#fandom readers

[nocturnus33]

Fandom reading trends:

Do you read fics from the same fandom only, or several ones?

One fandom, one ship.

One fandom, several ships.

Mutifandom, one ship per fandom.

Multifandom, multiple ships.

Voting ended onOct 11, 2025

[imma-little-teapot]

Fanfiction writers and readers:

To title chapters, or not to title chapters??

Writers: Title them. Flaunts creativity, Easter eggs, looks cool etc. 😁

Writers: Don't title 'em. Ain't nobody got time fo dat. 🙃

Writers: Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don't. 🙂

Readers: Title them. Ease of reference. 👌

Readers: Don't title them. (Feel free to share your reasoning 👍)

Readers: Eh, it don't bother me~ 🤷

... I guess this option is mine? 😛 (Additional thoughts? Feel free to share)

Voting ended onOct 17, 2023

[killitquick]

A Joke.

 Request: Can u please do 82 with Michael gray peaky blinders. 

Warnings: blood and death mentioned. 

Finn, Isiah, and Michael were drinking together down by the cut. It was a warm summers evening and the boys had a bottle of whisky between them. You were at home however writing a paper for class. You were studying to be a nurse and nothing was going to get in your way. Not even Michael Gray. This was going to be one of your last papers of the year and you wanted it to be good. So good that it would be Mindy Fabriello’s. She was dumber than a sac of hammers but somehow she managed to get by and somehow her paper seemed to be better than yours by huge margins. So you had sent Michael out to so you could just sit in silence and work in peace. 

You suppose it’s your fault for what transpired that day because you sent him away. You figured he’d go to the office and work on some business stuff for Shelby Ltd. but you were wrong. You had never thought that he would go and get dumb and dumber. 

Michael lay in the grass his hands behind his head creating a make shift pillow. His eyes were closed in blissful drunkenness and his skin soaked up the last few rays of the sun. Michael drifted in and out when he heard Finn start talking. 

“ Wouldn’t it be funny if” 

You were sitting in the living surrounded by notes, text books, and crumpled up pieces of paper. You notices the sun dipping down and sigh. You were becoming frustrated beyond belief and you had wished that Michael would come waltzing in through the door. You were hoping that he would come and take your mind off of things. At the thought of Michael you started to feel the familliar twinge of want start coursing through your veins. 

As if god himself answered your prayers you heard the door open and slam into the wall. You were confused for about a second before Isiah came running in out of breath with blood all over. 

“ It’s Micheal, he’s hurt bad” he wheezes out. 

Everything in your hands and lap drops too the floor. You stand up in a rush knocking over the coffee table sending tea all over the floor. You don’t even stop to put on shoes you just run after Isiah. You dress flows behind you as you run through Small Heath after Isiah.  When you get there you see Finn pacing also covered in blood. There’s something stick out of Michael and you can see the blood all over his creme coloured shirt you had passed him this morning. It’s all over his face and neck and you gasp at the sight.  You rush to his side and check to see if he’s breathing when he body lurches forwards. 

A scream erupts out of you and you propel yourself backwards. The sound of the boys laughter hits your ears and you catch your breath as you see Michael with a dazzling smile on his face.  You see his mouth move but you’re so confused you can’t wait hear what he’s saying. 

“ It’s just a joke baby, I swear” he laughs out. Hands clutching his sides.  

Your mouth opens and you plan to yell but all that comes out is a choked sob. The tears roll hotly down your face and you can’t contain it. You had felt everything in you stop when you saw him lying there, everything in you ran cold but you held on because you needed to. You’re training had kicked in and you went straight to work pushing down any feelings you may have had but the crisis had been averted and everything burst in you. 

The boys laughing die out as they watch you sob on the ground. Isiah quickly notices your bare and now black feet and he frowns. Finn was right it would be funny but now it wasn’t and he had felt the pit of dread start to grow in his chest. Your house wasn’t far from here and so he took off to your home to grab your shoes for you. Michael had never seen you cry and knowing he was the direct cause of it made his heart break. He thought the idea was a good one but he was also drunk.  He watched as your from crashed in on itself and he stumbled forward reaching for you. Collecting you into his arms he held you as you sobbed. 

“ Im sorry. Im so sorry” he repeats into your hair. 

Finn watches horrofied. He didn’t think it would go like this and he didn’t think he’d feel like this. He just stood there and watched as Michael tried to console you. He supposed the idea was a tad cruel and a sober Finn would have never even thought of it, but he had and it was directly his fault. Finn looked around for Isiah and saw he was running back towards the group with a pair of shoes in his hands.  

“ ‘ere, I got your shoes” you here Isiah say. 

You had stopped crying and now just sat in Michael's arms covered in red paint that in the heat of the moment look strikingly like blood. 

“ Thank you.” You say pulling them on.  

Michael took you home right then and there. You guys shared a bath cleaning all of the bright red off of your bodies, and then went to bed. Since Michael was still quite drunk he had fallen asleep quite easily with you pressed against his chest. However you couldn’t sleep you were wide awake. You had slipped downstairs and sat in the living room turning on the lights, you quickly finished your essay and tucked everything away into your school bag.  You sat in the silence and a plan formulated in your head. What happened today would not go silently in the night, oh no!  

Michael was a heavy sleeper, that he knew.  He was an even heavier sleeper when he had been drinking, usually you would wake him up with breakfast and coffee and he would sing your praise because “ damn woman you make a mean breakfast, and this coffee could bring the dead back to life” but today that didn’t happen. Michael awoke because of the sun being high in the sky flooding the bedroom with natural light. He groaned and rolled over searching for you body but couldn’t find it. He opened his eyes to see that all of your dresser drawers were left open and empty.  Immediately sitting up Michael then notices the closet door and how all of your dresses were gone too.  He jumped out of bed flying down the stairs looking for any existence of you but he couldn’t find anything. Michael was distraught he had never felt this panicked in his life, and he literally had a gun in his head once. He ran back upstairs and noticed the letter addressed to him on the night side table. 

Dear Micheal, 

After the stunt you pulled yesterday I no longer feel safe in this house. I can not be with someone who thinks a joke as cruel as that is funny.  you’ve broken my heart and I have nothing left to say but goodbye. 

xx (Y/N) 

Time stopped, it was like everything was working in slow motion now. He had no idea where you could have even gone but he knew he needed you back. He couldn’t do anything by himself. You had taken care of everything for him since you guys had started to date. How was he to survive without your love.  He pulled on pants and a random shirt and ran down the stairs. He stopped to put his shoes on but that’s the only time he did stop. He ran all the way to Polly’s house where he banged on the door with all his might. His chest was heaving his throat was burning and he could feel the familiar sting of tear right behind his eyes.  The door opens and he starts yelling for his mum. 

“ What’s wrong” Arthur asks 

“ She’s gone. She left. It’s all my fault”  Michael puffs as he makes his way into his mothers house.

 It isn’t till he gets to the parlour that he hears your laugh.  He can hear you talking with Polly and Ada about the betting shop.  He walks into the room and see you there in all of your glory. Your hair is pinned up out of your face but the sun is caught in and it makes it seem like you’re glowing. Like you have a hallow above your head. His knees are weak with need as he watches you laugh. 

“ Darling. Y-Your note” Michael says catching your attention. 

Your eyes slide up his body. His hair is in thirty different directions his shirt is un tucked and his shoes are hardly done up. You take a sip of tea letting the hot liquid slide down your throat before you respond. 

“ Oh that!” you exclaim a smile wide on your pretty face 

“ Yea that” Michael grumbles 

“ That was just a joke love”