not entirely sure what is meant by this? But generally I write oneshots, three-chapter short things, or outright multichapters. Simple two-parters always feel weird to me, probably because I lean hard into rule-of-three in writing.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter: A Whisper On My Shoulder aka the first arc of Ghost Cass. Which is good, because it’s something I’m very pleased with.

Actual Worst Part Of Writing: When I’m so close to finishing and my brain goes “Ooh shiny!” at another idea. Also the point at which no music gets my brain in gear anymore.

How You Choose Your Titles: Lines of poetry, song lyrics, quotes from the fic itself, evocative descriptions - whatever works really. Sometimes I come up with the title partway through, sometimes I get to the end and find one.

Do You Outline: I mean... I know the story I want to tell. I know the arc and I usually have a reasonable idea of the ending point - indeed, often I write the ending first. But I don’t really plan? If you asked me to tell you the plot I would happily tell you the story outline loudly and at length in messages, but most of it just swims in brain soup and I only write down a proper outline when I’m having to cope with a timeline or when I’m making divergences I need to account for carefully.

Ideas I Probably Won’t Get Around To But Wouldn’t It Be Nice: I really do want to play with that Perc’ahlia Twilight AU in my WIPs list. Otherwise - I’ve got some old HP fic ideas I’ll get to one day maybe possibly who knows.

Callouts @ Me: Your angst is very predictable and also GODDAMNIT STOP OVERUSING COMMAS.

Best Writing Traits: I have been informed I am good at evocative writing to cause pain, which is good because my niche is angst.

Spicy Tangential Opinion: The number of people who don’t write fanfic so much as their favourite plot with the thin puppet-veneer of fandom and characters slapped on is growing and it sucks. Also, so many people in fandom seem to take rape as the ultimate worst thing someone can do to another, and thereby dismissing torture, manipulation, gaslighting and other just as fucked up, traumatising things. It’s very... simplistic, and also very frustrating.

Tagging: No one, for I am where tag games go to die.

[eitelle]

I posted 1,251 times in 2021

674 posts created (54%)

577 posts reblogged (46%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.9 posts.

I added 505 tags in 2021

#moot swag - 108 posts

#elle works the night shift - 69 posts

#🪐 regular 🍵 - 50 posts

#haikyuu!! - 50 posts

#lovely regulars ☕️ - 48 posts

#haikyu x reader - 44 posts

#haikyu oneshots - 39 posts

#haikyu fanfiction - 37 posts

#barista lizzy - 32 posts

#eitelle writes - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#and then i hallucinated that suga put his hands on my cheeks looked me dead in the eyes and said “no bc i still need you

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

— seeing black when you stand up

↳ with rei (hehe), haru, and makoto

heres my first free! iwatobi swim club fic sjshusdh i hope yall enjoy!! (yes this is based iff myself and yes this is purely selfish.)

genre: (bit of hurt)comfort n crack, established relationshups n concerned boyfies 🥺

pairing(s): rei ryūgazaki x gn!reader, makoto tachibana x gn!reader, and haruka nanase x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of like losing vision, feeling dizzy, headaches, and falling in makotos! pls let me know if im missing one :)

wc: 1134

a/n: lets see how badly i can screw this up besties🥵🥵

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137 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 04:00:01 GMT

#4

Pretty setter squad hcs pt 2

Includes: akaashi, atsumu Miya, and suga

Warnings: none just fluff

Note: idrk atsumu that much but I think I’ve read enough fanfics to get a good enough idea. Pls reblog and comment and like it rly helps me out :)

Pairings (sorta): TIMESKIP akaashi keji x Gn!reader, atsumu Miya x gn!reader, and sugawara koushi x gn!reader

A/n: sorry for the accidental hiatus I just like completely forgot I had to do this 💀💀 anyways can someone explain how to use tags 😀😀😀 ALSO WTF IS WRONG W ME IM WILLINGLY BY CHOICE LEARNING INTRO TO BIO ON KHAN ACADEMY AND IM LOWKEY LIKING IT????? 😀🧍🏻‍♀️ I- anyways on w the headcanons. Oh also idk why but I cant/don’t know how to make like a separation photo thingy but I’ll figure it out ig

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157 notes • Posted 2021-01-20 22:17:41 GMT

#3

streamer kenma hours 😄

prompt (??): kenma (@/kodzuken) is a popular streamer (ur his s/o 😏) and you do the TikTok trend where you make him cuddle you while he’s playing games

pairings: kenma kozume x gn!reader (gender neutral) but put in any of your preferred pronouns as well if you’d like

TW: a bit of cursing but for the most part none. this is pretty much fluff of a dream I had 💀

ayo this is my first (fanfic?) checkk ‼️😤

A/N: how do I use this app 😀 ok so like idk how tumblr works bc I’m not smart enough so imma treat it like wattpad only I get to shitpost. Wait fuck am I allowed to curse. Fuck. Damn. Wait shit. I mean- ok never mind. Um anyways... this is like a dream I had and I wanted to put it into words ig? Idk 😭 but anyways yeah. oh also put in requests if u want bc I have like no creativity 😔

After a long hard day at your job, a few minutes before you were done for the day a customer at the store you worked at decided to spill coffee all over you. Now of course this wasn’t their fault in the slightest but on top of the stress from your job it was too much and you let yourself off of work a few minutes early. You checked your notifications and realized your boyfriend, kenma kozume (@/kodzuken) and popular game streamer was streaming and wouldn’t be able to hold you when you got home.

You screamed in frustration in your car as you drove away, angry at the bad luck you’ve been facing today. You check to see if kenma maybe got off stream early and give him a call, but it rings a couple times and goes straight to voicemail. You accept defeat and continue driving, until out of nowhere it starts pouring rain outside.

“Why goddamnit! Of all days I had to not bring an umbrella today was the day,” you mutter as you put up your windshield wipers, hoping the rain would go away by the time you got home. It didn’t. After you finally pull up to your flat in Tokyo, you run, taking all of your stuff through the pouring rain making sure to lock your car. Once you hop into the elevator and wait until it stops at your level (sry if this isn’t accurate lmao I’m not rich 💀) you try to pat yourself dry.

“Y/n, get it together,” you say shivering, hoping that kenmas stream wouldn’t see you as you haven’t been shown on camera yet. Not that your boyfriend is ashamed of you, no, quite the opposite. He knows that some of his fans can be a little, overwhelming to say the least, and would rather keep you away from death threats and bullying online. The elevator finally dings and stops at your flat where you collect your stuff and get into the place you call home. Unable to tell kenma you’re home like you normally do you shoot him a quick text:

To: future husband ‼️😏

hey bub im home... just thought I should let you know. love you <//3

delivered at 21:17pm

After heading over to your shared bedroom and changing into one of his hoodies and sweats, you plop down on the couch and check your phone, seeing a video on TikTok. Apparently it’s a trend to go over and cuddle your s/o while they’re gaming and your bf is a streamer/gamer so you think you should try it on him. Remembering that he has a copy of his stream and you can ask for the footage later, you decide to act now, think later. Surges of adrenaline hitting you in waves, your legs decide to have a mind of their own as you make your way to his gaming room.

Doing a quick knock so that he isn’t so suprised and so you won’t chicken out, you tell him, “bub, I’m coming in ok?” in the most innocent tone you can muster, and open his door, finding him staring at you. No, gaping at you as you make your way over to him looking at his paused video game and the stream chat moving so fast you can only make out a couple words. Some of which being “s/o, lying, sibling, and banana.” Wait maybe that last one wasn’t quite right but you get the point and are shocked at the effect you have. He moved his microphone away from his mouth although its a futile attempt as the high quality technology of his headset picks up the conversation just as easily.

“Kitten what are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be home for a couple more minutes and you know how I feel about your face being shown on cams,” the last part sounding very possesive but protective on your end.

Realizing that although you tell yourself it’s just for a TikTok, you didn’t need to lie when giving him a reason and you really do want cuddles. “I’m sorry bub I was just having a bad day at work so I came home a little early and I wanted cuddles. You didn’t respond to my text and I didn’t know you were streaming,” you tell him giving him a look that you know he can’t refuse. As he stares at you dumbfounded, you can’t help laugh a little at the in shock way he looks.

“Fine,” he grits out with no malice and you can tell it didn’t take much to get him to agree. As he moves his microphone back to where it was, you climb onto his lap, straddling his waist, as you wrap your arms around the nape of his neck. “Everyone, meet my... s/o y/n,” he tells the stream while chat goes crazy and you start to get comfy. “We’ve been dating for 3 years now and I haven’t shown their face or revealed I had a s/o because I didn’t want them to receive hate. That being said, now that you all know who they are, please treat them with respect and kindness. They make me really happy,” he says looking at you lovingly as you turn your head to meet his gaze at his words. You blush and turn away, busying yourself with putting his hair back up into a low bun and familiarizing yourself with his steady heartbeat as you cuddle him, slowly falling asleep in his lap.

Kenmas pov: (ahaha bet you weren’t expecting that one)

Now that the stream had ended and I finished my game, winning of course, I was getting sleepy as well, y/n already fast asleep in my lap before I even got 15 kills.

I pick her up watching her snore slightly and drool a little thinking they were the most precious thing ever. As I walk over to our room, careful not to wake them, I murmur subconsciously, “I love you so much baby” not expecting them to repeat the same thing to me in their sleep. When I finally reach our room I lay them down carefully, making sure they wouldn’t wake up as I went to brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

After I finished with hygiene (that’s important kids 😀) and changed into pajamas, I tiptoed back to our bed tucking us both in and cuddling with them, already half asleep.

Fan watching the stream pov: (why am I making so many povs? The world will never know.)

OMG. OMG. THE KODZUKEN JUST ANNOUNCED TO ME AND THE OTHER 2.5 MILLION PEOPLE ON HIS STREAM THAT HE HAS A S/O. Theyre gorgeous of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less, and the way they look at each other- wow. I quickly open Twitter and not to my suprise everyone is freaking out over kodzukens ethereal s/o (thats you babe 😉).

158 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 04:16:43 GMT

#2

PICKLES

— now working at a sandwich shop, you think an old love that you cant stop thinking about is finally slipping your mind, until he walks right in your shops door. old flames resurfacing and new sparks forming, the million dollar question is will he give you his side pickles?

pairing(s): iwaoi, matsukawa issei x fem sandwich shop worker!reader, kiyotana

genre: crack, fluff, childhood!friends to lovers

warnings: haikyuu timeskip spoilers and some photos will be used, but yn is still you, just pretend youre inserting yourself in the photo!

status: discontinued :(

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276 notes • Posted 2021-05-31 06:06:39 GMT

#1

dadzawa 🥺

this is so self indulgent im sorry 😭

ALSO YALL CAN MF SEND IN REQUESTS GRR BARK BARK YOU HAVE TO STOP MY SELF INDULGENCY HELP-

this is like a fic but headcanon format???? idk???? i just??? wrote??????? help???????

secret relationship w ur hr teacher prohero dad check 😊🔫

pairings: dad!aizawa x daughter!reader

warnings: overprotective dad 🤨🤨 and strong language

bte the bullets are really irrelevent i just thought itd be nice to know for refrence for future fics since its what my quirk is in my shifting script and its also a go to superpower of mine

so background on you: ur his love child but the mom ✨ a b a n d o n e d ✨ you

yall habe a great relationship,,, very open

u got into UA as top of recomemdations

no one knows you and mr. aizawa (who is ur hr teacher) are actually related

he doesnt go easy on you (thats prob why they cant tell dumb fuck) in class

ur quirk is that based off how happy or sad/strong your emotions are mean how much you can control light or darkness (its soley based off emotions, not like how much light is where you are)

you can make weapons of light and dark from your quirk or pull a tokoyami and have light or dark surround you, making you have basically armour which elevates yiur strength

if someone gets hit by ur quirk they become paralyzed w too many emotions

ur go to weapon is either balls of light/dark or light/dark whips

sad emotions=dark, happy emotions=light

you have ur dads hair and his eye bags skjsjd

ur hero name is eclipse and ur light whip is named solar, while ur dark whip is named lunar

ur hero suit is like this (ac: ON-K on deviantart) but black and white 😩

yes most of the guys are attracted to you, yes you are friends w everyone, yes mr. aizawa hates the first part

SJJSDH SORRY THIS WAS LONG BUT THIS IS JUST AN IDEA IVE HAD FOR THE LONGEST MF TIME EVER

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364 notes • Posted 2021-02-16 09:39:14 GMT

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[glowingbadger]

hi sorry to bug you! but in regards to ur upcoming lumine x kaeya fanfic, I'm not sure if its 100% true but f! & m! travellers are underage ;;

I love ur other headcanons tho!

Hey anon! I totally appreciate folks chatting with me about this stuff- here's my take, because I do consider this kinda thing super seriously:

- the travelers appear to be semi-ageless world hopping magical fuckery of some kind. (Google says "around 2000 years old," for all the good that does us). We don't have a ton of info on this yet, but it's really the only reference to a life pre-canon that we get.

However! Those who know me will know that this alone wouldn't be enough to make me feel comfortable writing them. For instance, I don't buy the classic "this loli is secretly a 1000 y/o dragon so it's okay that I wanna smash" - so I feel obligated to look into it more.

- the only other reference to age we get for the Traveller is that they're apparently not old enough to drink in Mondstadt. This is SUPER complicated for a lot of reasons. One is that some people have argued that the Traveller tends to appear irritated by this like they're being teased, so some argue that they are of drinking age, but just look young. That's very shaky justification though. The only thing that makes me consider this even a little valid is that Venti is an absolute fetus and no one seems to bat an eye at his alcohol intake.

- The MORE complicated issue is that of cultural context and how much we simply don't know. What is the drinking age in Mondstadt? Their culture and economy is so alcohol dependent that a high drinking age seems unlikely. But that's assuming that the writing, world building and translations in this game were always ironclad- which they patently are not.

And now we get into the weirdest part, which is the enormous cultural gap that Genshin as a whole suffers from. In China, where the game originates, the age of consent is 14 (ew) and the drinking age is 18- meanwhile here in the US of A, we've got an age of consent of 18 (usually) and a drinking age of 21- so already we're dealing with very different developmental stages and a cultural gap that makes me feel icky. But lastly, consider that the US is extremely prudish about references to alcohol compared to most countries, especially East Asian cultures. The video game rating system is a fuck, and I would put money on the idea that the translators were told to specify that NO, NO, OUR YOUNG LOOKING PROTAG DEFINITELY ISN'T DRINKING WE SWEAR- regardless of any original intended indicator of age

So here's what it comes down to for me:

- this game refuses to make actual sense of the traveler's age

- everyone in this game has round baby faces so the visuals really don't help

- translation is a fuck (need I remind us of the charming kea-luc sworn brothers vs. brothers debate)

- the game constantly and actively encourages you to ship its characters, primarily with your Traveller

- I need a reader insert for a fairly involved Kaeya fic

- goddamnit fine I'll just use Lumine unless Mihoyo wants to give me an actual canon age.

- I am gonna write this goddamn character as an adult so there's no question about my personal intent.

Phew, sorry for the rant lol, but I really want to impress on folks that I don't take this sort of thing lightly and I do seriously consider things like this! I'm really, genuinely open to hearing other people's thoughts on this, and other characters. ❤️

[softpshycopath]

WELCOME!

Hi, welcome to my page :) I write fanfics and create vibes!

Fanfics:

I really want to write fanfics for Marvel, Harry Potter and Stranger Things so feel free to send requests! I’ve added a promt list to make it easier but don’t hesitate to request things you come up with yourself! My masterlist will be on the bottom of this post.

Important: 

- I will try to be as genderneutral as possible, but by default will tend to use she/her pronouns for reader if they are necessary. If you want any others, please mention them in your request!

- I don’t write smut sorry.

Prompts: 

‘Come over here and make me.’

‘Have you lost your mind?’

‘Please, don’t leave.’

‘Wait a minute, are you jealous?’

‘I almost lost you.’

‘Wanna bet?’

‘Do not ever do that again?’

‘Teach me how to play?’

‘Don’t you dare throw that snowba- goddamnit!’

‘I think we need to talk.’

‘Kiss me.’

‘Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.’

‘So, I found this waterfall…’

‘It could be worse.’

‘Looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while.’

‘This is, without doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course, I’m in’

‘You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.’

‘I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I won’t notice.’

‘Just once.’

‘Please, stay.’

‘Well? Say something. Scream, yell, anything!’

‘You can’t keep pretending like it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!’

‘Why are you so nice to me?’

‘Well, this is awkward.’

‘Are you scared?’

Masterlist:

Marvel:

Druig:

Dance with me?

Shut up, for me?

Prompt 4: ‘Wait a minute, are you jealous?’

Prompt 21: "Well? Say something. Scream, yell, anything!'

Prompt 24: "Well, this is awkward."

Harry Potter:

Feel free to request :)

Stranger Things:

Feel free to request :)

Vibes:

Basically, I make moodboards. Feel free to send me some words, texts or pictures if you want me to make you a moodboard, and hopefully I can inspire you <3

Library Ghost (dark academia, academic vibes)

[speedystarshine]

Hello everyone!!! :D

This is just a generic about me page, so that I can properly introduce myself. I hope you enjoy yourselves here! <3

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Basic info!

♣️ You can call me Anthony, or Ant if you want to!

♣️I am an adult (won't reveal age due to personal reasons but I am above 19)

♣️ I go by he/him pronouns, and am trans-masc!

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♣️ I am an intp, just like one of my irl friends! :D

Main interests! (not fandom list)

♣️ Cookie run

♣️ Minecraft

♣️ Subway Surfers (remember, this is interests, not writing-)

♣️Happy Tree Friends

♣️ Silly little fidget toys :]

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Boundaries!!!

do not, under ANY circumstance:

♣️ Trauma dump unless we’re friends. Please. I am a mere person writing fanfiction, just a silly little fella-

♣️ Interact if you are a homophobic, racist, dsmp STAN (please god I’ve had too many), or just generally shit person looking to cause drama.

♣️ Randomly spam my inbox. SPECIFICALLY, spam dating bots. Goddamnit bots.

♣️ Support Bob Chapek, Ghandi(?), JK Rowling or any of those guys. Just. Please. Leave.

♣️ Slurs. Whether you can reclaim them or not, it makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable, so please don’t do it. 

Thank You.

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♣️ ant?? (me shitposting or just... anything that’s not fanfic.)

♣️ anon asks (replies to asks)

♣️ 💥 (fics)

♣️ 💦(saucy fics-)

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♣️ Pronoun pages

♣️Carrd: Under construction! (It’ll be out soon probs haha)

[phantomato]

Is there a reason why you dislike Tomarry more than Tomione? And why do you seem to hate Harry so much? I'm not knocking you for it btw, I don't ship either pairing. But I'm genuinely curious.

Short answer? Because you’ve been following me for six months or less.

The long answer involves delving into my history, if you’ll bear with me. My first story up on AO3 is a Tomione. My first Nottmort is also a Tomione. Tomato, you might say, doesn’t that prove that you tolerate Tomione? You wrote two fics for the ship!

I also wrote a Tomarry this month, but I don’t recommend it as a kind treatment of Harry’s character.

I started writing because I was so angry about how the Tomione ship was usually written. I was churning through Tomione fics that consistently rubbed me the wrong way, for which I had no ability to articulate why I disliked them so and what I was actually looking to read. I would find the rare exception, cling to it as proof that I enjoyed the ship, and then drift through a dozen stories in a row that made me miserable. It was the first summer of the pandemic. We all made bad choices.

You Should Know was meant to be a “fuck you” to every trope I hated in Tomione. I wanted a romance where the pairing felt believable, goddamnit. I wanted something where Voldemort’s character wasn’t squashed in order to fit Hermione in his life. I wanted both to have agency and to talk through disagreements and for there to be no redemption!

But like: I had never engaged in transformative fandom before COVID. I had consumed it, sure, but writing my own stuff? I didn’t know anyone. I had no community, so I had no space in which to develop my thoughts. I hadn’t dug through archives of fandom meta yet. I didn’t have the language to say to myself: I dislike this ship for XYZ reasons, which are base assumptions of the ship, so I should probably move along. I didn’t know better, so I wrote a story and chronicled my thoughts. And then I wrote another Tomione story, and I kept a process journal again. I read those back today and I see a clear downward progression from “I can make this ship work for me!” to “Oh, god, I hate everything I’m doing.” Self-awareness takes a long time and a lot of exposure to other thought.

By the time I got to Tomarry, I already knew these things about myself: I like Tom/Voldemort better than other characters; I dislike special protagonists who can serve as self-inserts for the reader; I dislike romances where there is a clear ‘main character’ and a flat ‘love interest’; I define Voldemort by an uncommon set of qualities, relative to most fic; fandom-y romance tropes largely do not do it for me. Tomarry was destined to disappoint. If I had found Tomarry before Tomione, I would have stumbled through a You Should Know and Waterlogged equivalent for that ship instead. I didn’t. I was fully-prepared to dissect Tomarry when I started poking around in it.

I like Harry Potter, the protagonist of the book series I read as a child and teenager. Those were enjoyable books that hugely shaped my early life experiences, and I read along with true excitement as Harry faced new trials every year and eventually vanquished the great evil in his world. The movies aren’t my thing, but movie adaptations of books I’ve read are never my thing.

But a full decade passed between when I said goodbye to the Harry Potter universe of my childhood and when I started writing HP fanfic. They’re different entities to me. I came into this space with an interest in very different types of stories and characters than I would have preferred when I was younger. I write Voldemort, and stories about older characters pre-canon more generally, because I’m forcing my narrative interests to fit into an accessible fandom space. I know that plenty of people have grown with ships like Drarry or Snarry and tackle post-war versions of these themes with those characters, but, well, I didn’t take that path. I don’t have those years of sympathy for fanon Harry, and the vast majority of fan treatments of Harry are the opposite of what I’m here to do: I want to write about people who are tired and aging and balancing competing concerns in their lives, whose romances are familiar and fond, who muddle through with their flaws and don’t expect to change their partners, who do the drudge work of living on-screen and without much magic, who think about careers and children and maintaining a household and not at all about their childhood school years.

This can be done with Harry. People do it all the time. But it isn’t the majority of his characterizations, and I don’t like his base qualities enough to swim upstream. I like Voldemort. I think he’s relatable and fun. If I am going to bash myself against walls in any part of this fandom, it might as well be for the characters that interest me. I tried, I really tried, to make it work for Hermione, and I completely burnt myself out of that ship—so much so that if you’ve only read my slash, you wouldn’t realize how miserable that episode of my fic writing was for me because I barely talk about Tomione anymore. Tomarry is what comes up now. It’s the natural comparison to my Nottmort or my crossovers or my Tom/Orion, because they’re all slash. It’s likely where lots of my readers are coming from in order to reach niche Tom slash pairings.

We’ll see what the future holds for my writing. If enough space in the Tom world opens up to talk about his character without comparisons back to Tomarry or Tomione (or Tom/Reader), conversations like this will become a thing of the past. As long as Tom remains the secondary character in his own shipfic, I will have dissatisfied meta posts here on tumblr.

[male-reader]

hi! can I request a tommy x ftm reader one shot where they get in a heated argument over whatever you decide and it ends in smut? ty!

Pointless argument (I seriously need help w/titles)

Tommy Shelby x FtM reader

I actually did some research for this because as much as I wanted to make the reader post OP (operation) and HRT (hormone replacement therapy) my brain needed to know if it was actually already available and this is what I found out (don’t mind me sharing knowledge just skip if you’re not interested): the first mastectomy (aka. top surgery) was performed in 1804 and HRT became available in the 1940s, (Peaky Blinders is set between 1919-1930 so far) but became more widely used in the 1960s. The HRT is a little off and I’m not sure how good the mastectomies were back then BUT with a bit of fanfic magic yours truly will make it all okay because Tommy paid for all of your needs and found the best surgeon and doctor to make sure you’re the happiest man in the world :) 

Now to the story! I had a lot of fun writing this one, enjoy ;)

WARNING: smut, FtM bottom anatomy (aka. post HRT growth), anal sex, bottom reader

“Goddamnit, Y/n! I told you not to follow me!” Tommy burst into the house and you followed behind, closing the door with a slight force. “How do you expect me to keep you alive if you keep runnin’ into danger after me like a headless chicken?” You could feel the frustration seeping off Tommy like it was burning inside of you.

“And I told you that I can damn well protect myself. I’m a better shot than you and people don’t spot me as easily.” It was true and you knew Tommy couldn’t deny, which resulted in him letting out a frustrated groan.

You were sick of him treating you like everyone else did before you became who you really were. That’s why you fell in love with him- he didn’t treat you as something fragile. He saw you and understood you. You wanted that Tommy back. The one that thought you of his equal.

Tommy paced around the kitchen. You could see he was holding himself back from throwing or breaking something. Fortunately you knew how to help him release all of that pent up frustration. You could see it in the tense trembling of his hands.

When Tommy turned towards you he was pushed back against the table, his hands pinned back behind his back bruisingly by you. His growl would have scared most, but not you. It only urged you farther as you grinded against him, pushing him back into the hard table edge.

The electricity between your bodies grew until Tommy couldn’t take it anymore and took things into his own hands quite literally. He picked you up and your legs squeezed around his waist like every time before. He leaned in hungrily, demanding attention and entrance with his tongue. The needy tremble that ran through his body from denying him told you your plan had worked. You were the only thing left on his mind.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard-” Tommy groaned possessively.

“Yeah?” You panted breathlessly against his mouth, foreheads glued together. “Yeah.”

Tommy carried you up the stairs effortlessly despite your relentless grinding for friction. It made his legs tremble on the last step and you reached down to palm him through his pants so you could feel the twitch of his cock. He had to keep himself from burying his teeth into your shoulder.

You were now both painfully hard and your growth was rubbing against your clothes uncomfortably. “Come on hurry the fuck up Tommy,” You were pinned down on the bed, his large figure towering above you. You tore his belt off and probably tore a button with the forceful way you grabbed for his cock. He almost collapsed on top of you from the shock that shot up his spine.

“Hmm that good, huh?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” His tongue was down your throat and his hands working on your clothing. As much as you found Tommy’s layered shirt, vest and coat maddeningly attractive it wasn’t very convenient when you needed to get it all off fast.

In the end yours were the only clothes on the floor. Tommy remained sporting everything but his coat. You loved the way he looked in his shirt and vest. You wanted to have him in hand longer but he turned you around and reached for the drawer where he kept his lube.

Two fingers went into you right off the bat and you pressed back on them, body trembling to keep itself up. “Fucking Hell Tommy- God ugh,” He was an expert at the task, pumping in and out easily soon. He leaned over your back and reached a hand around to rub a finger against your growth, making you tremble harder as the head of his cock brushed against you.

“I love you so fucking much-” He moaned the words in your ear when he pressed himself inside, making you cry out. It felt so good to be so full. He wasn’t messing around and knew you could take it, soon you were both working together at a fast pace, the bed taking it like a champ. You could feel Tommy was close by the way he held you- more secure and even closer to himself. There was a hitch in his throat before he pulled out, spilling to the side. His hand continued to urge you on and soon you reached your own climax, groaning and collapsing fully with Tommy’s arms pulling you against the heat of his chest.

“Fuck, that felt good…” Tommy sighed, lips brushing against your sweaty forehead. “You win the argument this time.” He muttered tiredly and you felt yourself smile, pressing warm kisses to his jaw until you felt his chest rose and fell evenly.