Are you taking requests? And/Or still taking requests? If you are I would really love to read a Tommy Shelby x FtM Reader fluff where he helps them cope with their dysphoria. Specifically lack of top surgery.
Tommy Shelby x FtM reader
Note: I know I said that I had problem with writerâs block and probably wonât be posting any writing for a bit, but when this request came in I had to write it since one of the reason Iâm currently having a hard time is because of mental health and dysphoria, so it really helped to write this for myself and the request.
Thank you a lot for requesting this, I hope you like it :3
Please don't bind with bandages, it's very dangerous and can decrease your chances of being able to have top surgery in the future!
The day wasnât going well for you and you couldnât wait to return to the comfort of home. You were on foot, too self conscious to talk to strangers and get a ride. Besides, you didnât have any money with you. You werenât used to always carrying some like Tommy whose pockets were always full.
Huge relief filled you when you walked through the door, inhaling the smell of Arrow house. It was strange for you to think of it as home. It was difficult convincing yourself that Tommy loved you as much as he said because of your insecurities.
You hung up your coat and cap by the door before continuing farther inside, a smile growing on your features as you spotted the pure white german shepherd trotting toward you. He didnât have a name yet, but Tommy couldnât say no to you after you found it barely holding on to life a few days ago.
Your companion followed you upstairs, tail wagging with joy. Tommy liked to keep up his exterior neutral whenever the animal seeked his attention, but you knew that he had a soft spot for him. You caught him petting the animal and speaking to it quietly whenever he thought no one was watching. He mostly speaks to him in Romani which you canât understand, but you can quess by the soft tone of Tommyâs voice whenever he does it.
You could hear Tommy talking on the phone in his office, risking a peek inside. The door was fortunately well kept and didnât squeak to reveal your location. You could instantly tell Tommy wasnât happy.
âAnother week? Another fooking week? Yesterday you said that it would be ready by todayâs evening!â
You didnât stay to hear the rest, silently closing the door and sighing. The white shepherd whined next to you and followed you into the bedroom where you looked yourself into the mirror. You liked how you looked in the âtraditionalâ Peaky Blinders attire. The many layers helped to hide your chest completely.
Thatâs why when undressing each layer you took off made you feel worse and worse. The last thing you had on was something Tommy had specially made for you and you cried when he showed you. You were confused when he took you to see one of his friends and very uncomfortable when said friend took measures of your upper body, but only a few days later he presented you with something that would compress your chest more safely than the bandages would and it was definitely more comfortable.
You wanted to keep it on now, but after the long day of wearing it you felt exhausted and stiff from the ache. You threw a sheet across the mirror before you finished undressing and quickly reached for one of Tommyâs large shirts and underwear.
You loved wearing Tommyâs things, specially when you felt bad about yourself.
You proceeded to curl on the bed you both shared, laying on where Tommy usually sleeps. There were only two rules regarding your new canine companion. One: heâs not allowed into Tommyâs office and Two: heâs not allowed on the bed. Yet still when the dog watched you with its large blue eyes and jumped on the bed to curl up into your arms you couldnât send him away, specially with how bad you were feeling.
You stayed like that for a while, stuck in your thoughts, overthinking and drowning in self loathing. So much that you didnât notice Tommy enter the bedroom. He could instantly tell what the problem was. It was the only thing that could get you like this.
âY/n, why didnât you come find me?â Tommy sat down on the bed, glancing to the white mass of fluff in your arms with a fond look void of anger and then proceeded to pay attention to you.
âYou were on the phone. You were angry and it sounded importantâŚâ
You knew it was a lame excuse, given the fact that Tommy explicitly told you countless of times that no matter what he is doing at the time you come to him if youâre feeling bad about anything. Doesnât matter if heâs on the phone or meeting someone.
âSorryâŚâ You added weakly and Tommy sighed, brushing his knuckles against your cheek gently. âNo apologies.â Tommy murmured and quickly undressed to his underwear, laying behind you so he could wrap his arms around you completely. After all of this time he already learned which places he should avoid to make you most comfortable, so you relaxed after feeling his hands were exactly where you wanted them to be.
âI know you said heâs not allowed on the bed-â
âShh, from now on thereâs only one rule,â
You could feel Tommyâs gentle smile against your neck when he pet the dogâs head, chuckling when his hand was licked. âHave you thought of a name yet?â You thought for a bit before shaking your head. âThatâs okay, Iâm sure he doesnât mind.â You laughed at that weakly and buried your face in the soft fur of the large animal. You remembered how thin and dirty he was when you found him.
âI love you so much...youâre the most handsome man I have ever metâŚâ Tommyâs words brought a red flush to your face, specially when he proceeded with pressing soft kisses to your neck and jaw.
âI donât ever want you to think that you donât deserve any of this, or that you are an inconvenience to me or anyone in my family. I love you and I would do anything to make you the happiest you can be. Got it?â
You sniffled slightly and turned your head to look at Tommy, exhaling through your nose when he pressed his lips to yours.
