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"do you think im fat?" wwe men x fem!reader

featuring: jey uso, dominik mysterio, damian priest

cw: curvy fem wrestler reader, self conscious reader, negative self talk, curvy/thick reader, reader is fem presenting, cis fem reader intended, neck kisses in jey & doms, forehead kisses in Damian's, very suggestive content in all, pet names, minors dni

this shit was not proofread mb y'all😭😭💔 enjoy

The hypocrisy of the "inclusive reader" culture

How Inclusivity Became a Performance

Everyone loves the big, beautiful speeches on Tumblr. Everyone likes the posts screaming about how we desperately need diversity, how we need POC readers, plus-size readers, gender-neutral readers, disabled readers, etc.

Those posts get thousands of likes. Everyone wants to look progressive.

But what happens in reality? What happens when a truly inclusive fanfiction is actually published?

Suddenly, the crowd vanishes. Silence. The story gets treated like a niche within a niche.

The hypocrisy is systemic. Platforms give us tags to help make diverse stories searchable. But look at how the 'inclusive' crowd uses them. They don't use tags like 'Plus-size Reader' or 'POC Reader' to find content—they use them as a negative filter. They systematically mute and exclude these tags from their dashboards so they never have to look at them. They demand authors label their diversity, not to celebrate it, but to make it easier to avoid.

Let’s talk about how ridiculous this is. You can have two fanfictions. They have the exact same summary. The exact same plot. Word for word. The writing is great, the ideas are amazing. But if one is a generic "X Reader" and the other is a "Chubby Reader" or a "Disabled Reader"?Everyone disappears. Nobody wants it unless it fits the generic mold.

And let’s look at how they treat these stories when they actually open them. They don’t want true representation; they want misery porn. They will only accept a plus-size or disabled character if the entire plot centers around their trauma, their insecurities, and their tears. The moment an author writes a diverse character who is simply confident, happy, and having a normal, sexy romance without apologizing for existing? The progressive audience walks away. They don’t want to normalize you; they just want to pity you to feed their own savior complex.

Then come the excuses. I have seen people look at an inclusive fic and say, "Oh, I don't feel legitimate reading this because I don't look like that character/reader."

Are you serious?

Think about the bigger people. The people of color. The people living with a disability, a squint, or losing their hair because of stress. For decades, they had to swallow thousands of "X Reader" stories that looked exactly like a standard, skinny, white Original Character (OC). They read them without complaining for years, even though they looked absolutely nothing like them.

The day they finally speak up and demand to be seen?

They get likes on their rants, but zero actual support for their stories.

The worst part? The sheer hypocrisy of the readers who belong to these marginalized groups themselves. They have been so heavily spoon-fed by the "generic" standard that they won't even support authors who write for people outside the norm. They are outside the norm themselves in real life, but they still reject inclusive fics because they've been brainwashed by the generic skinny, able-bodied fantasy.

We need to talk about the excuse of 'escapism.' Many readers from these exact marginalized groups claim they use fanfiction to escape reality. But let's be honest about what that really means: your imagination has been so colonized by systemic beauty standards that you cannot even fantasize about yourself in your own skin. You demand representation on the public timeline for political points, but in the dark, you still crave the white, skinny, able-bodied default. You want the world to change, but you refuse to change your own desires.

And let's hit the peak of hypocrisy: the ones who finally get the exact representation they begged for, but completely refuse to interact. They will click on the fic, read it in secret, take everything the author gave them, and then leave absolutely zero likes, zero reblogs, and zero comments. They demand to be visible in the stories, but they choose to remain a ghost when it's time to support the creator who actually listened to them. They refuse to do the bare minimum for their own community.

Why are you refusing to interact? Is it out of shame? Are you afraid of being rejected by the "popular clique" if people see you liking a fic that doesn't fit the standard norm?

This ghost behavior isn't just laziness; it's social cowardice. In today’s hyper-punitive fandom culture, interacting with a diverse fic is seen as a political risk. If the author makes one wrong move, uses one imperfect term, or writes a scene that doesn't fit the current internet dogma, the 'anti' crowd will tear them apart. So readers play it safe. They consume the representation in secret like thieves, stealing the author's emotional labor, but they refuse to leave a trace. They protect their own digital reputation by leaving the creator to stand completely alone in the cold.

Listen, you can't please everyone. That's a fact of life. But don't you dare cry when everything is gone. When authors stop writing for you, when the diversity you begged for completely vanishes because you were too scared or too lazy to hit the reblog button, do not cry. You caused this.

People love the concept of inclusivity because it makes them look good on their dashboard. But when it's time to actually read, comment, and give visibility to a real diverse story, their laziness and internalized biases take over.

#Fanfiction culture #Fandom culture #Inclusive reader #X reader #Poc Reader #Chubby reader #Disabled reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd fanfiction #akotsk fanfiction #hotd fandom #a knight of the seven kingdoms fanfiction

hi hi hi hi can you write a tony stark x ftm reader where reader is an equestrian and gets spoiled with abunch of really expensive horse stuff (and probably rare horses too..) all the time by tony?

Bite me, Love me, Nonetheless

Pronouns used: you/your

Tony Stark x FTM reader (equestrian themed)

Warnings: Tony is a bit of an ass, reader is an icon.

It’s funny how things end up, one second you’re holding on by a frayed thread, trying to balance the normal stresses of life and the issue of being so far from financially stable, and the next? You catch the eye of someone who commands life rather then let it rule him, someone who’s foundations never falter. He’s so self assured, unfazed, effortlessly confident, intelligent, and overwhelming wealthy.

For the longest of times you had this dream, mostly unattainable. The idea of being secure, to the point you could giddily buy some animals to look after and spoil. At a younger age, you were around horses, a distant neighbour with a couple of mares. Tall, strong and yet utterly affectionate. You’d ‘sneak’ some apples over the fence at any opportunity (the neighbours were always aware and amused).

They laxly offered them up to ride, it wasn’t a yes or no question, it was a flurry of excited nods and begging your family to buy you some riding gear. From then the love for horses in particular festered, climbing on them with your slightly oversized helmet, brushing their manes with the upmost care. You’d spend hours braiding tails and scratching them behind the ears, right in the spot that made them pull their lip back in toothy smiles.

You almost became engrained into their paddocks, always insistent to the neighbours that you truly didn’t mind feeding them. It certainly made their nights easier, some spritely kid who memorised the feed and did it by muscle memory.

It was a peace you couldn’t quite describe, making fuss of a gentle giant who could not speak to you, but somehow understood you. On days that were hard, gravelled with sadness and a slump that wouldn’t ease, they’d rest their giant heads on yours, or nudge into you like they were attempting to fix the slouch themselves. The best days were ones with orange skies, the sun slowly lowering and illuminating the fields. Pure warmth pouring on your skin while laying tiredly on one of the mares, they didn’t lie down too often, so these times were deeply treasured.

The contrast of moving away from the endless green and life to a forest of concrete and skyscrapers was jarring. It’s not that things were devoid of life or colour here, it was just, different, a touch lonelier. Which had a bitter taste of irony considering the population size was up by thousands in comparison.

You just needed some coffee, the morning had just begun and already it was too taxing, weighing on you so claustrophobically. It was the flimsiest way of coping, tired beyond comprehension? Line up for a buzz of caffeine and hope for a miracle that your energy would return in full force. It never did, but sometimes it took the edge off, made you feel less like a half functioning corpse.

That’s when you met him, the arrogance at first had poured off in waves. With the most entitlement you have ever seen in one body, this man walked pointedly straight past you and skipped the line. To make it worse he had the gall to be so indecisive about his order, wasting your precious, exhausted time. It took a few seconds to register to your slumped brain that whoever this was had just very rudely skipped ahead.

The fact he was in a way too expensive and lavish suit didn’t register, nor the bodyguard a few paces behind. With a slow, angry brain you stepped closer to him, “hello?”

Even the way he turned was stupidly obnoxious, notching down some sunglasses to stare at you with idle boredom. It was even more infuriating that he was attractive, deep brown eyes, tanned skin, neat facial hair that you had the odd thought of scraping your cheek against. He didn’t respond, just stared, and raised a singular eyebrow.

“You just skipped in front of me, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to say my order and you’re going to wait.” In hindsight that probably wasn’t the best approach, talking down to him like a dog. Why was he a little familiar?

A flicker of amusement crossed his face, sculpted lips barely holding in a smug smirk. “Am I now?”

You simply brushed past him, saying your order relaxed and smooth. You didn’t spare him a glance as you picked up the cup of steaming coffee.

There were distant sputters as you walked away, him obviously expecting to be acknowledged at least once more. For curiosity’s sake, you turned back, meeting his gaze. Whether it was the lack of consuming the coffee that made your brain hazy, or just pure impulsiveness, you winked.

Tony Stark couldn’t stop drinking coffee. He kept returning to that coffee van, copperish in colour with a minimalist look. But it had a couple plants in view on shelves, and they even had paper straws. The ‘hero’ part of him made him veer towards it, all in the name of saving the turtles. That’s when he’d seen you, fiery and tired, cutting through his bullshit, pulling a reaction out of him so foreign.

It had become routine to stop by, and for a while you were a no show. Then one day that changed, you were with a friend, laughing and smiling. You were radiant.

He doesn’t know what compelled him to go over to your and very scratchily clear his throat, and offer to pay for you and your friend’s order.

The way you paused in slight confusion, and then brightly smiled towards him in gratitude. Oh it had him be a goner.

You liked horses. every time they were brought up in conversation, you lit up like a live wire, passionate. Knowledgable about breeds, eager to bet in races, to watch them.

He asked you, only once. “You‘ve looked after horses right?”

After an excited yes, he filed it away for later. Not too much later though.

Within a short time span, Tony Stark had gone overboard with buying a property with a built in stable, acres of land, and of course, horses.

Like a hawk, he’d watched you. Listened when you mentioned your favourite breeds.

Then, one night after a beautiful date, stars shining in the sky, candlelight and moderately okay cooking. Tony had whisked you away, “for a drive” he had phrased it as.

You were stunned, shocked. Standing in front of an ethereal home, it felt like belonging. And the stables...

The horses. Your gaze took too long to notice them, but when you did, you breathed out a laugh. The smile that graced your face should’ve been painted for him to always remember.

“Don’t say I don’t spoil you.”

You guffawed at him, “you’re unbelievable.”

He smiled, leaning down to press a warm kiss to your forehead. “I’m glad to see my man happy.”

A/N: Hi my lovely!! So glad you sent in a request for me, I myself am not too centred in equestrian stuff, so this may be short and sweet, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

(Yes I finally am getting to my requests!!)

#iron man #tony stark #tony x reader #tony stark x reader #inclusive reader #ftm reader #he/him reader #iron man x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #tony stark fic

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I didn’t specify if reader was Targaryen, but reader is of the blood of Old Valyria as they have their own dragon.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

progress on a neytiri wip

i am horrific at posting on tumblr leisurely, because im a bit of a slow writer. But this is my alt account, meant to motivate me to writer more and connect with people. so im posting some lines in a neytiri fic that im writing!!

you have never gazed upon a brighter, more vibrant shade of cobalt. The intensity in her eyes have a stuttered breath coming out. She is carved from the finest of marble, fierce and sharp. You do not concern yourself with the consequences of getting cut.

-this is the first paragraph in the entire story. i love it!! the reader (you, me, us), from the get go are already locked in on neytiri. we are immediately focusing solely on her beauty, all of it (including her danger).

All in the name of greed. Violence strings through their guns, pushing out a melody that has no right to exist on Pandora. Mourning has found new heights.

-i remember writing this and just thinking from the na'vi's point of view. all the grief and violence and hurt.

-and finally

You had not seen her since the fall of hometree.

-a tiny bit of lore, youve met neytiri before!!

A/N: i literally love neytiri an unfathomable amount, so glad i get to write about her falling in love with the reader

#james cameron avatar #avatar 2009 #neytiri x reader #neytiri #fanfic #x reader fanfiction #inclusive reader #inclusive writing

Retracing the Footsteps of Those Who Got Lost in The Snow

so desperate for content they got me writing my own material

pjsekai card ass title 💀

stream arctic monkeys

cw: hurt/comfort, gn reader, lots of cuddling damn, implied family issues so true, so self indulgent that it’s insane

Deleting soon

#Spotify #spider man into the spider verse #spiderverse across the spiderverse #spider verse #miles molares #spiderman #miles morales x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #black reader #inclusive reader

Do I scare you?

It’s literally been years since I’ve written and posted on here but I’ve been obsessed with Eddie Munson since June and all of my other stories were literal trash so, I hope you enjoy this somewhat better fic<3

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ ~~~~~ ♥

Your head fell onto the window, watching the after-school-traffic back up so far that you couldn’t even get out of your parking space. The school day had already been shit, you were exhausted and the only thought in that pretty little mind of yours was a nice nap.

Your fingers anxiously drummed against your steering wheel to the beat of an Aerosmith song that played lightly over your radio, eyes flicking from one end of the parking lot to the other.

If it took any longer, you were sure to cry from frustration. Maybe you should have skipped? I mean, it seems pretty worth it right now. After being embarrassed in your third period, you had been ready for the day to be over so of course, of course you’d have to be stuck in the after-school traffic in the parking lot.

With all your frustration, you hadn’t noticed the super senior walking up to the driver side of you car. You hadn’t even noticed him until he tapped on the window, waving his finger in a circle as a way to ask for you to roll your window down.

“Yeah?” your arm made quick work with the window crank, once there was a small crack you had questioned the long-haired man.

He smiled down at you, eye’s twinkling but you were sure that’s just how his eyes looked. “Hey sweetheart-” you visibly grimaced at the nickname, catching him off guard. Sure, a lot of people rejected him, he was used to that but he wasn’t used to them visibly grimacing at his cute little nicknames.

“I- anyways, I’m parked in front of you and if you never pull out in front of these assholes, we’re gonna be here a while” you turned to look at the traffic which had stayed stagnant the entire time.

“Why don’t you just back up?” he let out a quick and loud ‘Ha!’ before he bent over to rest his arms on the window opening. “Just because I’m driving doesn’t mean I’m good at driving. I’ve never backed into traffic and I don’t plan on starting now” you stare at him with bewilderment. He couldn’t be serious could he?

You shrug, hands placed on the steering as you glance in your rearview mirror before you look back to him. “Look, Eddie. The same could be said about me. I’m not backing out until it’s clear to do so, sooo....” you held out the word, watching him stand from his bent position. His eyes scanned the wave of cars before stopping on one.

You could tell he was thinking as he sucked in a deep breath and chewed on the inside of his cheek, his hand coming to play with his lip as he looked onto all of his classmates and their parents.

His eyes flickered over to the right before they got wide, a smile appearing on his face as he looked back to you. You didn’t know what he was scheming but God, was it probably a bad idea. “The line is about to move and guess who’s behind you?”

He giggled like a little girl and before you could even ask, he was already answering. “Jason fucking Carver. Now, I don’t know if you know this sweetheart but me and Jason are like this-” he twist his middle and index finger to give you a visual of how ‘close’ he was with Jason. Of course, you knew that no one could possibly be that close with either boy. Both having their own flaws in everyone's eyes, Eddie being a ‘freak’ and Jason was a stuck-up asshole, so could anyone really be that close to them?

“Doesn’t Jason like- hate you?” Eddie’s smile faltered as he put a hand on his chest, acting as if he couldn’t believe that you would say such a thing to him.

“Jason? No, I’m telling you man, he’s my best friend” You doubted that, seriously.

“What’s your point Eddie?” he clasped his hands together before rubbing them together, his schemes coming to mind as he, once again, bent over to get closer to you.

“My point is, I’ll just walk up, tap on his window and keep him distracted long enough for you to pull out, then you just have to wait for me to pull out in front of you and we’ll be even” he held his hand out to you, a smirk appearing on his pale face.

Making a deal with Eddie Munson felt like making a deal with the devil. Was it really worth it? Making a deal with the devil to get out of a crowded parking lot? You weren’t even sure if you’d be able to get out, who knew what was holding the line up. “I can tell your hesitant, that’s smart. You’re smart. But you know what’s not smart? Staying in this damn line all damn day!” he somehow sounded like a prepubescents boy when he yelled. Aside from sounding like a thirteen-year-old, he had a point. I mean the both of you had better things to do... at least you knew you did.

“Okay... okay, you’re right” he offers his hand up for you to shake, in which you did. He nods his head happily before walking towards Jason’s car. He put his hand up to block out the sunrays as he approached the jock.

He knocked on the window as he had with you. His hands went to rest in the pockets of his jacket as he waited for Jason to roll the window down.

Jason wasn’t happy but rolled his window down, to get the ‘freak’ away from his car. “What the hell do you want?” Eddie was surprised the ass didn’t have some stupid practice where boys, who claimed to be straight, ran around with other boys in short-shorts while yelling for a chance to hold the ball. Didn’t sound straight to Eddie.

“Can’t I just chat with my buddy?” Jason looked like he could vomit on spot with the insinuation that the two of them could be friends. It wasn’t likely and it wasn’t like Eddie even wanted to be friends but he’d honestly say anything to get him out of this hot-ass parking lot and into the safety and peacefulness of his empty trailer.

“Get outta here, freak!” Eddie leaned onto Jason’s car the same way he had on your car, pissing Jason off to no end.

You watched from your car, head turned to an angle you didn’t even know you could manage. You noticed the car in front of Jason had pulled away but of course he didn’t notice, his attention was drawn to Eddie.

You took your chance, putting your car in reverse and quickly pulled out in front of Jason. You had pulled as close to Jason’s car without touching it, making sure to give Eddie’s big van enough room to zoom through.

“What the fuck, Munson!?” Jason threw his hand in front of him, motioning to your car in anger. He could have pulled out and been out of the parking lot had it not been for the loser.

Eddie turned his attention to you before he feigned shock. He smacked his lips together before throwing his own hands in the air towards you, “What the hell?! I’ll talk to them for you” he puckered his lips as he nodded his head, throwing a thumbs up towards the angry blonde.

He patted the top of your car, leaning over with a smirk. “Good job, sweetheart” he threw a wink in your direction. You laughed, looking in front of the car momentarily before back to Eddie.

“I can’t believe that actually worked. You’re scary crazy” he scrunched his face up, disagreeing. He cocked his head closing one eye due to the sunlight.

“Do I scare you?” you thought about it. Sure, he was weird and while you hadn’t talked to him much, he was probably one of the coolest people at this Podunk high school.

“No, not really” he smiled at you before patting the roof of your car once more. He began to walk away but not before he turned back, yelling a, “I’ll see you around (l/n)!”

Was that the beginning of a crush? No, of course not. You were too old for childish things like crushes. You’d just have to ignore the rapid movement of your heart as you watched the town ‘freak’ speed out of the parking lot in front of you. Ignoring the tingling you felt in the hand that shook his.

No, of course you didn’t like Eddie Munson! That’d be ridiculous and you were a smart. Boys like Eddie Munson, well they’re something else. Something you’d like to explore more of.

#Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Season 4 #Jason Carver #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x Plus Size reader #Eddie Munson x gn! Reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson fic #Plus Size reader #inclusive reader

read the thing you wrote abt mickey altieri 🥺🥺 i love that man so much. if i could, i was wondering if i could request something abt him? maybe something where the read has insomnia and he helps them actually sleep <33 only if you want, of course 🫶

Mickey Altieri x Reader: Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby.

Words: 1199

Warnings: mickey is a killer but reader doesn’t know that (however this is not what the fic is about). there are light mentions of anxiety, stress and pills (for headaches), i think there's swearing (bc it's me).

Summary: after a movie night with your boyfriend mickey, you don’t want to go to sleep.

Author's note: thank you so much for requesting, @altierirose!!! mickey will always have my heart, and he’s so fun to write for. i didn’t make this explicitly about insomnia, but reader does have trouble sleeping and that’s what this is about. no hate to dirty dancing, btw!!! (just a bit.) i'm giving you a follow bc there's not much people appreciating our boy... feel free to request whenever !!!! this is my attempt at not using "y/n" anymore.

Criticism is appreciated and request are open (except for the Wednesday fandom)! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! You can see the character i write for HERE.