Why are SOME female readers SOOOOO pressed by the idea of male readers/writers? 💀 Isn't the majority of "x reader" stories YOU read targeted towards the female audience? Why are YOU complaining about a gay dude not wanting to write for YOU? What point are YOU trying to make to shame the person for writing gay love? HOW IS IT AFFECTING YOUR DAILY ROUTINE???
Besides, telling them a character is not gay and being bitchy over it won't stop them from making fics. There is no such thing as being "underrepresented" and "oppressed" by ONE fic 🤦
Stop complaining about homosexuality. Start minding your own business. ✌️
FEMALE READERS STOP ADDING MALE READER TAG TO GET MORE LIKES!!!
So today I was scrolling through the male reader tag when I came across an account who has made multiple posts and adds the male reader tag
Tagging- male reader, Chris Evans x male reader, gender neutral reader, Sebastian stan x male reader, dean winchester x male reader ect
Yet ALL THE FICS WERE FEMALE READER and used she/her pronouns, so I sent an ask asking if they write male reader as well and they never answered so I left a comment on one of these posts asking why they keep doing that on their posts. They immediately deleted the comment, Upon looking at their blog and clicking the search bar typing "male reader" I see most of the fics they write they add the male reader tag just to try and get more likes and instead of answering my question as to why like I said they just deleted the comment.
MOST FANFICTION ON ALL FANFICTION PLACES ARE FOR FEMALE READERS AND MALE READERS HAVE BARELY ANYTHING YET I KEEP SEEING MULTIPLE FEMALE READER ACCOUNTS DOING THIS JUST FOR EXTRA LIKES AND ATTENTION! funny thing is it's not just this account -half the male reader tags I follow keep getting female reader fics using the male reader hashtag just to try to get more likes and manipulate the male readers into thinking we got a new fic when all they want is more likes.
Tagging some male reader accounts to try and help spread the word to get female writers to stop doing this... PLEASE DON'T SPREAD HATE TO THESE PEOPLE when you see it just maybe leave a comment politely asking them to stop.
I used to write a Chris Evans x Male Reader blog before I quit and with the fact that we aren't getting new fics and this I've been thinking of returning and writing male reader stories just to try and give male readers at least something more to read , the few male reader writers that we have can only do so much before they get burned out.
Summary: When you're feeling a bit self-conscious, your close friend takes it upon himself to cheer you up!
Authors note: this is my first time trying something like this frfr, I'm going to be testing multiple different writing styles, let me know if you'd like more of this! My requests are always open. And sorry for the hiatus life has been life.
Warnings: Reader is MC, Angst with comfort, mentions of past trauma physical and mentally, reader is just tired and just breaks down.
It felt like they all were looking at you. The statues that didn't move unlike the ones at Noble Bell College. You knew they weren't judging you but as you walked behind the fae prince on this beautiful evening you couldn't help but think that the statues that were made to depict absolute beauty, made to symbolize the embodiment of strength and honor, were judging you. You, the magically impaired human that got rammed into this world suddenly, you the same human that is covered in scars from multiple battles against overblot monsters, you who has been struggling to keep you and your honorary son fed and clean with the little you have been given while still having to attend school.
You pass a fountain, the statue that sat on it crying water into the stone bowl was wonderful, beautiful flowing hair, smooth sculpted figure and even in tears it was breathtaking. Then you look down into the water that reflects your face in the rippling water. You had a scar down your cheek that was deep and nasty, a symbol of how you almost lost your life because you were weak!
"Child of man?", a voice, smooth like silk came from ahead of you. You snap out of your head turning towards the tall horned male his gaze holding confusion and worry on his features.
"Hmm...?" It was all you could muster, you felt that if you were to let out actual words you'd break and crumble like one of these statues.
"Are you alright my friend? I have been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes", he stepped away from a statue turning his full attention to you.
No matter how hard you tried to keep your tough look, the question seemed to seep into one of the cracks and pry it wide open causing the back of your eyes to burn and your vision to become blurry. Your form shook with sobs that were hard to maintain and for the first time, Malleus saw the true you.
Not some grown up that showed a smile to everyone who was broken. Not a person who bravely fought against so many deadly beasts. He saw the scared confused teen that doesn't know what they're doing and has been winging it so much that they've flown straight into the sun. He hears you sob like a lost child, because that is what you are. Scared and lost.
He doesn't speak, he moves. Cradling your head and holding you in a way that would have Sebek screaming your head off. He holds you firm, not shushing you. He lets you cry it out, he lets you sob like a baby. Even with the tears soaking his fancy uniform, he just sits there and holds you. And honestly, that's all you needed. You didn't want someone trying to talk you down, you didn't need to have someone to fix it right at that moment. You just needed someone to be there to listen, and that's what he did.
"I'm just so... Tired...." You finally spoke, your voice horse from the sobs, it showed how tired you actually were. Tired of being abnormally normal, tired of being powerless among the powerful, tired of being imperfect. And that's exactly what you say, out into the air.
"I understand you feel these emotions, and I wish I could have seen this sooner, child of man... I do not believe I could have stopped it all, but I do believe I could have helped even just a little", He said gently stroking your head like how a mother would her scared child.
"Thank you Malmal... You didn't have to listen, but you did, and I appreciate you for that..." You say with a tired smile.
"I am pleased to hear that I was of assistance in some way, let's end our walk here. I shall walk you back to your dorm so you can have a proper nights rest", the dragon fae spoke turning the two of you around and walking back towards the ramshackle dorm you call home.
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I actually really like this, I just came up with it all on the spot so I hope it's good 😣
Sorry this was so late shit hit the fan for a few days.(not trying to sound like those wattpad users who basically died for half a year)
This isn't proofread so of its bad blame grammarly bc it's my editor.
Warnings: Don't mind my sleep deprived mind trying not to write two paragraphs of mussel man boobs.
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The walk was peaceful, the sun was still shining even though it was lowered behind the dense trees, M/N stepped over large roots that seemed to cover the ground in a thick layer. As he went he collected leaves, sticks, and rocks, all to prove that he walked through the forest that was most dangerous to the town he resided in.
As he brushed aside a few vines, making sure to tear a piece of it off for evidence, M/N came across a tree, that was surrounded by a lake. The orange glow from the sun and the leaves falling into cages in the area made it look almost magical. The distant sound of forest critters brought a calm ambiance to the area as he hopped from root to rock just to make it to the base of the large tree.
“I need to take a pic of this, it's so cool!” M/N mutters to himself as he stands close enough to the tree yet far enough to get a good viewpoint as he takes out his phone he crouches on one of the slightly wobbly roots that lead to the tree and holds his phone up to his face.
Lining up the phone perfectly to get the picture, M/N was just about to snap the picture when he noticed something peeking up from behind the thick trunk of the tree. It was what looked to be a horse, and then the thought crossed his mind, ‘Wouldn't it be great to get a wild living animal in the picture as proof to my friends? Hell yeah!’ and with a new mission in mind, he slowly stalked around the roots trying to stay as silent as possible. “CRACK”, never mind he stepped on a stick.
The sudden noise caused the house to bristle a bit as it disappeared behind the tree. M/N sighed in disappointment and was about to put his phone away when he noticed movement emerging from behind the trunk again. Looking up to see a tall man ways away, his lower half hidden behind the tree as he peers curiously at M/N.
The man was very muscular with long hair that looked a little bit like sea grass, from the distance M/N could see he had green eyes that looked almost like they were glowing in the shadows, but he chalked that up to the sunset lighting. Another thing that he noticed was that the tan-skinned male had no shirt on, and took it upon himself to secret peek at his muscular figure.
M/N put his phone down a bit and waved at the man in a friendly manner, ‘Better to be friend than foe, he looks like he could bench press me…’ he thought to himself.
The man, in return, stepped out from behind the tree more at the friendly gesture, and that's when he saw it.
The man had the lower half of a horse, a strangely green-tinted, slimy-looking horse. This revelation caused M/N to slip on a mossy rock while trying to slowly back away a d he fell through the roots and into the water of the pond surrounding the tree.
