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teddy06writes · 3 years

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Gonna Fix It

requested by this anon: “hi!! could you maybe do something angsty and fluffy with Fundy (or anyone really) where the reader is a trans guy? he/him”

Fundy x transmale!reader

trigger warnings: transphobes, homophobes, some swearing (I used the words tranny and fag) {I am both gay and technically trans please don’t come for me}

premise: When your dead name is leaked, along with photos of you pre transition the entire internet is quick to judge hypercritically, but your boyfriend is quick to take care of it

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(f/l/y/n)- first letter of your name

(y/d/n)- your deadname

“blep” talking

‘blep’ texting/messaging

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“(y/n/n)!”

“Yes Tommy?” You asked.

“How’d you feel about selling drugs?”

You snorted, glancing up at your face cam and the messages in chat before turning your character to face Tommy’s, laughing, “What?”

“Do you want to sell drugs with me and Wilbur?” He repeated.

You blinked, moving your character to look at the van and then back at him, “Tommy, I would love to sell drugs out of a van with you.”

“Yes! We have secured another one lets go! Pogchamp!”

You chuckled as Wilbur joined vc, following Tommy’s character over to the van as he announced, “Gentleman! We have a problem, we need to find a better cover for our operations.”

You looked around the inside of the van, filled with brewing stands and furnaces, “A hot dog van.”

“Pfff- a hot dog van?” Tommy laughed.

“It would be a decent cover.” Wilbur admitted, “We should do it.”

Almost reluctantly Tommy nodded, and Wilbur moved on, “Next on the order of business, we need new recruits beside just (y/n).”

You grinned, “I know just who to ask!”

You started to leave vc when Tommy warned, “No Americans and no women.”

“You got it.”

You left vc, talking to your twitch chat as you messed around in discord, “Weird lot, them boys. Anyway- apparently I’m a drug dealer in Minecraft now! And I’m gonna recruit someone else!”

After a few messages through discord your boyfriend called you, “Hello?”

Upon hearing Floris’ voice chat started spamming about you being a simp.

“Yeah so Tommy and Wilbur kinda roped me into selling drugs on the smp and they told me to get more people, so I’m calling you.” You explained.

“Angel why didn’t you just come ask me? Was the call necessary?”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up chat I’m not blushing! It was easier than getting up. Are you in or not?”

“Yeah sure.”

Child: ‘(y/n) big man’

Child: ‘big (f/l/y/n)’

(y/n): ‘what do you want Tommy’

Child: ‘get on the server we’re making plans for our country’

You sighed, quickly moving to boot up Minecraft, starting stream along with it and quickly giving an intro before logging on to the smp and joining vc.

“Ayyy! Big man!” Tommy yelled.

“Tommy!” You responded, though significantly less enthusiastically.

“(y/n) come to the hto dog van we’re making important decisions.” Wilbur said.

“Okay.” You headed down the prime path toward the van, listening to the others chatter.

“Okay so we need a name for our country,” Wilbur said as you arrived, “Something that fits. I am open to suggestions.”

“Pog something.” Tommy offered.

“ehhhhh.”

“Pogtopia!” He exclaimed.

You punched his character, “That’s so stupid.”

“Well- hmm, we’re all men here soooooooo Manburg!” WIlbur mused.

“It needs to be more European.” Eret said, tossing you some of the block to start helping with the walls.

“L’manburg.” You offered.

Wilbur and Tommy burst out laughing, “Perfect!”

“No Americans and no women! Just the way I like it!” Tommy yelled.

Everyone began to laugh at that, and you grinned, entirely unaware of the chaos beginning to unfold all over twitter, and even in your twitch chat.

~~ Later that night you ended up flopped across the couch, Floris sending you a text from his office, ‘Don’t forget to take off the tibby prison angel’ ‘I’ll be done with this soon and we can cuddle’

You chuckled, dragging yourself up off the couch and shuffling off to the bathroom to change out of your binder, and pull on a different hoodie, a bigger one that you had stolen from Floris.

By the time you were done and had come back out into the living room Floris had also emerged from his office, and was staring in horror at his phone.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You haven’t been on Twitter lately have you?”

Immediately you were going for your phone, taking it off silence to be bombarded by notifications, “uhhhh.”

Floris bit his lip, “I think you should read it for yourself.”

Quietly you opened twitter, checking first the hashtag that appeared at the top of your mentions ‘#y/nisalie’

Your breath hitched as you opened the hashtag, immediately seeing the original tweet, ‘#y/nisalie y/n has been lying to all of us a thread: apparently this tranny didn’t have the guts to put out that “he” was lying’

You scrolled through the tweets, ‘Man, I can’t believe (y/d/n) thought (y/n) was a good fake name’, ‘well at least we know Fundy isn’t actually a fag’ and then worst of all, ‘Guys I found what (y/d/n) actually looks like!’ followed by a picture of you, pre transition.

The world felt like it was caving in as you slowly sank down against the wall, tears starting to flow, “How did this happen?”

Floris was quick to sit down next to your, pulling you into his arms, “I dunno angel.”

You turned, sobbing into his shoulder, “Why are they like this? Wha- what am I gonna do?”

“I’m gonna fix this,” He murmured, “I promise.”

You curled further into his embrace, tears soaking his shirt as he rubbed circles into your back.

“It’s gonna be okay angel, it’s gonna be okay.”

~~ You avoided the internet at all costs for the next few days, not streaming, not being active on twitter or any other socials, hardly ever leaving Floris’ embrace for more than a few minutes as more and more notifications filled your phone.

It took a lot of coaxing from your boyfriend to check your twitter notifications after two days, and when you did you were delighted to see dozens of positive messages from real fans, and messages addressing the situation from all of your friends.

Eret: ‘dudes (y/n) is litterally trans, is you can’t deal with that then get out of this community; it’s seriously not okay to disrespect someone like that.’

Wilbur: ‘guys remember when I said trans rights and trans rights until I’m dead? Well that applies to (y/n) as well so piss off and stop bothering them’

Tommy: ‘listen up, serious tweet for once: you guys really need to learn how to recover someone and there pronouns, stop calling big man (y/n) by his dead name or get off the platform’

Along with countless others, and of course one from Floris as well, who had made a thread as soon as he saw what was going on:

‘Guys, listen. My boyfriend is the most wonderful human being in all the world. Whoever leaked his dead name or went looking for pictures of him before his transition is honestly a monster and I hope you realize the weight of your actions. Apparently we as a community have a few things to go over,

1: respect creators boundaries, if (y/n) didn’t want to tell you he wasn’t born male it’s not your business, 2: respect people’s pronouns, if someone tells you to use he/him they probably know if there right or not, 3: you can’t fucking invalidate someone like that, and put them on display as a fucking hashtag.

4: if anyone ever tries to talk about my boyfriend like this, (using the wrong pronouns, misgendering, using his dead name or in any other way invalidateing him) I will personally make sure you are never allowed on social media again’

You looked up from your phone, “Y- you got them to stop?”

Floris smiled, “I told you I was gonna fix it.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #fundy x reader #teddy06 writes

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