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@sonnycampbellsmith
CHARACTER x MALE READER MASTERLIST:
Doomsday trailer pissed me off so badly
I’m not falling for nostalgia bait and I don’t feel like watching Bucky die on screen
So I’ll just continue writing for him here 🤷🏽♂️
I’ll say this
Male Reader writers are already very scarce here
I don’t see the appeal of pitting the dwindling numbers of us against each other or if you feel the need as a much bigger account to undermine others because they just don’t fit the way you want them to write
It’s okay to be proud of the works that you put a lot of your time into, it’s amazing to keep creating and I understand how it can sometimes expand one’s ego from all the praise and attention
However, just don’t be a complete arse about it. It’s truly that simple.
Anyways, thank you for entertaining this silly little rant
Be good people
CHARACTER x MALE READER MASTERLIST:
updated the cover and took out characters in the masterlist that I thought I was going to write for but the juices were not flowing for them
LEON KENNEDY MASTERLIST:
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader
Synopsis: Leon claimed that he wouldn’t be able to miss a shot, you took that as a challenge
Tags: fluff, cute, smút with plot, sexual tension, smitten Leon, horny Leon, husband Leon, grumpy Leon, RE9 Leon, top Leon, bottom reader
Reader is Jill Valentine’s brother. No use of Y/N.
Author’s note at the end :)
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“Where’s my husband?”
Derek: 'I'm fine' Stiles: 🚨🚨🚨 (honestly this goes both ways for these two)
Birthday gift art for @sparassiss who requested Stiles holding Derek after a crappy day, and you know what - a good ol' Stilinski Hug would probably fix him a lil' bit ♡
Available on RedBubble 💚
I think that Ryland Grace fic was the first time in all the years I've been on this hellsite (and across other fic sites) that I have ever seen demisexuality outrightly used with a character (if that makes sense), and I loved every single moment of it🤭.
For that you'll always have a piece of my heart🥹🫶
Thank you so much!
I did my research as well the best that I could when it came to a character like Grace, I had even read on other’s opinions of regarding Grace’s sexuality and had to cross reference with the novel since a lot of people migrated to the idea of Grace either being asexual or demisexual
It does hit straight to home regarding my own sexuality so I’m happy that you’ve enjoyed it (and that I have not accidentally upset someone yet lol)
RYLAND GRACE MASTERLIST:
Pairing: Ryland Grace x Male Reader
Synopsis: You and Grace have fifty-six days to reach Rocky’s ship in hopes of saving your companion, which means the both of you will be alone for a very significant amount of time. Oh whatever will you two do?
Tags: cute, fluff, romance, slight smút with plot, smitten Grace, clingy Grace, flirty Grace, demisexual Grace, Grace has a praise kink, top Grace, bottom reader, mainly frotting
Reader is Annie Shapiro’s brother. Reader is a scientist. NO USE OF Y/N.
Part 1
P.S. I listen to a lot of Hozier when I’m writing for Grace so enjoy
Author’s note at the end :)
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“Fifty-six days. It’s going to take us approximately eight weeks to get to Rocky, depending on how fast and slow we travel, which means we’ll no longer have enough astrophage to get back to Earth.”
MAN NEXT DOOR
jason todd x male reader. | slight fluff? / kind of slowburn / kissing at the end / nothing non-consensual happened /reader is a little conscious about his sexuality / reader exhausted to the point of not even remembering when he fell asleep / flirty, bisexual and possible mischaracterization of jason lol / i’d recommend listening to Man Next Door by Massive Attack while reading this | 3.6k words okayyyyy
Gotham City, 8:33 PM.
It’s been 2 and half months since you moved to Gotham from Blüdhaven for a job opportunity. Crime and a few ghosts from your past made it unsustainable for you to roam those streets with peace in your heart, so you believed it was time for a change, a sunrise in your life (funnily enough, you moved to one of the rainiest cities in the country).
The apartment building you live in serves as a temporary home for you, as you settle down in Gotham and look for a better (and safer) place. Sure, besides the strange neighbors on the 3rd floor, the loud group of college students living in a single apartment, and the lady that has lived there for decades so now she believes she owns the building, it isn’t as bad as it seems.
Your apartment is small and with this particular leak in the bathroom, but it has a nice view and has enough space for your somewhat minimalistic lifestyle. Everything seems smooth until now.
And then enters him.
One morning, on your way to the elevator, you saw movement on the apartment that’s been empty since you got here, many voices could be heard from inside, for a moment you thought a group of friends were moving in, which didn’t seem as a good idea considering how small it was, probably even smaller than yours.
After a long day in your office, your body ached and craved for a hot shower and the leftovers you remembered you had in the fridge. Walking through the entrance hall, with a little of your mind in the clouds, the sound of heavy boots behind you brought that piece of mind back to earth. Looking back, you saw him: tall, absurdly broad frame, a fringe cut with an unusual white streak on his forehead, pale as the moonlight and eyes sapphire blue. Inevitably, you thought someone just followed you from outside, and that your newfound sense of safety in this new chapter of your life might be compromised, which triggered your fight-or-flight. A usual trip to the elevator now turns into a trip to the stairs, a quick one.
You calm down seconds later, after you realize he was never following you, heart still racing because of the fast movements as you seeked for that sense of safety. You opened the door to the fourth floor as the elevator dings open, to your surprise, it was the exact same man you were running from.
You made eye contact with him for a heartbeat, before walking away as fast as you could without demonstrating any fear. You got out your keys and picked the exact key that opened your apartment door to waste no time, until you looked back and saw something that stopped you from opening the door.
He was looking for his own keys, in the apartment next to you. He’s your new neighbor.
Showering, having dinner, and laying on bed were spent thinking about how you thought your new neighbor was a criminal going after you and how can you socialize and apologize to him without looking absolutely self-centered.
Gotham City, 7:57 AM
New day, new thoughts. A cloudy sky reigned over the city which already gave a gloomy start to the day. Getting ready, you were making mental lists on the things you needed to do regarding work and settling down in Gotham. Things like going out and socializing with Gothamites wouldn’t be bad for you. On your way to the elevator you saw him once again. The “criminal” you thought was after you and turned out to be another inhabitant of your building. You could feel your heart sinking and your head looking down out of shame. In the elevator, thinking you were safe, a strong hand stops it from closing, making way for a new person to be transported. He looked at you with an unsettling neutrality, like you meant absolutely nothing to him, and was making you feel like a prey in its final moments. The moment unfolding, he stands beside you and out of habit, you try to put your manners to use.
“Good morning.”
He looks at your direction before going back to his previous stance.
“Morning.”
You could just feel the word vomit coming out as you could feel your sympathetic nervous system trying to find a way out alive of this totally-made-up dangerous situation.
“My name’s (Y/N), I’m your neighbor, apartment 505. I just moved here from Blüdhaven.”
You really gave him the location of your safe haven AND your backstory, huh?
“Ok. Good to know.”
Without even batting an eye your way. It’s truly not of his best interest who his neighbor is or where he lives or he’s from.
“You know, when I saw you yesterday on the first floor, for a moment I thought you were a thug chasing me and that’s why I just took the stairs, sorry for that.”
… Are you serious?
Now, after this dramatic turn of events, you really got his head turning 90 degrees your way, very, very slowly.
“... What?”
The second you finally got things out of your system, you got yourself a train of thought: You told your new neighbor you thought he was a criminal on his way to get you.
Your expression blank and the colors fading off your face. You just did whatever your body told you to, and you faced him.
To your surprise, a smile was forming on his face.
“Well, that’s certainly an introduction, huh?” With a small laugh leaving the sweet rose hue of his lips.
“My name’s Jason.” He said as he extended his hand hoping for a handshake on your puzzled end.
“Nice to meet you, Jason.” You said, with a cocktail of relief, nervousness, fright, and friendliness oozing out of your body, shaking his hand.
“Any plans for today?”
You were just pushing it at this point.
“Not really, maybe I’ll get a beer later, or not, I have a night job that needs me focused rather than relaxed.” Stated with astounding security, like he knows the ways of his job like the back of his hand.
“I see-” As the elevator door opens, before you could express anything else that could probably get your first impression worse and worse.
The door opened to the first floor, almost directly to the street. Jason had other plans, he was on his way to the basement, where his bike awaited. You made your wait out before saying goodbye to your neighbor after your first interaction with him wasn’t as bad as you might’ve thought, you probably expected to be either beat up or kidnapped and kept in a warehouse.
“Nice chat (Y/N), promise not to walk behind you ever again.”
He said with a small, mischievous smile right before you could say anything to apologize, once again, for that, but just in time for him to see the blood rush to your face out of pure embarrassment.
Isn’t he a charm?
Gotham City, 11:34 PM
It’s been a couple of weeks since you had your first interaction with, who now you know as, Jason Todd.
Nothing that’s turning this into a “friends” relationship, honestly. You’ve only seen him around 4 times on your way in or out the elevator or the building itself, barely any solid conversations, and once you’d rather not really trying to come up with anything, as he seemed like stress might pop a vein off his body; dark circles, red eyes, a tired voice and a face now TRULY worthy of a criminal. Whatever that job of his was, it was truly taking a toll on him.
He was truly a mysterious man, just because you barely interact with him doesn’t mean you haven’t watched him from afar. Your job, somewhat demanding, kept you awake at late hours in the night. Really late hours.
Working by your windows was a small bit of comfort for these exhausting nights, and it was a place of study to try and connect the dots on whoever Jason Todd was. You’ve seen it, multiple times, out of nowhere, loud bangs on the fire escapes, as if something just fell off the sky, and you saw him, entering his apartment through a window. The first time you thought he was about to get robbed, until you saw the silhouette of the man, and you realized it was Jason making his way in through the window, and since then, you’ve seen it doing multiple times a week, always around the same hours, always at night.
You don’t mean to be all up in his business, but you’re curious, what does he do? Why does he have to do that? Why does he limp? Or move very carefully because he’s clearly in pain?
Gotham City, 6:43 PM
Gotham was getting cold.
No surprise, to anyone, it is now mid September, and the rain was picking up, and you didn’t get the memo that one night.
You found yourself running with your bag on your chest, trying to protect it and its precious content from the rain, and of course, you are now soaking wet. Fortunately, you were one block away from your building, you couldn’t wait to get those wet clothes out and check if every paper in your bag was safe.
You thought your misfortune was over once you got in the elevator and left you at your floor, until you just had to stop midway to your door.
YOU FORGOT YOUR KEYS ON YOUR DESK AT YOUR WORKPLACE.
Fuck. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
You were just exhausted, you just couldn’t take anymore of this, and you just walked your way to your door, completely defeated, back against the wall, slowly sinking to the floor, soaking wet, papers probably ruined and no chance to get in the comfort of your home for the rest of the night. Imagine yourself, going to work, half wet, smelly, like that wet owl picture your friend back in Blüdhaven sends you all the time that cracks you up all the time. You can’t lie, thinking of it in this unfortunate situation got a small laugh out of you.
And now, for tonight’s cherry on top,
“Rough night?”
You opened your eyes, slowly looking to your right, and around 4 meters away from you, there he was. Jason Todd, in all his glory.
He looked a little more lightened up tonight, was he on a night off?
“My keys… I forgot my keys… At my job…” You said, just defeated and tired.
“Damn… that’s tough.” He said, as he opened his apartment door with THE KEYS he most definitely DIDN’T FORGET.
“Yeah… and it’s just… it’s been such a long day and i ju-”
You heard the door shut. He wasn’t there anymore.
“Right…” Of course, your problems weren’t his problems.
You stayed down on the floor, back on thinking what could you do now, get a hotel room, sleep right there by your door, going back to Bl-
“Hey, I’m not that much of a monster, do you wanna come in?”
You heard coming from his door, there he was, standing by his doorframe (which comically looked small compared to how wide he was).
“Uh… yes, please” You had nowhere else to go, it was this or the cold floor.
You got up, and walked hesitantly to his door, he was your neighbor and you confirmed he was not a criminal, or at least he wasn’t trying to hurt you, but you still were cautious.
He got inside once again, giving you space to enter his small apartment,and many elements caught you by surprise: his filled up bookshelf, how tidy it looked (not perfect, but you thought he’d be more of a messy person), and something you could’ve swore it had the shape of a gun, but you thought it was just your mind trying to play games with you, and try to keep staining the image of your kind neighbor who gave you space in his apartment on this unforeseen situation.
“Make yourself at home” He echoed as he made his way to the kitchen, maybe to get some coffee, you could tell by the faint, aromatic smell of the room. You took a seat on his small couch, enough space for the two of you, even though it might be a little tight considering how much of a big man Jason is.
“I guess you wanted some too?” As he spawns behind you with two mugs on his hands.
“Thanks, sorry that i might leave a wet spot on your couch.” You said, embarrassed of yourself.
Fortunately, Jason just lightly snorted at your punny comment. “That’s alright, in fact, I was about to offer you that you could take your clothes off.”
It felt like your eyes were about to come out of their sockets, blood starting to hurry on its way to your face and neck, as you side-eyed him. And before you could embarrass yourself with a bad response,
“Sorry, I meant to lend you some of my clothes and if you want, you can use my shower to clean yourself off.”
Oh…
“Yeah! yeah, sure, that’d be nice, sorry for the nuisance I’m causing you” You said letting out an obviously nervous laugh.
You couldn’t stop thinking about how awkward you might’ve looked for him to think… whatever you thought…
But let’s be fair… You’ve been thinking about him that way…
Ever since you saw him, ever since you talked to him for the first time, every time you talk to him, every time you see him entering his apartment through the same window that’s in front of you.
You think of him.
He makes you nervous, he gets your heart racing and your hands sweaty. You don’t know why, is it the way he towers over you? the way his piercing blue eyes look at you? his smooth voice? his athletic physique? that shirt he’s wearing tonight is a little too tight on him…
“Here you go” He softly hit a set of clothes on the couch arm right beside you, for a man as big as he is, he was truly stealthy, or you were probably lost in your fantasies of your neighbor getting in the shower with you.
“Ah, thanks…”
“There’s a fresh towel in the bathroom.” He said as he pointed the way to the shower.
After 20 minutes of relieving your need to get your damp clothes off you and get a shower, you found yourself on the couch again, with a set of clothes around 2 or 3 times your own size, looking like a kid that put his father’s clothes on.
You could hear Jason’s small laugh behind you before he sat right next to you, one of his beefy arms on the side of the couch, keeping his head up.
“Guess they fit just about right.” Expressed with a sarcastic tone. “So… tell me about you… (Y/N), right?”
“Yeah… Well, as you may know, or probably not since you were forgetting my name, I’m originally from Blüdhaven, I moved away from there around 4 months ago, there was a better job opportunity here and honestly, my life in Blüdhaven was taking a toll on me.”
“Wow, Gotham, land of opportunities. Who would’ve thought? And here I thought this place was completely lost, and that’s why my brother moved out from here to BH, but go on.” He says with monotony.
You let out a smile. “Yeah, I’m taking my sweet time getting used to this place, but you know, crime really makes it feel just like home.”
You were doing a pretty good job on making him smile and letting small laughs, at least he was going to think you’re nice and funny.
“And honestly I needed to get the hell out of there, I didn’t want to breathe the same air as my ex-boyfriend honestly, dude’s a piece of shit.” You were getting more and more comfortable with him for you to just vent about life like this.
“Boyfriend?” He said, with a sudden interest.
Shit. Usually you weren’t open about your sexuality this much, it already brought too many problems with your close family, you didn’t want to discuss who you were messing up with behind closed doors. Is he homophobic? Is he about to make a big fuzz about it? Is he going to kick me out of his home? Is he g-
“Are you okay?” He said, with a slight tone of concern you wouldn’t think it existed inside him.
“Oh, yeah… Sorry, I’m usually not open about my sexuality like that, and then I realized I just spit it out to you.” You said with a defeated tone, but with a smile on your face and a hand in your nape.
He smiled at your comment. “Hey, it’s alright, glad I was trustworthy enough for you…”
“Who would’ve thought?”
“What?” You asked looking back at him.
“That you’d be interested in men. Hey, no judging, I understand you.”
Understand… you?
“See, I love girls, but some guys just look too sweet to not have a bite of that fruit, right?”
You could feel like all the blood in your body was making its way to your upper body even though some of it was heading south.
“Y-yeah… Now you being interested in men is surprising, almost everybody around me can tell if you look at me long enough.”
If you still weren’t ready to give in to your deepest desires towards Jason, you shouldn’t have said that.
That was basically you giving Jason permission to look at you. Really look.
You knew his gaze was intense, but there was something different in it right now that you’ve never felt in all the weeks you’ve encountered him, not when he’s calm, not when he looks angry, not when he’s tired, this feels… very different.
You couldn’t help but try and defend yourself from this borderline intimate moment with him. “What? Can you tell now?”
“Maybe, but now I’m sure of something else.”
“What is it?”
“That you sure look just like one of those boys I’d like a taste of.”
That felt like gravity was 10 times stronger on your heart, you just looked away and smiled to hide the dread and growing arousal you were starting to feel. Is this it? Is this REALLY it? The opportunity to get your hands on him?
You rubbed your eyes with your fingers as a reflex, before looking his way and realize he’s awfully close to you, as you feel his right hand on your right shoulder, moving closer to your neck, feeling his rough fingertips brushing your pulse, sending a response through your spinal cord that made you flinch the opposite way: him.
As you faced him, the tips of both your noses touched for a moment, you set yourself back for a moment, but the hand on your neck put you closer to him, and one exchange of breaths was enough for the switches to flip.
You can’t really remember what happened last night. Maybe a few images of your hands on his shoulders and one of his hands on your lower back and the other sitting on your neck, you straddling his hips as your shirts went flying, and the moment you were both laying down on his bed exchanging soft kisses as you giggled to sleep, hell, you really were exhausted.
Of course you would wake up in his bed, a little panicked when you realized where you were, shirtless.
Your pants were still on which was a little uncomfortable but your body wasn't sore so you thought of it as relief that nothing possibly happened.
You saw the time. 6:08 AM
Ok, you had to get to work at 8:45, no big deal.
You got out of the room, expecting this morning to be something pulled out of a rom-com where Jason was in the kitchen, also shirtless, preparing breakfast for the two of you.
Since this was real life, you didn't find him in the kitchen. In fact, you didn't find him anywhere.
You sauntered around the house, maybe finding him at a random moment, instead, you found a note.
“Hey. Had to rush over work-related issues, feel free to grab anything from the fridge if you're hungry, grab some of my clothes since you can’t get to your home, leave the apartment locked, just leave the keys by the kitchen counter, I’ll find a way in.
PD: What a nice kisser you are. Forget your keys again anytime soon. And don’t worry, nothing happened last night, I’d never cross that boundary. You were too tired and drifting away to sleep.”
You’d be complimenting his unusually nice cursive handwriting if your head wasn’t all fuzzy over last night and him finding pleasure in the taste of your lips.
You couldn't take it anymore, being in his space, grabbing the smallest clothes he got, his faint scent in them, whatever the fuck was all about last night, his touch on your lower back, the soft texture and sweet taste of his lips, how soft and protecting his embrace is.
And, by God, how much you needed it to happen all over again.
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A/N: YOU BETTER BELIEVE I'M BACK!! This idea came to me in a revelation while listening to Man Next Door ad nauseam, honestly it wasn't even planned for Jason to be written this early in this blog, but anything to get me to sit and write something, and IT'S STILL PRIDE WHERE I LIVE! So happy pride to all the queer folk that will stumble with this message, and remember, that our very existence is a form of resistance to this polarized world, so keep on living your best life!
BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST:
Pairing: Bucky x Male Reader
Synopsis: Bucky gets blue balled, it has a negative impact on the team
Tags: fluff, cute, humour, grumpy Bucky, smitten Bucky, pining Bucky, clingy Bucky, friends with benefits to lovers, idiots in love
Reader is Songbird. Reader is Tony Stark’s adopted brother. No use of Y/N.
Author’s note at the end :)
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“What?”
BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST:
Pairing: Bucky x Male Reader
Synopsis: There was something off about you and only Bucky notices
Tags: fluff, comfort, smitten Bucky, pining Bucky, attentive Bucky, friends to lovers
Reader is Songbird. Reader is Tony Stark’s adopted brother. No use of Y/N.
Author’s note at the end :)
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“Coming!”
Hi friends, it’s been a hot minute!
Here’s an update of sorts
I’m depressed and it’s kicking my ass right now, so I haven’t been able to churn out fics like I had planned to
I’ve been writing (for different characters) but they’re stuck in the drafts and I’m unable to push for more even though I have the time, the ideas are just not coming in and I really don’t want to write half assed stories
I appreciate the patience and support, I appreciate everyone else reading my older fics as y’all wait for new ones
The most productive thing I’ve done was go to the movies with my friends, I absolutely adored Obsession (I will not write for Bear because what a horrible man even though Michael Johnston is a cutie)
New fics ARE coming but I only ask for some patience as I get my shit together
As always, thank you for reading
And be good people :)
getting scambot messages from random accounts that clearly used to be normal active blogs is sad enough. you know that there used to be a real person on that blog until they were tricked into handing their password to the digital fae.
but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.
and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.
RIP to the blog that used to DM me to tell me they liked my new chapters. Their last known words spoken before being turned, 17 hours ago: "Ggs!" They were praising someone's deadlift.
the message they tried to get me with is probably the same message that got them, so for anybody who hasn't already been warned about the signs of a zombie account:
if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."
whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,
it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.
they got one of my treasured followers, and they can get you too. don't fall for their tricks. know the signs.
