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https://trans-reader-fics.tumblr.com/<-- here’s the new blog! it’s still a work in progress, and best viewed on desktop because I plan to use the interactive fic code from @silencethroughwords. I have at least one WIP that I’ll try to get out by the end of the week! 

obligatory life update because i’m back after a literal year or more - hi! if you follow me, it’s probably for my good omens fics! however, from (basically) now on, this blog will not be for fanfic.

HOWEVER, i will be making a new one - dedicated to specifically trans reader inserts! i’ll keep this masterlist accessible (and will finish one request i accidentally never wrote ^^;) and then on to the trans! seriously. as a trans man/masc, it’s so hard to find trans reader inserts, and i feel like i should put some into the world :) the new blog will be linked as soon as i create it

i will write for:

• supernatural

• good omens

• the 100

• broadchurch

• probably something else idk

i love you all, you’re valid, and have a nice day!

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the way that i would literally cry-

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Did somebody say destiel hand holding??

My finished project, in which I sob over my OTP and abuse the lens blur filter.

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me, realizing that oh gods oh no I didn’t actually list the person who requested it. @xxaestheticboyxx, whoops ! hope you like it sorry it literally took over a year-

Favorite (A Drama By Anthony Janthony Crowley)

Ship: Jealous!Crowley x Reader(they/them)

Warning: Uh, attempted animal murder? Angst, really pissed off reader who does swear. I kept it to a minimum, I think? ALSO below the keep reading is a reference picture of a snake, please continue with caution! <3

Edit from literally over a year later: I’m like 90% sure you’ve forgotten about this! tbh so did I! sorry!

Summary: Requested by @xxxaestheticboyxxx could I get a jealous Crowley x reader were Crowley jealous of the readers pet snake (name and breed up to you) and gets all sulky and tries to compete against the snake but the reader gets a bit annoyed with Crowley and idk gets frusted with him because they have no idea what’s happening and Crowley gets upset but the reader the realises and goes and comfort him with cuddles and tells them that they will always be there favourite (so angst and fluff TY I think I might’ve done this a bit dramatically, hence the title, but it’s definitely fluffy eventually.

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Favorite (A Drama By Anthony Janthony Crowley)

Ship: Jealous!Crowley x Reader(they/them)

Warning: Uh, attempted animal murder? Angst, really pissed off reader who does swear. I kept it to a minimum, I think? ALSO below the keep reading is a reference picture of a snake, please continue with caution! <3

Edit from literally over a year later: I’m like 90% sure you’ve forgotten about this! tbh so did I! sorry!

Summary: Requested by @xxxaestheticboyxxx could I get a jealous Crowley x reader were Crowley jealous of the readers pet snake (name and breed up to you) and gets all sulky and tries to compete against the snake but the reader gets a bit annoyed with Crowley and idk gets frusted with him because they have no idea what’s happening and Crowley gets upset but the reader the realises and goes and comfort him with cuddles and tells them that they will always be there favourite (so angst and fluff TY I think I might’ve done this a bit dramatically, hence the title, but it’s definitely fluffy eventually.

“Crowley!” You giggle, sneaking into the bedroom in his flat. “Crowley you’ll never believe what I’ve just done.” He rolls his eyes from behind his sunglasses, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

“y/n, if you’ve gone and gotten me another damn plant,” he quips, “the poor thing won’t know what hit it.” You smile and pull your hand out from behind your back. On it, a little snake is curled up. It was yellow and orange, and smaller than your palm. Glancing up at your boyfriend for approval, he shakes his head. “He’s so...tiny.”

“Yeah, and look how cute he is,” you gush. “I couldn’t just let him sit there, all alone in a pet store.” Crowley scoffs dismissively.

“You’ve got me; do you realize how much better of a snake I am? This thing is nothing if you’re looking for a snake!” You smile, kissing him gently on the cheek.

“Great, glad you love him! I’m gonna go get him settled.” You run off into the living room, where you have a glass tank already set up on a side table.

“But look, he’s so tiny, blah blah blah,” Crowley mocks quietly. “Why aren’t they happy with just me?” He sighs, falling dramatically onto his bed before resigning himself to pouting under the sheets.

A week later, and Crowley is sick and tired of y/n’s rambling. They had named the snake Cheerio, and every third word out of their mouth is just Cheerio this, Cheerio that. “I just can’t believe they abandoned me on the street like that! All for a new snake!” He whines to Aziraphale, slumped over the arm of an armchair in his bookshop. 

“Well,” the angel pauses hesitantly. “Have you tried telling them?” Crowley looks up, murder in his eyes. 

“No. No no no. Of course not, how would I do that?” he huffs. “Hey, babe, darling, sweetheart, your ten centimeter long snake is stupid and you should cuddle with ME every night instead. Angel, do you realize how stupid that would sound?”

“Oh, my dear. You, Crowley, are jealous, aren’t you,” he gasps. “Oh, this is just incredible. You know, I think I have some books on jealousy in here somewhere.” 

“I don’t need a book on jealousy, angel, I need that damn snake gone.” Crowley groans, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh for heaven’s sake, I should just kill it already.” The lightbulb had gone off, and a plan began to form. 

Crowley sneaks into his flat-- his own flat-- and finds y/n sleeping on the couch, with the snake slithering around in the tank. Pulling a live mouse out of his pocket, dangling it far away from his body, he creeps across the room and drops the rodent in the tank.

The mouse squeaks when it finds itself face to face with a snake. Y/n turns over on the couch, groaning at the noise that woke them up, and Crowley froze. He will most definitely get chewed out for this one.

“Crowley? Wh-” they turn over to see their pet writhing in his tank, trying to fight off the mouse. “OH.” They begin to panic, sticking their hand in the tank to try and get the snake out.

The snake scratches them, and y/n yelps and pulls their hand away. Instantly, Crowley vanishes the mouse and heals his partner’s hand. “Right, so, erm. Got to go, see you love.”

Before he can disappear, y/n sits up with fury in their eyes. “Anthony fucking Crowley, don’t you dare disappear right now. What was that? What is this?” Their face falls ever so slightly. “What happened, darling?”

With a snap of his fingers, the couple is lying in bed, warm under the sheets. “I just missed you.” 

“Darling, I’m right here, and I always will be,” they whisper, playing absentmindedly with his hair. “But why did you try to hurt Cheerio?”

Crowley squirmed, uncomfortable with having to talk about his feelings. “I just, erm, well you see, you were spending all your time with him.”

“Oh, hon,” their eyes lit up with a quiet giggle. “Oh, hon, you could’ve just told me you were jealous. I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time with you.” 

“So I’m still your favorite snake?”

“Nobody could even come close to you, darling.” They pulled Crowley close, holding him in a safe embrace. Nobody could get to them there, cuddled under the blankets, happy in each other’s presence. “Always and forever, my favorite.”

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and there’s my last fic on this account! I’ll now be uploading to @trans-reader-fic! @xxxaestheticboyxxx, I hope you liked the fic! <3

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i CANT be the only one who saw the netflix “coming saturday” notification for sherlock. i CANT be the only one. wHERE is my new sherlock content >:[

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obligatory life update because i’m back after a literal year or more - hi! if you follow me, it’s probably for my good omens fics! however, from (basically) now on, this blog will not be for fanfic.

HOWEVER, i will be making a new one - dedicated to specifically trans reader inserts! i’ll keep this masterlist accessible (and will finish one request i accidentally never wrote ^^;) and then on to the trans! seriously. as a trans man/masc, it’s so hard to find trans reader inserts, and i feel like i should put some into the world :) the new blog will be linked as soon as i create it

i will write for:

• supernatural

• good omens

• the 100

• broadchurch

• probably something else idk

i love you all, you’re valid, and have a nice day!

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Actually gorgeous omg

Falling into you - colored

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This is important to me.

i hate that mental disorders have turned into a competition. you can’t discuss eating habits without someone saying how they survived off green tea for 3 weeks and weighed 4 stone. you can’t discus your depression because another person has already tried to commit suicide 8 times and they’re only 12. you can’t discus self harm because you punch your leg until it turns purple whilst they slice their arm to the bone. you can’t talk about addiction because someone else will talk about facing their crack addiction for 18 years. every god damn time you even come close to reaching out you know there’s no point because in other people’s eyes you’re never sick enough. there’s always someone worse off. that’s the problem with attitudes to mental health. this “oh suck it up you’re not as bad as me/them” HAS TO STOP. you have no idea how much a problem affects a person because, okay i might seem like nothing to you but yo them their entire world is breaking down and they just have to wait till they either figure it out on their own, or become sick enough that people can’t deny it any more, and by then…

it’s usually too late. 

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my granddad just called me to tell me how big his cauliflowers are growing and it was so cute theyre “TWICE as big as the ones you get in the shop”

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Hey me again came back for another request could I get a jealous Crowley x reader were Crowley jealous of the readers pet snake (name and breed up to you) and gets all sulky and tries to compete against the snake but the reader gets a bit annoyed with Crowley and idk gets frusted with him because they have no idea what’s happening and Crowley gets upset but the reader the realises and goes and comfort him with cuddles and tells them that they will always be there favourite (so angst and fluff TY

OH MY GOD YES I HAVE S O O MANY IDEAS, ONE OF WHICH BEING CROWLEY ATTEMPTING ASSASSINATION-

I love you so much-

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hASTUR GO AWAY

Crowley: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Aziraphale: I saw a frog on the sidewalk the other day.

Crowley: Outstanding. This is what I'm talking about, people.

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Of Birthdays And Binders

Ship: Agender!Aziraphale x Genderfluid!Crowley x FtM!Reader

Content Warning: Gender dysphoria, mention of transphobia, reader had been disowned and kicked out prior to the story (brief mention, but might as well throw it out there.)

Summary: His birthday, and only two people cared. Not even people, two beings cared. No people. Don’t question why a legal adult with his own apartment can’t afford a new binder...? Convenient plot device. This can be read as FtM OR masc!nb. I use he/him the whole time.

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He woke up alone. Not only in the literal sense of being alone in bed, but no one had made any attempts to contact him. The street was unusually quiet too. It was like the one day where he wanted to be surrounded by people, he was…

Alone.

His second alarm rang, and he rolled himself off of his bed and onto his pile of plush pillows. His phone buzzed. Twice. Reaching for his phone, he yawned, expecting it to be a notification from Twitter or Instagram. So naturally, it wasn’t.

It was two texts.

‘Hello, darling! Happy birthday! I have a surprise for you, so if you could pop on by the bookshop at noon, that would be lovely. I love you, (y/n)!’ Azi’s texts never failed to make him wiggle with joy. They were full of gentle, affectionate words, oh so different from what he was accustomed to.

‘Someone told me it was my favorite baby goat’s birthday today. <3 So I figured I’d stop by in 30. You don’t need to do anything, just be in your flat. Love you, handsome ;)’ If someone walked up to (y/n) and said that the demon Crowley invented emoticons, he would believe it. Nonetheless, his texts were always flattering and made him feel appreciated.

He sent them both a heart emoji, and went to get dressed. Dressing didn’t really require much effort. He slept in his clothes, with the noteable exception of his old, beat up binder.

He had bought it in secret when he was sixteen years old. Had it shipped to his friend’s house, and paid for it with his birthday money. He almost got away with it, too, until his parents walked in on him washing it.

They were quick to start yelling at him. Calling him a sinner, a disgrace. They told him that if he was going to be a tranny, that he would do it far, far away from them.

So he packed his duffel bag, bought the cheapest ticket to London that he could find, and he left Massachusetts for good. Cut all ties with his blood relatives, and texted his friends goodbye.

Now, four years later, he had two loving boyfriends, and his life was getting back on track. Every weekday he worked a nine to five job at a diner, which paid just enough to pay rent, buy food, and pay his cell phone bill. He had some money set away for education, and medical expenses. But he still only had his old, beat up binder. It didn’t bind very well anymore, it was so stretched out. He couldn’t really afford to spend so much on one thing, no matter how happy it would make him. Money was tight, but what did he expect, being a high school dropout? He would give anything to have completed high school back in his hometown, but life didn’t work in his favor.

He sighed and shrugged it on, then pulled his oversized T-shirt back on. Five minutes until Crowley said he would arrive. Then, three knocks. Quick, sharp raps on the thin plaster door. (Y/n) rushed to open the door, and his boyfriend blew the birthday song on a tacky kazoo.

He laughed and opened the door wider so that the redhead could step in, playfully slapping his ass as he sauntered towards the couch.

“Happy birthday, hot stuff!” Crowley smirked, the pointed tips of his tongue showing slightly. He pulled out a small box. There was wrapping paper on it, but he could hardly call it wrapped. An attempt at wrapping was most likely made, but that’s really the extent of it. “I think you’re gonna like this.”

(Y/n)’s eyes softened. “Oh, you really didn’t have to.”

The look on Crowley’s fact could only be described as offended. “Oh, baby goat, I know I didn’t have to. But I wanted to. It’s your twentieth birthday, and the first birthday since we started dating. This is special. Now, take the box and open it, hm?”

He laughs and grabs the box, pulling it sharply and sending the demon flying into (y/n)’s arms. “I love you, my love.”

The tape was slowly peeled off, and the box flaps popped open. Inside was a full-tank, nude binder. In his size.

He stared in silent shock, eyes wide and teary. “Oh my God.” He pinched himself twice, before tackling his boyfriend into the old couch. He tenderly kissed the tip of his nose, smiling widely. “You got me a new binder. You actually got me a new binder. Oh my goodness.”

Crowley ruffled his hair affectionately. “Well? Go try it on!” His smile only got wider as (y/n) sprinted into the bathroom to put it on. After a couple minutes of silence, (y/n) yelled from the bathroom.

“Erm...sweetheart, darling, sweetcheeks, pretty boy, love, sexy ass, hottie, aha, erm…” he trailed off, and Crowley knew immediately that he had done something stupid. “How would you respond if I said I was stuck?”

Biting back a laugh, Crowley started walking towards the bathroom. “I’ll come help, hot stuff.”

He was indeed stuck in the new binder. It had been quite a long time since he had put on something so tight, and while he was euphoric, he had forgotten how difficult it was. Most of the binder was on properly, except for his arms. Somehow, he managed to get his arms stuck along his torso, and it was too tight for him to wiggle them out. Crowley’s face scrunched in a snicker that was met with an indignant pout.

“Oh poo, love.” He sticks his tongue out, and attempts to cross his arms (this doesn’t go well).

Crowley mock gasps. “So you don’t want my help?” Immediately, (y/n)’s eyes switch into a very persuasive puppy dog impression.

“Please?” He wriggles pathetically, in an attempt to invoke sympathy. “Pretty please?”

Crowley deadpans. “The physical appearance of the please has no effect on me.” But with a snap of his fingers, (y/n)’s arms were through the proper place, and he wasn’t stuck anymore.

Immediately, he ran up to the demon and tackled him. The twenty year old peppered his face with gentle pecks until he was breathless, finally pulling away to bury his head in Crowley’s shoulder. “Thank you, Crowley. Thank you so much.”

They spent the next couple hours cuddling on the couch, spooning with Crowley whispering sweet nothings to his boyfriend. Before they knew it, it was a few minutes to noon. Crowley pulled him up, and snapped his fingers. Instead of being in a small, musty flat, they were standing in an alleyway next to an even mustier bookshop.

A. Z. Fell & Co. Antiquarian and Unusual Books. Where his other darling boyfriend lived. As the clock struck noon, Crowley burst into the bookshelf and held the door open for his more timid boyfriend.

His eyes lit up when he saw a cake, and three mugs of cocoa. By no means was it small, in fact, it was the size of a traditional wedding cake. Large and extravagant. Aziraphale burst out of the back room and jogged over to his boyfriends. “Oh, happy birthday my darling boy!” He reached over (y/n)’s shoulder and pulled him into a tender hug and kiss on the top of the head. “Now come, else the cocoa will get cold.”

The three of them sat at the table. The angel pulled out a daintily wrapped, but rather large package. It was covered in a creamy white paper, and tied with little blue bows. Crowley nudged (y/n), prompting the boy to blush and tug the box from his boyfriend’s hand. “Gosh, you guys, you really shouldn’t have done all of this stuff.” He carefully untied all of the bows, and peeled the tape away. Everything was perfectly intact, except Crowley’s patience. “Honest, I don’t deserve any o-” (Y/n)’s eyes widened as Crowley leaned over and kissed the human until he had to pull away for air.

Wordlessly, the redhead poked the brown box, and his boyfriend got the message. He opened the box eagerly, and his eyes widened once again. Tears welled in his eyes and an infectious smile spread across his face. The box fell to the floor as a trans flag emerged.

Aziraphale’s eyes closed in a giddy giggle. “Look in the box again!” His bright eyes opened, and it was clear that watching (y/n) open gifts brought him joy. He did what he was told, picking the box up, only to drop it again.

“Oh, wow!” He cooed, awestruck. A hand-knit throw blanket, that doubled as a rainbow pride flag. “Oh, I love it! Did you-?”

Aziraphale cut him off with an excited hug. “Oh, I did hope that you would like it! I learned how to knit right before we began courting, and the day we, er, performed coitus, I knew exactly what to do!”

Crowley’s mouth dropped. “You didn’t use miracles? When you said you were going to make a blanket for him, I didn’t think you would spend a year making it.” Aziraphale blushed, and twiddled his thumbs. (Y/n) kissed both their cheeks lightly.

“I love you two, so much. I don’t deserve you, honestly.” He tugged them over to the plush couch and threw the blanket over the trio. Safe, warm, and happy. Just how life should be.

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*slams fist on table* More husbands!

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A comprehensive list

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This is important

Really happy to see this at my local library