#i know it’s not popular but it was (is) everything to me

[lateiii]

Some reasons I absolutely hated gym class:

Reasons related to autism, transness & other stuff:

I am not a motorically talented person, and I was made feel like a failure because of this. I have quite a good balance, but that's about it.

Playing group sports was my personal hell. I never got the rules because of the stupid ass idea to "explain it as we play", and then there's 20 kids yelling at me because I didn’t know what to do. Baseball especially was horrible, because ppl kept yelling at you, the sun was always shining, it was hot and bright, and everyone was staring at you.

I can't dive without holding my nose. This made like half of the swimming techniques impossible, and again I was made feel like a failure. (I also couldn't swim symmetrically because of a thing I have, and this bothered the swimming teacher A LOT. Especially when I was swimming frog.)

I couldn't see shit without my glasses, so diving to find something from the bottom of the pool wasn’t really that fun. Especially when it was a relay race (is that the correct term, I mean viesti).

I never got good at skiing. Either because I'm not that good motorically, or because when I learned to ski, I had these old ass skis from a flea market, that weighted too much, and I ended up hating skiing. (Was also made fun for having old ski shoes, that connected to the skis in a "weird way".)

As a teenager - not yet understanding I was trans, but positively sure I hated many things in my body - it was awkward and uncomfortable to be in an environment that highlighted gender in such a manner. When you went swimming or skating, you wore gendered equipment. I was always scolded for not showering with "the other girls", either waiting for everyone else to have left or not showering at all. I hated periods so bad I cannot even describe it, but even more I hated wearing a tampon. Made me legit feel like throwing up and wanting to jump off a bridge. And that is what one swimming teacher would have very badly wanted me to do, when I didn’t go swimming during my periods.

I absolutely hated the smell of a bus full of children, who smelled like chlorine, wet (sometimes dirty) towels, and those (too) sweet perfumes that were the first ones some girls tried on. Some of the towels were the same ones the kids had with them the last time, and clearly smelled like they left them in the bags. And then, because it was a bus, someone barfed. It was way too overwhelming.

Related to other stuff:

Because some kids had sport hobbies and tended to be friends with each other, the teams were usually team 1) full of talented, rich and / or popular kids, and team 2) all the other losers.

It seemed there was almost always something wrong with my equipment. Too big, too old, suddenly the skates were too small and pinched my toes into a numb ball of ice, when the weather wasn’t *technically* cold or bad enough for us to not go out.

Too many team sports. They were all just yelling and failing and bullying.

You didn’t get to choose what to do, or try to have fun. It wasn’t fun. You had to perform.

There was a lot of sexism in the way gym class was taught in my days. (Boys played hockey, girls played ringette. Girls had to at least try to do pretty things with skates, boys got to do whatever.)

The fitness test was really weird and annoying, and it seemed from like the 60's or something. Trying to bend when we hadn't streched in the way we were asked to in the test?

The fucking Cooper test? When we had never ran habitually during the classes?

Everything was always an excuse to the teachers. "Oh, you can't because you get dizzy / you have periods / you have bad allegies, and are afraid of those bees / feel weak? Too bad." Guess how fun it was having anemia and scholiosis in such an environment? Because if you couldn't see the issue, there wasn’t an issue. If your back hurt or you felt unwell, but you didn’t have a paper from a nurse or a doctor, you were faking it.

And more than anything: gym teachers - and craft teachers - are among the people who MOST CLEARLY have favourites. They don’t even try to hide it.

Good things:

I was really good at throwing those small sacks with peas in them. Maybe threw some of them deliberatelly hard towards kids I didn’t like when playing kaupunkisota.

Seeing that swimming teachers exression when I swam a fairly good length in a test, when we were only measuring how far you could swim in X time, not which techique you used, and how symmetrical your legs and shoulders looked!

I liked it when we had orienteering with enough time (= when we didn’t have to run 4+ km, but got to walk around to find the places, and point out some ant nests etc.)

I remember skipping my 4th hour class nearly every day for the second semester one year because my 4th hour was gym first semester and I could go there and play and run and have fun because the teachers thought I was still in the class.

I loved gym class so much, more than any other class, including art class.

[willthewiz]

Things ST Actors & Directors have said that make me believe in byler endgame

Noah Schnapp/Will Byers:

Someone asked: "What were your favorite moments with Finn on set?"

Noah: "Oh, um... well, I would probably say from this new season, so I guess I can't tell you but..."

"I think I spend the most time with Finn throughout—the course of— wait. Um... sorry, I gotta not—make sure not to say anything from season 5, but in other seasons... what was the question?"

"Lot's of good stuff coming. It's going to be a wild last season, so just, everyone get ready. There's some crazy stuff, some iconic scenes thrown in there."

Noah talking about Will:

"I think in season 5, it will have some... we'll just be like, "Yes! Something went right for him!""

"Mike was always super protective of Will and Will always leaned on him, and you could never really tell if it was something romantic or just a really special friendship."

"I can just tell you that I'm very, very excited for what's to come. I think they did a great job with Will's character this season, and beautifully addressed everything they needed to. The way they closed the show is just perfect – the story started with Will, and it’ll end with Will."

Someone asked: "Is there one scene in your whole career that stayed with you the most?"

Noah: "Yeah... but I can't talk about it."

Finn Wolfhard/Mike Wheeler:

Someone asked: "Finn, where do you think El and you are going to go?"

"Oh, I don't know. I don't know, I'm really interested in like the end of the show in general. You know, it's hard to tell, obviously, with Eleven and his relationship... but I hope they find—you know—happiness."

"Mike is just trying to be a normal teenager as much as he can."

"I think Mike is trying to be as normal as possible and trying to keep on a normal path. He might be into some new things."

"How is he (Mike) this clueless right now? With the Will scene in the car, I remember asking the Duffers, why would he not know this? And they're like, "Don't worry, it'll pay off in the end.""

Caleb McLaughlin/Lucas Sinclair:

"I love Lucas and Max's relationship, it's not like Eleven and Mike's—you know— in that teenage relationship dynamic. Their love is very—you know— it's real."

Sadie Sink/Max Mayfield:

"We're (Lucas & Max) both very independent. We're not like Mike and El where they just kind of are obsessed with each other."

Gaten Matarazzo/Dustin Henderson:

"The Byers have moved to California and the season picks up with Mike going out there to visit his friend Will—and Eleven who lives out there with them."

Shawn Levy/Director:

"Our show is an anthem for the marginalized and imperfect, precisely because the Duffer brothers know from experience that the popular and easy road is rarely the most interesting one, and that character, grit, connection, and soul are bred in the same moments that challenge us the most."

"People talk about mythology and The Upside Down, and all that is huge, but the magic of S5 are the characters who find a sense of belonging with one another and through that connection, become heroes."

[malereadermaniac]

૮ • ﻌ - ა Jocks n Straps - Jock Studio Guys x Male Reader

Word Count: 9k

Plot: Dating & Smut headcannons with Ace, Derek, Bryce, Zayne, Yuuto, Leo, Avan - 'dating' doesn't mean sfw!! (;¬_¬)

Featuring: Top!Characters x Bottom!Reader

Note: Pls bear in mind that the game isn't out yet, I have no clue if my characterisations of these guys will be accurate or not! Also - each scenario is separate! Reader's sport is track!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Derek Kingsfield ~ dating

Dating the quarterback of Olympus was not for the weak! At least it wasn't meant to be; but Derek made sure that it was as easy as possible for you. You first met the giant hunk-of-a-man on the track. Derek and his rugby friends were hanging out by the track n field section of Olympus, and the redhead couldn't take his eyes off of you for a solid three hours while you practiced. To be fair, you were not only one of the star runners of the track team, and not only fucking attractive, but Derek also found your personality super magnetic! You were so kind to your fellow runners; offering them water and checking on them, even offering the freshmen an early finish 'cause the sun was especially hot that day. So, Derek went up and talked to you; a perfectly normal reaction to finding someone attractive, for a six-foot-something hunk that's never been rejected before! "You're a really good runner, I can see why you're ranked second even as a sophomore" Derek commented "Haha thanks! I've been running since I was a kid so ya know. You're one to talk mr Quarterback-since-freshman-year" You reply charismatically "Oh so you know of me?" Derek smirks

And that was it. The two of you hit it off immediately! Though it did take a while for the two of you to actually become exclusive, you thoroughly enjoyed every moment of the talking and dating stage! Derek quickly added you on all of his socials and started talking to you whenever he could; something you definitely wouldn't expect from the inanely popular quarterback! Though you got along with Derek, you didn't expect him to actively show interest in you; it was a nice change from some guys who expected you to put in all the effort! You quickly learnt a lot about Derek and vice versa; you two would text throughout the entire day and late into the night. It was like you two had known each other for ages! And the more you two learnt about each other, the more you liked each other. You liked how Derek was built like a douchey, bulked-out man, but was, in fact, one of the nicest and most caring guys you'd met. The redhead was the dictionary definition of a gentle giant! Derek also liked you more and more, the more he got to know you. He liked how passionate you were about your sport, but how you were equally passionate about things you valued in your life; you cared deeply about your friends, you cared about your education at Olympus, and you cared about Derek despite not knowing him for that long! You'd check on the redhead after games and offer to help him out with uni work (even though you probably didn't know the answers, but it was the thought that counts); everything about you, and everything you did, just made Derek more attracted to you!

So once the two of you made it official, you immediately became a well-known couple on campus; the ideal relationship, just two partners who truly loved each other! You two were always supporting each other at big events and even during small practices. Everyday you learn something about Derek that subverts the stereotypes you held about him. You didn't expect the muscular quarterback to have a geeky side which watches starwars everynight! And you didn't expect Derek's biggest red flag to be putting your feelings before his! You've had to have serious talks with him about not bottling up his feelings to make you happy. You have also had some serious discussions about your relationship, he's in his final year after all! Derek's getting ready to graduate and go pro whilst you're still gonna be stuck at Olympus training! But trust me, Derek is far more distraught about this than you are! Your gentle giant boyfriend has shed tears at the thought of being so separate from you, and he's even felt physically ill when you even suggested that he'd want to break up with you to fully experience his life! He just cares about you so much!

Derek Kingsfield ~ nsfw

To your surprise, Derek had a secret career in porn; he was known as 'The King'~ Your boyfriend was very shy to tell you at first; ashamed and sad that there are many videos out there of him having sex with other men that weren't you! But Derek didn't wanna lie to you about it! He was so torn over this that it was even affecting his plays on the field! You of course noticed this and just asked him straight up. But to Derek's surprise, you didn't mind as much as he thought you would! "I mean it feels a little weird... But if anything I guess it's kinda hot" Holy shit Derek got hard when you said that.

'The King' was very mean and dominant in all of his videos, but as you already know, Derek is quite the opposite - again, a gentle giant. That being said, just because Derek cares about you and checks in on you, that does not mean that he isn't a fucking sex god! Obviously, your boyfriend is incredibly attractive; six foot something, incredibly muscular, proportionate, tits and ass the size of Texas, broad shoulders and back, huge, manly hands, etcetera etcetera. But his skill in bed needs to be scientifically studied! His time in porn definitely taught him a couple of tricks! The man knows foreplay like the back of his hand; fingering you not only to loosen you but also making you cum before he even gets his dick inside! The hunky quarterback ensures that he gives attention to all the spots you like; biting your nipples, sucking on your neck, kissing you on the lips, jerking you off slowly and softly as his fingers curl directly into your prostate. Derek just knows exactly how to get you off!

Derek fucking loves it when you suck him off too! The size difference between his huge, muscular thighs and your smaller body; and of course the size difference between his monster of a cock and your cute face in comparison! Holy shit it just riles Derek up so much! Speaking of his dick, your boyfriend's cock is definitely one of the biggest on campus! That thing is not only over 7 iches, but it's thick and veiny too! His foreskin is somehow loose when Derek is flaccid, but when the redhead is fully hard, his dick head is so thick that his foreskin struggles to keep it in! His balls are thick and hang low, and Derek's pubes are a thick forest of deep red. Also, 'cause of how physical rugby is, after a game Derek's dick stinksssss of just straight-up MAN; seriously, his musky crotch has made you get hard within seconds many a time!

Derek is also super open to fucking however you want to! Want him to go slow and guide you through it? He's fucking you slowly in missionary as he makes out with you and jerks you off to the pace of his thrusts. Want your boyfriend to get dominant? The quarterback has you in a mating press, calling you names and spitting on your whilst he fucks you at a pace which shouldn't be humanly possible. But no matter how he fucks you, Derek is always giving you top-tier aftercare. It doesn't matter if he treated you like you were made out of glass, or out of rubber! Derek insisted on cleaning you up, apologising profusely 'if he went too hard', and cuddling you until you both fall asleep. But what you love most is giving Derek aftercare! Truthfully, he's never received it before, and he told you this the first time you offered it to him! You were shocked; big, hunky boys need aftercare too!! So when you let the giant man lay on your chest as you stroked his hair and showered him with praise and assurance, Derek almost started crying.

Kinks: Derek has a huge thing for fucking in sports gear! He just finds it so hot when you worship his cock through his jockstrap, or when you kiss him through his helmet. And holy shit does it make him hard when you put on his much bigger rugby top and practically drown in it. Size difference is another thing that just turns your boyfriend on. Derek just fucking loves how you can physically tell that he can protect you and care for you! And despite his ego never controlling his actions, it sure does feel good when you inflate his ego by commenting on how big, or muscular, or tall, or strong he is; especially if the 'big' comment is made towards his dick! (KIND OF) EXTREME KINK WARNING Another notable kink of Derek's is fisting. Just look at those line tattoos around the circumference of his massive bicep! He's had the tattoo since his days as 'The King'; the porn company paid for it, and gave him a huge raise for doing some fisting porn! And at some point, Derek started finding it really hot! He knows it's a bit extreme, and he was also way too embarrassed to tell you about it at first, but when you asked him about those videos he had to come clean! And thank god he did tell you about his fisting kink, cause the shit you let him do? The memories of those experiences are the only ones he can finish to when he jerks off!

Zayne Alexander ~ dating

You knew of Zayne since your first day at Olympus. He's practically a celebrity on campus and has the fangirls to prove it! But your first interaction with him was one that some people would die for. Zayne was used to the constant attention, but after a particularly tiring practice, he couldn't be bothered to deal with his crazy fans. Unfortunately (fortunately) for you, you were the only person in the vicinity who wasn't fawning over the ace basketballer of Olympus. You were literally just chilling on your phone waiting for one of your friends on the basketball team, and the next thing you know, Zayne's thumb is tilting your chin up from your phone and his lips are on yours! After a (suspiciously) long kiss, Zayne pays you no attention and turns around to his fans, shouting: "Sorry girls! Can't spend too much time with ya! I'm a taken man now~" Huh? The next, next thing you know, every single female student on campus fucking hates you! Great! "Dude! What the fuck?" You say after all of Zayne's fans disperse, but the star baller forgot you were still there! "Oh? No one's ever complained about kissing Olympus' star baller" Zayne says smugly, but when his pulling rank didn't work on you, his interest was piqued.

Cliche, but you couldn't care less about Zayne's celebrity status; and (cliche again!) that caught his interest. In fact, you actively disliked the man! He was a stereotypical playboy jock; he was rich, popular and suffered from a serious case of affluenza! You could see right through Zayne; you could tell that his confidence was an act and that he was constantly desperate for something new, a new, thrilling experience. You just didn't know that the new, thrilling experience Zayne had set his eyes on, was you.

Over the course of a year, Zayne had made it his mission to get you to fall for him; not because he liked you, but because he liked the challenge. He was ready to lead you on like all his other fans and conquests. But nothing fucking worked! Pulling rank? You couldn't care less that he was a star basketballer. Flirting with you? It grossed you out how hard he was trying; and how full of himself he seemed. Showing off his strength, body, or wealth? It icked you out. Nothing was working on you and it frustrated Zayne. Like a lot. So much so that his rich, confident act crumpled. You woke up one night to your phone getting spam-called by a drunk Zayne after one of Bryce's parties. The dark-skinned man was at your dorm, drunk and shouting for you. After getting him to shut up by letting him inside, Zayne word-vomited all of his thoughts; thoughts about how frustrated he was that you weren't falling for him, thoughts about how he didn't know why he wanted you to like him so bad, thoughts about how frustrated he felt at this pressure put on him to be this confident star player. And somehow, out of all of the tricks Zayne pulled to try and get you to fall for him; this moment worked best. You got to see the real Zayne, and that felt like a breath of fresh air. You could tolerate him like this; for some reason, your heart beat a little faster when he was like this around you.

Zayne realised after that night that he could let his walls down around you; he was expecting you to let people know about how much of a phoney he was, but when his reputation didn't crumble overnight, Zayne realised that he could trust you. Trust you in a way that he couldn't even his closest friends. And that made him actually fall for you... But the muscular baller knew that his usual tricks didn't work on you. So Zayne kept being his real self with you; and that most definitely worked. 'Cause the two of you were actually dating not even three months later!

Dating Zayne came with its challenges. His fans were actually a problem. You would receive daily hate messages from anonymous accounts. But one post from Zayne solved that problem. And though that was the bare minimum, it made you fall for Zayne even more; 'cause you knew that before you, Zayne wouldn't have done that for anyone else. And even though you were icked out by his rich-boy act, you couldn't deny that you seriously enjoyed getting spoiled rotten by your boyfriend!

Zayne Alexander ~ nsfw

In all of his past relationships, Zayne was a sex-first kinda guy. He never really loved his partners, but he definitely enjoyed the sex! But with you, he actively didn't want that to be the case. Zayne fucking loved you and he didn't want to ruin things with you by making you feel like all he wanted from you was sex! So it took a while for the two of you to actually go all the way. But holy shit, when you two finally fucked? Earth-shattering. Obviously, Zayne has plenty of experience with both men and women, but you didn't expect him to care so much about your pleasure! Before you could even offer to suck his dick, Zayne was on his knees willing to suck yours! And holy fuck did he know what he was doing; you watched as your boyfriends muscular, broad back flexed as his head bobbed up and down on your dick, his tongue circling around your head as his man-bun bounced slowly came undone. Zayne was also very quick to get his long, masculine fingers inside of you; getting your guard down with his mouth on your cock and sliding his wet fingers inside of you with seconds!

The tall, dark man loves to fuck you up against walls and fucking loves to get loud. Zayne just likes to express the pleasure he's feeling through sound! So every time you two fuck, the walls of the room practically shake from the loud grunts and moans which escape your boyfriend's throat. But Zayne also loves it when you get loud! Like 50% of his pleasure during sex is from his ego, so when you become a moaning, whimpering, crying mess from his dick? His ego gets 10x bigger (somehow) and just turns Zayne the fuck on!

His dick is usually the culprit when it comes to making you loud. BBC is an understatement. Zayne is fucking huge. It hurts! The poor guy will loosen you for a whole hour and you'll still need like ten whole minutes to adjust to his length and girth or else you will cry. But for you, Zayne preps you right and is happy to wait; he can't say he did the same for his past partners though... His dick is also a little veiny but not that much. The most notable characteristic of your boyfriend's dick is his Prince Andrew piercing! You can't say you didn't expect him to have one; Zayne is a crazy thrill seeker so of course his dick is pierced along with his ears! It's fully healed so Zayne doesn't always keep it in; 'it's annoying to clean' as he says. But the muscular man noticed your affinity for it, so Zayne puts it in more often.

Kinks: Again, your affluenza-suffering boyfriend is a text-book thrill-seeker; so it makes sense that Zayne would be a total exhibitionist! Your popular boyfriend just gets so fucking turned on by the idea of getting caught fucking your brains out and word spreading around campus about it. He's so into it that Zayne has convinced you to fuck in public places on multiple different occasions; to the point that it's become weekly!! This man has fucked you against public toilet cubicle doors, he's fucking you full Nelson in the basketball changing rooms, and you two have even fucked on an aeroplane when the ace was called for an away game... But reality does hit Zayne when you two almost get caught (which happens less often than you'd think). If someone ever almost walks in on you two, Zayne comes back to reality real quick; pulling out and dressing you. You have taken note that Zayne never goes to cover himself up first though; even in moments of panic, he thinks of you first... Worship is another huuuuuuge kink of Zayne's! Whilst his playboy persona is partially an act, his ego still controls him; so of course, watching you worship and appreciate his body and marvel at his beauty turns him on! Zayne loves to watch you as you lick and kiss his muscular back, his shoulders, his huge, long biceps, his thick thighs, his thick ass, and most definitely his cock; holy shit does Zayne love it when you admire his huge dick and comment on how huge he his.

Bryce Callahan ~ dating

*CRASH* You weren't exactly sure what you'd bumped into, but you knew that it was nice n soft. You were late for your track meet, something you'd never been as one of the top runners at Olympus. And as one of the top runners, you were going at lightning speed; so much so that you blinked and you had crashing into something. Or rather, someone... Bryce Callahan. You knew of the ginger wrestler and he knew of you. By your first month at Olympus, you two knew of each other; both having quickly gained reputations and popularity, although for very different reasons. You had been out and proud about your sexuality since your first day, and if anything that gained you some brownie points. But in general, everyone just naturally loves you; you're nice to everyone no matter if you know them or not, and you just have this confidence and aura around you that draws people in. Bryce on the other hand is your stereotypical asshole jock, but he quickly gained popularity not just because of his looks but also because of the parties he throws. It's at said parties that Bryce has noticed you before. He'd heard of you before, with some guys on his team and that he hangs with talking about you and how they'd 'hit that'. But seeing you at parties, he kind of got it. Bryce understood why you were just as popular as him, if not more popular; you were objectively attractive, but damn why were you so magnetic? But back to whatever it was you crashed into. It was soft, so you assumed it had to be a person. But, as you peeled yourself off of whoever you had smashed your face into, you heard the person make a comment "Bro what the fuck?! You that fuckin' desperate to cop a feel?" You quickly noticed that your impact had been softened by none other than Bryce; more specifically by the muscular giant's huge pecs.

A short spout of bickering took place between the two of you after that comment; all of Bryce's remarks having slightly homophobic undertones. But when you saw the track team start practice, you gave up on the little argument you were having with the ginger; who obviously claimed that he won the argument and that you 'backed down'. And that pretty much summarises your relationship with the wrestler. You didn't like Bryce; he was an abrasive and douchey 'alpha male' who clearly had some homophobic tendencies. Bryce didn't like you; you were a gay guy who acted as flamboyant as you wanted to if that's how you felt. But if Bryce didn't like you, why was he blushing all throughout your interaction? Why were his heart and mind racing even hours after his first interaction with you? Why couldn't he force his eyes off of your ass as you hurried away to your track meet? 'fuck off I ain't gay. Just stop thinkin' you idiot' Bryce repeated over and over in his head, trying his best to deny the pounding warmth he felt in his chest.

It was only after this fated first interaction between the two of you, that you and Bryce began really noticing each other; especially since you two kept running into each other no matter where you were, though it was mostly at parties. It would always go the same: the two of you would bump into each other, Bryce would make a comment about you, and you would retort with a wittier comment which would make the ginger short-circuit. You quickly gathered that the wrestler wasn't a fan of gay people, so you figured you could get a kick out of the hunk's bigotry by adding in compliments and blatant flirtations throughout your bickers. "That the best you could come up with, handsome?" "You're lucky you're hot, 'cause holy shit are you dumb" "Awww just couldn't stay away from me tonight could you?" Comments along those lines would always result in Bryce stuttering and flushing a dusty pink; his snide comments halting, which meant you won the argument.

However, this routine changed over time. You noticed that Bryce remained outspoken and douchey around his bros; but as the night progressed and the alcohol kept flowing, the beefy man's demeanour would change. Instead of one interaction between the two of you per night, it changed to two. The first remained the same as always; Bryce would come up to you (subconsciously trying to find you at every party) and the two of you would have a squawking match. But a second interaction between the two of you also became routine; one which was only due to Bryce's affinity for drinking (alcoholism). During the latter half of the party, the more laid-back and less hype half, a drunk Bryce would make his way over to you. And for a solid hour or two, the intoxicated wrestler would blatantly flirt with you. At first, you assumed that the homophobe was taking the piss out of you and joking around; but you quickly realised that this wasn't the case. And so, the only reaction you could provide the man with every single time he would drunkenly compliment and flirt with you was a chuckle and a smile. 'He's such a closeted cunt' was all you could think throughout his inebriated advances. A small part of you felt bad for Bryce, but his sober, homophobic actions and comments hushed that sympathetic part of you. But as more and more nights go past and you attend more and more parties, that sympathetic part of you grows louder. 'Poor guy is so deep in the closet' you would think as Bryce's flushed face looks down towards you. His massive body caged you against a wall, the drink in your hand was the only thing dividing the two of you. And as compliments of your looks and personality fall off of Bryce's tongue, his half-lidded eyes looking down into yours, all you can do is feel bad for the ginger; having noticed that he'd sobered up a while ago but didn't want to part from you. Bryce's words had stopped slurring, the flush on his face was no longer from the alcohol but rather from his proximity to you, and his eyes were no longer half-lidded due to fatigue but rather due to want and need. 'What the fuck am I doing?! This is pathetic. I'm not... gay! But I don't want to stop'

But these drunken-to-sober moments weren't enough for Bryce to come to terms with the raging storm that was his inner battle with his sexuality. What did force the ginger to acknowledge his feelings though, was a moment at a tournament of his. Bryce was always nervous before matches desptie never letting that show. But that day especially, nothing could calm him down. So as he stepped out into the ring and looked around, the wrestler caught himself scanning the crowd for your face. Shit. Why was he doing that? 'For fucks sake get a grip, you ain't gay!' The ginger thought, but his thoughts were quickly silenced. All of his thoughts were silenced when he saw your face in the crowd. Not just his self-deprecating thoughts, but all of his worries had been drowned out by his heartbeat. Fuck. He liked you. He couldn't even deny it anymore. The smile you shot him really sealed the deal though; Bryce's face flushing when his eyes made contact with yours.

Bryce was stressed out that he had to work through all of this uncovered information; he had buried all thoughts about his sexuality early on in his life. However, what Bryce didn't expect was that you'd be there for him through this. In fact, it was at the very next party the two of you were attending that you walked up to the wrestler; not caring that he was surrounded by his equally douchey bros. You asked to talk to Bryce in private and after a moment of shock, Bryce followed you to a secluded bedroom on the upper floors of whatever party house you were in; his bros making lewd comments and thrusting motions as the two of you walked away from them.

The room was surprisingly silent; only a faint sound of music from downstairs could be heard. And long story short, you gave Bryce a brief speech about you and your sexuality; how it took you a while to get as confident as you are in your queerness and that you thought other people would care a lot more than they actually did. You did this to try and create a safe space for Bryce; you didn't expect him to start crying right away... So after comforting the massive wrestler, holding him into your (much smaller) body and rubbing your hand over his huge back to soothe him, Bryce finally felt comfortable enough to start talking. He confided in you about everything. Bryce explained that his hate for you had changed over time. He knew he didn't hate you because you were gay. He hated you because you forced him to deal with this part of him. You forced him to deal with his inner turmoil for the better part of a year. But when you asked if he still hated you, the ginger's answer was no. No, Bryce couldn't hate you. Not when you were the only reason, outside of wrestling, that he would wake up in the morning. He didn't hate you. Rather, Bryce was jealous of you. "You're just as well known as me. You have an even bigger reputation to uphold. But you just don't care..! You don't let all that fuckin' social pressure affect you and that makes my heart burn! Why can't I just be like you?!" Bryce's eyes fill with tears again but they don't fall this time. Bryce also admitted that he doesn't find himself attractive in the slightest. You could tell since your first meeting that Bryce was insecure, but damn you didn't expect him to be that insecure. You try to uplift the man's spirits with a 'Hey! I find you hot...! I um, I guess' and all Bryce can reply with is a small chuckle, a smirk, and a 'thanks'.

Ever since that night, Bryce actively tried to change; coming to terms with his sexuality and working on his attitude. Your friendship with him blossomed, and after a couple months of witnessing Bryce's growth (and being bombarded with flirtations and date proposals), you gave the ginger wrestler a shot. And thank fuck you did. Dating Bryce is a rollercoaster for sure, but you enjoy every second of it! The difference between your boyfriend when he's around his bros and when he's around you is night and day! Bryce is such a little baby when you two are alone! Like fully asking for cuddles and to lay his head in your lap as you stroke his orange locks. It took him a while to be comfortable with the fact that the two of you were dating and that he was gay, but the first time Bryce responded to one of his bros comments with 'yeah he's my boyfriend. So what?'? You were so proud of your man that you let him hit it like craaaaaazyy! We're talking the sloppiest top and letting Bryce go to town on your ass. Bryce is still a party animal, so he'll still go to (and throw) ragers, but only if you're going to said party as well; which you usually do. But! The giant hunk will always make sure that he's less drunk than you are, in case he has to go back to his 'alpha male' personality in order to protect you. He just always feels this primal urge to be your protector and show you that he's the only man you'll ever need! On that same note, holy fucking shit does Bryce get JEALOUS. We're talking practically resource-guarding you whenever a guy even talks to you at a party! And god forbid the ginger goes to grab you a drink and some guy tries to make a move? Your muscular boyfriend is going full-on alpha bro and threatening to beat the shit out of whatever 'beta male' was chatting you up. He's like actually so fucking in love with you it's insane. INSANELY HOT!!

Bryce Callahan ~ nsfw

Your first time with Bryce was certainly something. Your boyfriend's a little on the dumb side, so you don't blame him for assuming sex with a man wouldn't be that different from sex with a woman. You did have a go at Bryce when he tried to shove his HUGE dick inside of you not only without prep but also without any lube! But despite being on the slower side, Bryce cared about you enough to learn quickly how to have gay sex. And holy shit once he did? 100/10 experience! He just knew exactly what to do! Knew how to use his huge, strong hands and how to move you about.

Now while you do love everything about your boyfriend, you can't deny that his body and looks are at least 50% of his sex appeal (the other half being his attitude during sex). Your man is a wrestler for god's sake! Look at his fucking body! His back is broad and built, his thighs are the same circumference as your waist, his hands and feet are massive, his ass is thick and bouncy, and his fucking biceps? Holy shit. Despite being hesitant at first when you asked him to put you in a headlock whilst fucking you, Bryce now does it every single time you two fuck 'cause it turns you on so much that you cum within a few seconds! Your moans getting so much louder and so much more raw; it turns Bryce on so much to know that he's getting you like that.

Bryce knows how to get you going too! Other than getting you in a headlock, the ginger knows that you in general have a thing for how much bigger and stronger he is than you; and trust, he fucking loves that too! Bryce loves how infatuated you are with his huge arms; he loves that you love his thick biceps. If he wants to fuck, all Bryce has to do is take his shirt off 'cause it's hot' and flex his arms as he puts them behind his head; not only showing off his BUILT arms but also his orange, bushy armpits. You're on your knees within seconds. Bryce has also ascertained that you have a huge thing for his massive, rough hands. You love how big they are and how calloused and rough they feel against your soft skin; trust and believe that Bryce is into that too! It just turns you on so much when Bryce is rocking your shit and his hands are roughly holding your hips, or gripping your plush asscheeks, or gripping your face and squishing your cheeks together.

Kinks: Bryce has a huuuuuuuuuuge breeding kink. Which is really weird cause whenever he's had sex with women, he's never even dared to cum inside; stressed about actually getting them pregnant. But with you? Bryce can let go and cum inside of you, shouting filthy comments like 'gonna fuckin knock you up, babe!', 'Wanna put a baby in ya sooooo badddd Hngggg~', and 'Shit- wanna start a family, baby?' whilst he's balls deep inside of you, teetering closer and closer to the edge. It must be that the comfort of knowing that you physically cannot get pregnant is always subconsciously there; so Bryce can fill you up with his hot, weirdly thick, jizz without a second thought!

Another thing that about Bryce is that he gets incredibly into it in the moment. The ginger gets like, really into sex. It makes sense that he was assigned to the House of Dionysus! And 'really into sex' specifically means getting borderline animalistic. Bryce will fuck you so wildly and so roughly that the wind sometimes gets knocked out of your lungs! However, this does mean that you can just lay there and take it! 'Cause Bryce is willing to put in all the effort; holding your hips up with a tight grip as he roughly pounds into you if you wanna go doggy. Or if you wanna do missionary, all you gotta do is wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck and he'll do all the rest! Resting your legs on his muscular arms and making out with you as he drills his huge dick into you at a pace and force that shouldn't be humanly possible!

Another thing that your muscular boyfriend has a thing for is fake wrestling. He likes that your sport focuses on stamina over strength, 'cause that means Bryce can overpower you easily and put you in all sorts of lewd positions. The man feels so powerful when he forces a whine or whimper out of you when he puts you in a position that stretches you to your limit, and he loves to play innocent when he puts you in a leg hold that forces his huge, musky bulge into your face!

Shorter headcannons for the remaining characters!

Yuuto Nakajima ~ dating

You and Yuuto knew each other from your lectures; rather than having met due to your respective sports. The two of you quickly became close friends! Your personalities just worked together! The both of you shared a love for the subject you were both studying at Olympus but also your respective sports and other hobbies and interests; you two were just meant to be friends! Your friendship with Yuuto very quickly grew past lectures; with the hyperactive volleyball player visiting your dorm on the daily and the two of you hanging out and going out to town at least three times a week! You quickly realised that Yuuto was definitely sorted into the right house at Olympus; Artemis being the god of wild animals and nature couldn't be more perfect for the Ace volleyballer. Yuuto would constantly take you out to parks and forests, showing you the beauty of nature and how freeing it felt.

But a problem rapidly arose. You were slowly but surely falling for your friend. But who could blame you!? Yuuto is just so compassionate and empathetic towards everyone; especially towards you! And his whole thing about real men wearing pink? You're sold. You also literally could not deny how fucking hot Yuuto was! He's a solid six foot with tan skin and such a perfectly muscular yet lean build. His face was textbook attractive! And that toothy grin? You're ashamed to admit that you have jerked it multiple times to just Yuuto's looks alone!

However, you were unaware that this problem was actually not a problem at all. Because Yuuto was equally (if not more) head-over-heels for you! Yuuto loved how you matched him so well. He's incredibly energetic and has literally been diagnosed with ADHD but you can keep up with him. You don't mind his erratic topic shifts and topic loops in conversation, and you join him on his random-ass sidequests like it's a part of your daily routine. Most people have just called him annoying and moved on in the past so Yuuto masks like it's second nature; toning down his natural behaviours and almost faking his way through social situations. But with you, Yuuto feels like he can just be himself! Additionally, you're Yuuto's type to a tee. Like the man couldn't possibly find you more attractive than he already does! So it didn't really shock anyone to find out that by the end of freshman year, you and Yuuto were a couple! And it's been the best experience of your life so far! For real, Yuuto treats you like royalty; like you hung the moon and stars yourself. The two of you will never miss a sports event in which the other is participating. Yuuto is quite literally your biggest supporter; he's always on the sidelines screaming your name and compliments constantly fall off of his tongue after you win a race. You do the same for Yuuto though! You're your boyfriend's No.1 cheerleader! You watch the ace volleyballer like a hawk at his games whilst you cheer his name; and before each game, you promise him special rewards. Although these usually come back to bite you in the ass; once you promised him a round for every point he scored... He scored ten points in the first match alone.

Dates with Yuuto are pretty run-of-the-mill! Romantic settings and gestures. But your boyfriend's personal favourites are the dates where the two of you just spend time together at home; either watching films or cooking or just cuddling and chatting.

You both gifted each other a lucky trinket on your one-year anniversary. Yuuto gave you an expensive bracelet engraved with your initials and his (along with sweets and flowers). You gifted Yuuto a necklace with a pink crystal on it. You were upset that your gift was much less expensive and fancy than his, but Yuuto assured you that he loved it simply because it was a gift from you. And since then, Yuuto has only ever taken it off to shower~

Yuuto Nakajima ~ nsfw

Sex with Yuuto is fucking fun! It's just always so enjoyable. Your boyfriend is fucking wild in bed but in the best ways! He'll get so lost in pleasure that his eyes roll back and his tongue slips out of his mouth as he drills his 8-inch, slender dick into you. Yuuto's constantly grinning and smiling when the two of you fuck and it rubs off on you! He's just so happy and his ego swells so much 'cause he's the only man in the world that gets to have you!

Breeding kink? Yessir! Once again, the house of Artemis makes sense for Yuuto! God of childbirth sure does make sense for a guy who wants nothing more than to fill you up with multiple loads and watch your belly grow with his child~ But for real, make even the slightest mention of him 'breeding' you or 'knocking you up' and Yuuto is moaning, whining, and cumming.

Biting and marking is another big thing for your boyfriend! Yuuto has his possessive side and wants the world to know that you belong to him and that he belongs to you! After a night with him, your thighs, neck, chest, ass, and even your stomach are littered with lovebites and hickeys. But the same goes for Yuuto! You make good work of your boyfriend's neck and shoulders; especially when the man is pounding you into next week!

Leo Mendez ~ dating

You first met the ace of the Olympus soccer team at training. Most of football as a sport is cardio and running; so a lot of your track meets and training sessions were shared with the soccer team. You and Leo were almost immediately drawn to each other. You liked his cheerful and energetic personality; he had that boyish charm that a lot of the guys at Olympus lack, as they preferred to show themselves as macho men. Leo on the other hand was also very attracted to you very quickly. The blonde liked how you treated your teammates and even treated the soccer team as if they were family; and your looks also had the man head over heels... Leo just couldn't get enough of those trackstar legs and that ass?! Gah Damn!

Being a ball of sunshine who is worryingly optimistic, Leo didn't see why he shouldn't just straight up ask you out; he was into you, why wouldn't he act on that? A quick "Hey you wanna go out sometime? :)" text was shot your way and the two of you were already out at a cute little cafe in town! The whole talking and dating process came so naturally with Leo! The soccer star would blatantly flirt with you and compliment you on your looks, personality, and smarts; and it was anything but cringe! In fact, it was really fucking charming and refreshing!

Dating the the twunk was just as wholesome as you'd expect it to be! You and Leo shared cute moments every day you're together: You've had to wipe whipped cream off of Leo's nose when he too hastily drank his coffee You fix each other's messy hair after a game or race on the daily Leo will constantly trace shapes into your skin with his fingers; hearts, stars, you name it And the amount of times you two have bumped noses when kissing is too many to count!

Leo will also constantly compliment you. He's a charmer for sure! Your blonde footballer will flash you a toothy grin and when asked why he's smiling will reply with 'You're just so pretty' followed by a chuckle. Literally heart-melting shit. That being said, you also compliment and praise your boyfriend a lot! And his reactions are pure gold! Leo's tan face will just flush a dark pink at any compliments which fall off of your tongue, but the praise is what really gets him. Any positive comment of yours about his soccer skills or god forbid a mention of you being proud of him? He's hard. Full-on boner mid-field. -_-

Leo Mendez ~ nsfw

If you were to ask him, Leo would say he was verse. But in literally every single one of his past relationships, he's never been the top... So you can imagine how fucking ecstatic the man is when he learns that you prefer bottoming 'cause bro loves topping! Though one thing that the blonde has learned from his past relations as a bottom is that he sure does love getting his ass eaten! Leo fucking loves it when you switch between skillfully sucking his dick and slopping rimming him; his eyes always end up rolling to the back of his head and his fingers tangled in your hair whenever you pull out that combo. OH! And not to mention how fucking hot you both find it when you go ham on Leo's ass after a football match! His musk and sweaty, salty yet sweet taste coats your tongue so nicely as you lap at your boyfriend's hole through his jockstrap; an arm of yours holding the small of his back down as your other hand grabs one of the straps of his jock like some sort of rein on a horse.

You have a huge thing for Leo's tanlines. Your boyfriend just looks so hot with his sunkissed skin and those erotic lines highlighting the parts of his body that he only lets you see~ And yes, he does have a tanline underneath that pointless bandaid on his nose.

No matter what the two of you are doing, even if Leo's balls-deep inside of you, the blonde's all jokes and toothy smiles! He's just so appreciative of you and grateful that you're so comfortable with him to allow him to be so intimate with you! He's so cute wtf.

Avan Geiserford ~ dating

As the student council president, one of Avan's many responsibilities is ensuring all clubs and departments are running smoothly and performing as they should be. Therefore, you first met the responsible man during a performance assessment he was conducting on the track team. And being the blunt man that he is, Avan listed off everything that needed to be improved about the team; without a single positive compliment to be found. "Don't you think that's a little rude? I mean I get we can improve but track is ranked third for overall performance" You commented. But you weren't met with a counterargument... "Oh, I apologise. The track team is indeed performing above average" And with an awkward smile, Avan left.

That socially inept rizz worked on you though... 'Cause why did you find the awkward man sort of refreshing? He spoke facts but when called out for something, he would take full accountability and apologise. That's better than most guys you've been with! The bar is in hell.

You took a liking to the swimmer. So you started going out of your way to see him. Avan didn't mind your presence; you weren't as smart as him but you were near the top of your class, so you helped him out with council business. You'd even helped the stresshead solve the council's budget problem in only a couple of days. He'd been stuck on that for weeks! After spending many hours together over a couple of months, Avan considered you a close friend of his. The two of you would not only work on council business together, but you would hang out too! You would sleep over at Avan's after binging starwars; having fallen asleep midway through the nerd's in-depth explanation of the lore. Avan would even ask you to come to support him at swim meets; watching you cheer him on and run up to him for a hug after he wins, it just made him feel all warm n fuzzy inside! Shit. That's when the man realised he was down bad for you.

You had the poor guy stressing; well you didn't, but the idea of having to ask you out had Avan losing sleep! And he's the typa guy who goes goes to bed at 10pm sharp and harps on about the importance of sleep. But you showed mercy to Avan when you asked him out! The navy-haired man took the deepest sigh of relief when you brought your lips to his. His reaction made you think he didn't feel the same at first! But when he saw the worry on your face, Avan blurted out a "ILikeYouToo.DoYouWannaGoOutSometime?"

Despite his socially awkward side, Avan is the perfect boyfriend. Yes the PDA can get a little awkward, and his hands get clammy when holding yours in public, but it's all in a cute way you know? But other than that he's textbook Prince Charming! We're talking pre-planning and scheduling dates for the month... This sounds annoying, but Avan makes sure to work them around your schedules and to only inform you of them a week before! The only reason you know he schedules dates is 'cause you found them in his daily planner T-T

Avan Geiserford ~ nsfw

Surprisingly, you were Avan's first! You expected such a hot and smart jock to have suitors lined up for him! But Avan's never really been interested in all the romance and sex that goes on at Olympus. That was until he met you.

Because of his lack of experience, your boyfriend gets hard at everything you do... Hey, he finds it hard to separate love and lust! To him, because you're his boyfriend, his love for you translates to a deep attraction! Avan will get hard from you trying on his glasses; to him, it's a simple gesture which not only makes you look fucking adorable but also has a few possessive undertones. Your ace swimmer will also pop a boner at the many compliments you throw his way; it doesn't matter if you're complimenting his looks, his skills, or his smarts, Avan will get hard just because his gorgeous boyfriend is complimenting him of all the people you could be complimenting! Avan even gets hard watching you study with him! He just thinks you're so smart that it's sexy.

Despite having a very vanilla first time, and being a generally vanilla type of guy, Avan does have one very specific thing that gets him going. That being pools. Not just being in pools obviously. But being with you in a pool? Shocker, he's hard again. The swimmer just loves seeing you in his domain; your soft skin wet and your curves are highlighted by your swimwear. Avan not only appreciates your body, but holy shit does he get an ego boost that a guy as hot as you is his and his alone. Oh, and the water does feel real good around you two as Avan holds you against him; grindings his hard dick into yours as the two of you make out in the pool.

Ace Anderson ~ dating

This man is a total Hikikomori. Like, he didn't leave his room during his first year at Olympus. But at some point at the start of his second year, Ace noticed you on his commute. He's a total perv who literally cannot go anywhere without finding any man around him hot; imagining them in different levels of nudity and in all sorts of different scenarios. When Ace first saw you on his way to his lecture, he of course noticed how attractive you were! He liked your body shape, your ass, and even weirdly specific things like how your feet were perfectly sized for your body. But Ace liked your face the most; his first thought when he saw you was that you could be a good porn star with a face like that (again, he's a fucking perv). Ace took note of how even when resting, your face had this sexy/cute aspect to it; he could easily picture how your face would look with cum splattered on it.

You noticed him checking you out and decided to have a little fun. Hey! A pretty hot guy kept checking you out. Naturally, you batted your eyelashes and smiled back at him! And that was all it took for the two of you to start talking and hanging out.

But even though the two of you weren't even dating yet, Ace would profusely fantasise about dating you and fucking! During dates/hangouts at your place he would constantly snoop through your shit; checking out what underwear you owned to more accurately imagine you in them, and even finding your dildo and other kinky things of yours. Clearly, the man wasn't just a pervert, but he also didn't know how to respect boundaries. And though Ace said nothing about your toys in the moments, he sure as hell jerked to the thought of you using whatever he found!

Once the two of you started officially dating, Ace began showing his perverted side more and more. He would casually ask if he could keep your used underwear. Like it was nothing! But you knew Ace well enough to expect something like that; you were dating the pervert after all...

Ace Anderson ~ nsfw

Before the two of you met, Ace's hobbies consisted of spending all day watching porn and fantasising about men... But now that he has you, Ace doesn't necessarily need his porn; yet that doesn't mean that he doesn't still enjoy it. So imagine the blue-headed man's elation when you agreed to just watch some porn with him and jerk each other off instead of fucking. The two of you spent a solid two hours just edging and gooning to Ace's favourite vids; and to be fair, you both really enjoyed yourselves. No massive amounts of effort had to be put into it, and you didn't feel like you needed to put on a performance for your boyfriend. It was just raw pleasure.

Other than his porn hobby (addiction), Ace discovered that he has a passion for directing erotic films; not just enjoying them! So again, your twunk boyfriend was very happy when you agreed to some spicy photoshoots and recording sessions from time to time! Ace was into anything as long as it was on camera. He loved filming the two of you fucking, he loved filming you as you jerked off or fingered yourself. Ace even liked directing you; he would get so turned on when he would watch his videos back and hear himself behind the camera giving you pointers or guiding you through whatever you were doing.

I hope you guys enjoyed! To be fully honest I just feel like something is off with this fic. I've tried rewording and re-organising it so much but I give up. Hope it's just me and that you guys like it!

Been desperate for some Jock Studio stuff and assumed you guys would be too so hope I fed y'all right!

Love you guys so so much - Byeeee

Note from two days later: this is a piece of shit omfg get this fic out of my sight

Note from one more day later: Eh it's fine ig. Just wrote Bryce's section and holy shit that's like a whole fic by itself T-T

[dazedantics]

Mark knows there's a lot that happens in hangouts that he isn't aware of.

He knows you might end up talking behind his back once he leaves for the night, that you might over-share some worryingly traumatic story, that you might gush about situationships you were currently in.

Sure, he might not be comfortable with everything you mentioned - who wants to hear their crush talking about all that? But he wasn't gonna be a troublesome guest. No, he was gonna sit there against the wall, smile and nod as you animatedly explained a story to William.

"Yeah, and like, they literally ditched me in the rain. I didn't even get to enjoy a good meal. They picked the worst restaurant. Missed that first red flag."

William hummed in agreeance, typing away on his phone. "I tried to tell you."

You busied yourself with a piece of tape, sitting right in front of Mark. You stuck one piece over his upper lip.

"Yeah, uhm, I'll never doubt your judgement again."

Then a second piece over his lower lip.

Okay, weird? He was just listening politely, had he offended you somehow? Had he forgotten his chapstick again. Was he really that annoying without opening his mouth?

"One hundred percent going to you as soon as I start talking to someone next time."

"And it's been how many years since you've been telling me that?" William scoffed now looking up.

You laughed. "Wow, okay. It's not my fault you're Mister popular, too busy helping other people's problems."

"Yeah, maybe. But just dealing with you and Mark? Being therapist/counselor/everything else is my full time job. Just for you guys not to listen!? I'm gonna start charging you."

You laugh again, putting the tape roll down before looking at Mark.

"Man, not even a discount for your favorite people?"

Then you kissed him.

"You know what though?"

You kissed him.

"You probably could make a mint, cause most of your advice is good."

You kissed him.

And William didn't even seem shocked by it!

Then you ripped the tape off like it was nothing.

Mark jumped, rubbing his lips. "Y/N what-!"

He cut himself off, clearing his throat to lower his voice down to its regular pitch.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

Was he alright? Was this a dream? This was weird right? Why was no one else thrown off by this?

"Y-you kissed me!"

"Don't act like you wouldn't kiss someone you thought was hot!" You defended. "And besides," you held up the strips of tape. "If you think about it, I didn't technically kiss you. Your girlfriend will be fine."

Mark was reeling but you just went on to cuddle against William's side.

"William! Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you think that's weird?"

"You're making a big deal out of this, Mark." William hugged you closer, adjusting his phone so you could watch with him.

"I- what? William!"

What on earth?

"Listen, Mark, I cannot fault them if they learned from the master."

"William!"

[mintyys-blog]

Don’t want you to get too burnt out from all the invincible requests so here is a Dc rq because thankfully I am a fan of both 💐

Can you do Jason Todd & Dick grayson (idk if you write for dick) where reader is pranked by their friend but it’s a very mean prank like feeding them something they’re allergic too on purpose or paying someone to ‘pretend’ to rob them but they have a real gun. Whichever one is easier to write for or if you have your own idea of a mean prank! I love protective batboys sm

DICK GRAYSON & JASON TODD | with s/o who gets “pranked”

dc masterlist

warnings ; cruel pranks, almost dying, fear, swearing, body shaming, cyber bullying

JASON TODD

It started small.

You noticed a guy in a hoodie across the street. Then again—two blocks later. A girl standing nearby, pretending to take a selfie, phone aimed at you. Another guy laughing quietly behind you at the gas station. You tried to brush it off. Paranoia. Coincidence.

But then they started getting closer. Whispering. Filming. Following you. One of them even smiled when you locked eyes. By the time you hit the corner near your apartment, your heart was thudding so loud you could barely hear anything else. You ducked into an alley—not your brightest idea, but you were shaking too hard to think—and called the only person you knew would come without question.

“Jay?” His voice went alert instantly. “Where are you? What’s wrong?”

“I—I think I’m being followed. There’s three of them. They’re filming me. I don’t know—” He was already moving. You could hear the rumble of his bike starting. “Stay on the line. I’m two minutes away.”

And he meant it. You were backed into a wall when he found you. Three strangers standing between you and the exit, still holding up their phones. Still laughing. Jason didn’t hesitate. The motorcycle hadn’t even stopped humming before he was off it and in front of you, hand pushing you gently behind his back.

“Back. Off.” The guy closest to him raised a brow, still filming. “Chill, bro. It’s just a prank. We’re content creators—”

“What did you just say?”

Jason’s tone dropped about twenty degrees. “We’re influencers,” the girl said, stepping in like that explained everything. “We were just filming a fake stalking bit for TikTok. We weren’t gonna hurt her.” Jason’s jaw tensed. “You followed her. Scared her. Cornered her. And you think that’s content?”

The guy laughed again. “Dude, relax. It’s just—” Jason punched him so fast you didn’t even see it. Phone cracked. Nose broken. He crumpled like wet paper. The others screamed.

“You think fear is funny?” Jason barked, advancing. “You think terror makes for good likes? You ever pull something like this again, and you won’t walk away with a broken phone—you’ll leave in a fucking ambulance.” The girl tried to argue. “W-We didn’t touch her—!”

“You followed her. You made her feel unsafe. You don’t get to decide what’s harmless.” He glanced back at you, eyes softer but still blazing. “You okay, baby?” You nodded shakily.

He stepped back to you, hand on your waist, holding you close. You could feel him vibrating with fury, but he kept it in check—for you. “They’re not gonna post that, right?” you asked quietly, still trembling. Jason turned back to them, voice razor-sharp.

“If any footage of her ends up online, I’ll know. And I’ll find you.” He didn’t need to say more. They scattered. Phones off. Faces pale. You finally let yourself cry when he pulled you into his chest. “Jay… I was so scared.”

“I know,” he whispered, holding you tighter. “But I’ve got you now. No one’s touching you. Ever.”

DICK GRAYSON

The gym had always been your safe place. Until today. You knew you weren’t perfect—your form wasn’t Olympic, and your gym outfits weren’t matching influencer sets. But you showed up. You worked hard. You tried. That used to be enough. Until she showed up.

(Influencer name). Mega-popular fitness “personality.” TikTok famous. Million followers. Fake-sweet smile that never reached her eyes. You’d seen her filming herself doing deadlifts in front of the mirror for weeks now. But today… she noticed you.

“Oh my god, girl, you’re doing great!” she said, walking up to you mid-set, phone already in selfie mode. You paused, awkward. “Thanks…”

“Mind if I hype you up on camera? You’re killing it.”

You nodded shyly. Uncomfortable, but trying not to be rude. She laughed with you. Said she admired your determination. “So inspiring,” she gushed. You smiled, despite the weird feeling in your gut.

But that night… you opened your phone. And your stomach dropped. There it was. Her face. Her account. Her followers. Your body on camera. And her voice layered over it in mock sympathy: “When you really think you’re doing something, but your form’s giving ‘flailing sea lion’ and your body’s saying ‘I gave up in 2016.’” Laughter. Comments flooded in.

“Why is she even there?”

“This is why I go to private gyms omg.”

“Imagine having that confidence.”

“She thought she was slaying 😭”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until your vision blurred. You dropped your phone and sat there in your bedroom, shoulders shaking, chest tight, trying to breathe through the ache in your throat. That’s how Dick found you. He didn’t knock. He didn’t call out. He sensed it.

“Hey, babe? You home?” You couldn’t answer. He walked in and froze when he saw you. On the floor. Red-eyed. Shaking. “Y/N—what happened? Are you hurt?”

You tried to speak, but the sob caught in your throat. You just held up your phone. Dick took it. Watched the video in silence. Scrolled. Saw the comments. When he finally looked back at you, his eyes were a kind of cold you’d never seen before.

“Did she ask your permission to film you?” You shook your head. He set the phone down. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

It only took him three hours. Three hours, and:

The video was taken down.

Alicia’s entire account was permanently banned.

An apology video—stiff, uncomfortable, full of fake remorse—was posted under a burner account. “I didn’t know I made her cry…”

And your gym membership? Still active. Hers wasn’t.

Dick pulled every string he had. Called in a favor with a friend who managed TikTok security. Emailed her gym chain’s corporate office with a full explanation and screenshots. Brought up privacy violation laws and brand liability. Mentioned that if she harassed anyone else, he’d go public with it. She was done. When he came home, you were still in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Dick crawled in beside you, fully clothed, and pulled you into his chest without saying a word. You finally whispered, “Thank you.” He kissed your forehead.

“No one gets to humiliate you and walk away clean,” he said. “Not when I’m in your corner.” You smiled for the first time that day, even through the tears. And he stayed with you all night—your real safe place.

[alealuvshayden]

Scott and Sam Monroe - SMUT

twins!Scott/Sam Monroe x reader

𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

„Yo dude! How about we invite y/n over???�� the blond texts his twin. Both of them had the hots for you. Popular girl at school i mean who wouldnt? But BOTH??? Too much maybe..

First you had your eyes on Scott, Sam was just too.. emo for you. Scott tried everything to get you to come over at his house, so when their mom and stepdad left for a trip and left the two teenage boys alone, Scott invited you.

„Is your brother gonna be there too.?“ you ask sweetly as Scott walked you to your locker.

„Yep he‘s home too.. that okay?“ he asks you. Both of the guys wanted you, you had no idea. They made plans to get you.. because if one twin can have you, the other surely can too.

„Yeah.. its alright… m‘home alone as well, i might sleep over..“

Oh yeaaahhhh baby, jackpot.

„Sure you can, babe.“

You smile softly at him, Scott was always so nice, unlike his brother who was a skank to everyone. Moody guy.

„Alrightyyy, i‘ll be over after school. See ya, Scotty..“

Scott knew he had you, and he had you good. Quickly texted his brother.

„We got her dude, now you just gotta charm her as well. She doesnt like you. Loser.“

Sam rolled his eyes at the message but quickly replied with:

„Oh she‘ll be all over me before you know it, bastard.“

He finished his smoke and got into his car outside of school where he waited for the uglier version of himself.

Later that afternoon you came over. Sun was already going down. It was a warm spring day. You ring the bell and Sam opened the door.

„Hey peachy c‘mon in. Make yourself at home.“

You roll your eyes at him. „Yeah yeah.. where‘s your brother?“

„You looking for Scott?? You‘re having both of us tonight, sunshine.“

That made you groan. You made your way to the living room where Scott was at. Charmy, pretty boy Scott. „Hi Scotty!!“

He got up and wrapped his broad arms around you. „Heyyy, babe. Made it alright?“ He asked you with a smile on his face, showing his perfect set of teeth. You nod softly at him and mumble a faint „mhm“

As the three of you sat on the couch, you quickly got fond of Sam. He was actually really nice.. to you at least. Through the night he smacked Scott on the head multiple times which made you laugh out loud.

„Sam!!“ I giggle.

„What?? Im making him pay up, peachy.“

You shake your head and laugh, Scott wrapped his arms around you and held you close, whining.

„He hurt me and youre laughing about it..?“

„Awww baby calm down…“ you stroke his hair gently.

Sam got jealous at the sight. He wanted your affection as well, why didnt he also get it from you? He took a smoke break outside.

„What‘s wrong with him…?“ you ask Scott.

„Dude‘s jealous, wants you too y‘know?“

That clicked something in you. Both of the Monroe Brothers wanted you… Ohhh so that‘s what Sam meant when he said you were having both of them tonight.

You got up from Scott‘s embrace and decided to check up on Sam. „I‘ll be back, dont miss me too much.“

As you made your way to the backyard, you saw Sam just staring at the pool. You approach him and tap his shoulder. „Mad at me..?“ you ask innocently.

„No.. no not mad at you.. dont worry, peachy…“

You crawled onto his lap, since he was sitting on a chair. He gasped and wrapped an arm around you as he continued smoking his cigarette. Deciding to be bold.. you plant a kiss onto his neck, and he hummed at that.. „mmh.. continue.. please..“

You continued kissing his neck and he picked you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you in. Sam said to Scott. „Look who finally caved..“ Scott laughed at the sight and you abruptly stop what you were doing.

„Caved..?“ You ask confused.

„Yeah caved, sweetie. I knew you already wanted me so it was the mission to get you to like Sam too.. You cant pick one of us can you..?“

You hesitantly shake your head no.. you really couldnt choose. Both of the twins were just too.. good looking to choose.. having the same face after all, how could you possibly choose?

Sam continued carrying you and the brothers made their way to Scott‘s bedroom. Your arms wrapped around his neck like a baby and Sam kissed your forehead.

„Gonna take us both..?“ He asked and you shyly nodded.. „I-if i manage to…“

„You will manage, babe. I believe in you.“ the blonde spoke, that boosted your confidence. They laid you on the bed and started stripping off their clothes and then helped you out of your clothes.

You started whining lightly at the touch, already having a wet spot on your panties from arousal. Scott leaned in and kissed you while Sam made his way down and kissed your other lips. You moaned into the kiss with Scott and he drunk them all up as if they belonged to him.

Eventually Sam made you cum just from lightly eating you out. Then they switched. Scott spit on his hand and rubbed his cock, making it glisten before sweetly thrusting into you. You gasped loudly, he didnt fit into you.

„Ahh.. hurts.. hurts..“

As soon as you whimpered Scott stopped all his movements, leaving you time to adjust to him. Sam kissed your cheeks and forehead as a way to comfort you. „Sorry, peachy.. you give us the green light m‘kay..? We will stop everything if you need to.“

Reassurance king? You nodded gently and made eye contact with Scott.

„Y-you can move, S-scotty..“

Scott started lightly thrusting into you as you moaned loudly. The neighbors could most likely hear you but all of you couldnt care less. Sam sucked on your tits as Scott continued his business in you.

You tangle your fingers into Sam‘s hair, tugging on them as Scott fucked your brains out.

„So.. fucking.. tight.. mmm.. fuck..“ Scott groaned as he held onto your hips.

Then Sam approched your face and his big cock slapped your cheek lightly. „You ready to take it, y/n?“

You shake your head no.. you werent comfortable blowing someone off, yet. „N-n-no..“ You manage to get out of your lips. „Oh shit he‘s really fucking you dumb? What happened to our smart girl?“ „It‘s ok, baby you dont have to suck me off..“ Sam leaned in and kissed you gently.

Scott felt himself nearing his high and he pulled out, your pussy clenched on nothing as you felt the emptiness. Sam then quickly filled you up again and you felt no difference. Blondie started jacking off to make himself cum and he came on your stomach..

„Fuck, babe. You‘re so good.. mm..“ He kissed your lips sweetly as you continued moaning desperately. After a while Sam made you cum again and you clenched around him. „aaahhh..“ he whined at the feeling as you came undone. He continued thrusting gently to help you ride out your orgasm. He then pulled away and jacked off as well, also cumming on your stomach.

He moaned at the sight of cum on your belly. „You took us so well baby.. we love you“ Scott spoke gently. Both of the guys cleaned you up and kissed you softly everywhere.

Then you all snuggled up under the sheets. You in the middle and both of them on either side of you.

The next few days were gonna be crazy

not proofread! had this in the drafts for some time wasnt sureeee so ya.

gotta work on some ideas people gave me have patience peoples

tryna change my style on here idek

taglist: @mvst4far @divineani @anakinstwinklebunny @madsluvsdilfs @ysrjune @hearts4sammonroe

[butteronabun]

i think i read this concept somewhere before but imagine f! reader swooning with the other ladies of mondstadt abt this one particular romance novel that has been getting popular as of late. diluc gets word of this ( maybe it’s because of elzer, or probably even kaeya, the tease ) because don’t tell anyone this but he kinda likes you.

( “. . . kinda? what are we, twelve?”

“shut it, kaeya.” )

and he wonders what the fuss is all about—

“it seems that lady,” adelinde calls your name fondly, as she stands beside the master of the house eating his dinner. “has been involved with a book club. some of the maids are members, and they told me that it had been a joyous time. they would discuss the books over delicious cups of tea and pastries that she and her friends had made.”

diluc is happy to hear this, of course, that a delightful woman such as you is having the time of her life in mondstadt. his heart skips a beat in his chest as he imagines you, the ever beautiful, endearing you, sharing anecdotes. he tries to hide the growing smile on his face as he remembers how you focus into the small and tiniest details—it is no doubt that the people in your book club are always entertained by your presence.

they’re surely lucky to have you. diluc, if only he wasn’t so busy, would actually really love to be part of that book club as well. ( “eyeing something, master diluc?” lisa winks, when diluc finds himself in the library. ) but alas, it was only reserved for ladies, and he was too shy to actually be in it.

— not until this one fateful night. not until he finally understands why.

of course, the abyss is up to no good again. diluc does his daily patrols on the outskirts and even outside of the city.

then, he hears it.

( a cackling abyss mage approaches your quivering form. you have books in your arms, tightly clutching them to your chest. you bought these for the new members of your book club as gifts since some of them can’t even afford it, and like hell you’re gonna lose them to some monster! these are expensive!

and since gods do really like tampering with fate ( or is this just destiny? ) before the abyss mage gets to throw its icicle at you, it disintegrates, and you blink upon the arrival of a familiar figure.

clad in black and donned in a mask, your lips part in shock. the smell of burnt wood and grass reaches your nostrils. the figure—the man, turns around, and you can’t help but feel a little clumsy. “t–thank you so much, um—!” some of the books fall to the ground, and you yelp. the man kneels down to grab your novels, and you feel your cheeks begin to steam. “um, wait—!” )

after rescuing you from a pesky abyss mage, diluc is really happy to get to interact with you again. last time he did was when you were in the tavern, drinking out with your peers. there, he realized how low your tolerance is, and there, he also realized how actually weak he is for you. you had been so friendly and sweet to him—you included him in your conversations and was always so understanding. how can he not like someone like you?

or maybe the cherry on top was when you invited him to go stargaze at the starsnatch cliff ( how did you not know what that meant? is it because you’re from fontaine, and you’re still getting used to mondstadt? ) and requested for only diluc. no master of the house diluc, nor wine tycoon diluc. just diluc. just himself.

he’ll do everything for you, as long as it is okay with you.

as he descends to the ground to retrieve some of the novels that you carried, diluc lifts one. he listens to you stammer— and he wonders why you’re so flustered, not until he sees the front cover.

it’s an image of a man. he’s wearing a dark getup: a dark brown tunic, black pants, and a midnight cloak. diluc ponders over why he’s getting deja vu.

then, he also has a a bird mask, and red hair peeking out from his hood. wait, red hair?

on his muscular arms, is nothing but a damsel in distress looking at him with so much adoration. much like to the expressions you’ve had with the ladies whenever you ramble about the popular book that diluc has been curious on ever since forever—

oh.

diluc raises his head slowly, and sees you fumble over you words. “mr. darknight hero, i apologize—!”

oh.

[golddustwomanwins]

DEVIL’S SNARE pt. 2

Nerd Art Donaldson x popular reader

18+

You were both sitting on your bed, pink bedding complementing Art’s flushed skin. He had a Stanford hoodie on, gaze averted as he fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

“It’s a date, Art, I doubt you’ll be going to second base.”

Art looked up at you with a mixture of confusion and panic. You huffed. When you had the brilliant idea of helping Art out with his little romance, you didn’t expect him to actually come back to you and seek some help.

“But what if it’s gonna be a good date and everything is perfect and at the end she’ll want to kiss me?” His voice pitched high at the end of the sentence.

“Well, then you kiss her,” you shrugged leaning back on your hands. When you saw the look on his face you quickly came to realize.

“You haven’t kissed anyone yet?”

“You sound awfully surprised,” Art whispered embarrassed.

“Well, yeah. I mean we’re in college,” you shifted forward, your knees knocking against his and making him flinch.

“Forget what I said, I do believe you,” you corrected yourself. “Well, then we’re gonna remedy that.”

You sit on your calf’s, hands pulling Art closer by his shirt.

“W-what?” Art said surprised as you were suddenly far too close to him.

“I’m gonna show you how to kiss. Aren’t you supposed to be the genius in this equation?” You arched a brow, hands still grasping the fabric of his shirt. Art swallows slightly, his eyes dipping down to your lips. They were glossy, the shitty light of your dorm room making it sparkle temptingly.

“You’d do that?” He was still looking at your lips while he talked.

You shrugged. “Might be good for my karma. And you’re not that bad looking, Art.”

His eyes flew up from your lips to your eyes.

“I’m not?”

You chuckled lightly. Your hand reached up to tug at one of his curls. “You’ve got the whole innocent thing going for you,” you told him. Art wasn’t your type. You’d usually go for loud and sporty guys. Assholes, who thought way too much of themselves but were a good fuck.

Art flushed a lovely shade of red and you grinned again.

“We’ll go slow, promise.”

He nodded, sitting as stiff as a board. You slowly leaned in, noses brushing as your hand wandered into his curls. They were surprisingly soft.

“Art,” you whispered, lips hovering above his.

“Hmm?” He asked voice high pitched once more.

“You need to breathe.”

As if only noticing now, he took a shaky breath in.

“Relax for me,” you tried to sound assuring, hands slowly massaging his scalp. “You know me. If it gets to much you’ll tap my thigh and I will stop immediately.”

He nodded.

“Immediately, Art.”

“Okay, yeah,” he relaxed slightly.

“It’s just a close mouthed kiss first,” you noticed that if you explained him what you were doing, he seemed to relax more.

This time when you leaned in, you barely brushed your lips against Art’s. His breath hitched and you smiled, pressing your lips against his. The flesh gave away softly as you pressed a tender kiss against his lips.

You leaned back, Art’s eyes remaining closed. You leaned in again and repeated the movement, angling his jaw the way you liked. He was putty in your hands, sighing softly when your lips met his again.

“Art,” you whispered.

“Huh?” He asked with closed eyes.

“Try to kiss me back.”

“Oh, yeah right,” he nodded quickly. This time when you kissed him, you felt the pressure of him kissing you back.

You continued like that for a bit, eventually making soft sounds fall from Art’s mouth. Your hands trailed form his hair to his neck, to his hot cheeks. You started to move your head a bit away every time after the kiss making him chase you.

You gently took his hands and placed them on your waist, his fingers grasping for something tightly.

“Okay,” you said slightly breathless. “Let’s add a little tongue okay? I’ll show you and you can imitate."

Art nodded almost eagerly, leaning in quickly to kiss you again. This time your tongue licked over the seam of his lips, making him open them with a soft moan.

When your tongues met a whole shiver went through Art's body. His hands pulled you into his lap as he almost tried to crawl inside of you.

“You taste like strawberries,” he murmured.

A surprised sound left you as his lips started to trail along your jaw, the tips of his fingers creeping past the edge of your shirt.

"Fuck," Art murmured as he sucked at your neck. For a moment you got lost in the sensation of his lips on your skin but you quickly snapped out of it.

"okay," you huffed. "I think thats enough."

With a soft shove Art let go of you and you slipped off his lap. A new silence settled between the two of you as you tried to catch your breath.

Art was a sight for sore eyes. Cheeks flushed and glowing, pupils blown wide, his plump lips swollen.

"Feeling more relaxed now?" you asked to get rid of the silence and Art nodded, refusing to look at you.

"Thank you. And sorry for bothering you," he stood up quickly, hands in front of his groin before he slipped out of your dorm way too quickly.

[marauder-misprint]

Ahhhh!!! Congrats on 1000 it is so deserved!!! Can I request the prompt "this is the worst decision you will ever make, I'll see you at seven" with a post azkaban sirius? I think it would be hilarious if reader is the one to say the line, but I would love to see whatever you do with it!!

Hi! Thank you ❤︎ I know this ended up being short, but for some reason, I struggled to write this. But it's pure fluff and I think everyone enjoys fluff ❤︎

1,000 Followers celebration

Hope y'all enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Drinks

Sirius Black x fem!reader

microfic - 942 words

cw: fluff

Paying attention during Order meetings proved to be difficult. Moody’s voice melted into an incomprehensible buzz as you stared across the room. The room was slightly stuffy; old wizarding homes didn’t have the ventilation that they really needed, even in the kitchens. Moody was recapping the points of a mission that you weren’t going on. It made you feel less horrible about zoning out. 

Across the table from you was Sirius Black. You knew him from when you were at school. You didn’t expect him to recognize you; you were a few years younger than him. Being as popular as he was, the whole school knew about him and you didn’t have that recognition. Within your own year, you had some traction, but it was nothing compared to the Marauders. 

Sirius’ personality, as you observed it during meetings, hadn’t changed much since school, which you found intriguing. The man had been to Azkaban and escaped. He managed to maintain who he was despite constantly being around dementors. That wasn’t something the average person could do. And if you add in the fact that he actually fought in the first war – you were still in school – and lost friends? He should be a shell of man. And yet, he wasn’t. 

“Hanging around, sweetheart?” a voice asked you, breaking you from your thoughts. 

You blinked before looking up at the source of the voice. Sirius. Oh. You blushed slightly.

“Meeting over?” 

“Been over for a few minutes now.”

“Sorry,” you said with a heavy breath. “Zoned out, I suppose.”

“Something weighing on you or do you just not like Moody?” he asked, resting his hip on the table. He had a very casual air about him. 

You didn’t answer right away. Your thoughts hadn’t been on the war, although that would’ve been an easily understandable answer. You debated telling Sirius that you had been thinking about him. You didn’t know if it would come off as peculiar, but you knew the longer you stayed quiet, the worse it would be. 

“No, no. Moody’s fine.”

“Then what’s on your mind? If you want to talk ‘bout it. I can put the kettle on,” he offered with an air of nonchalance. 

You hadn’t expected such kindness from him. Certainly not directed at you, a girl he barely knew if he even remembered you from school. You pushed your chair back from the table and stood up.

“Just thinking. The war, you, work, my family’s safety, everything.”

You had turned to leave, but Sirius reached out and touched your elbow. You looked back at him with a tilted head.

“Me?” 

“Yeah,” you said, facing him fully. “You’re an enigma. Just as you’ve always been, but it’s different.”

He chuckled. “As I’ve always been?”

“We were at Hogwarts together for a few years. I mean, everyone knew you, but you still managed to surprise people.” 

“Didn’t know we-”

“I’m a few years younger than you. I didn’t expect you to. I don’t think I ever crossed into your radar.” 

“Maybe you should’ve,” he said, eyeing you up and down.

You laughed and crossed your arms.

“You wouldn’t’ve even looked at me.”

“Looking at you now, though.” 

“Are you?” 

You couldn’t help the smile that was growing on your face. His tone was flirtatious. You wouldn’t deny that he was attractive when he was younger, just as you wouldn’t deny that he was still attractive. 

“Should I put the kettle on? So you can figure out this enigma?” he asked. 

He tucked some of your hair behind your ear. It was a cheesy move, but moves exist because they work and your heart skipped a beat when he did that. 

“Sirius, do you even know my name yet?” 

“No, which makes you a mystery to me. One I’d like to figure out.”

“Right,” you said before telling him your name. “And I really can’t be staying long tonight. I need to check on my parents. I worry about ‘em with everything that’s going on.”

“Of course. You did say you were thinking about the war earlier.”

You nodded. 

“Are you free tomorrow then? We can do tea, or something harder if you’d like. We have brandy, wine, beer, whiskey, the works.” 

“Is the escaped Azkaban convict asking me out?” you asked with a teasing lilt to your voice. 

“I am, although I didn’t commit the crime I was imprisoned for.”

“No doubt you’ve committed other crimes though,” you laughed. 

“But I wasn’t tried for those,” he said with a wink. “So, tomorrow. Drinks? Here, since, you know, I can’t leave.” 

“With a girl you don’t really know? This is the worst decision you will ever make, I'll see you at seven.”

You walked away from Sirius before apparating to your parents’ house. They greeted you cheerfully, assuming the giddy smile on your face was due to seeing them and not having made plans for a date.

Sirius shook his head as he laughed to himself, pushing himself off the table to put the kettle on. He didn’t need you to enjoy a cup of tea. Remus came back into the kitchen.

“I’ll have a cup too,” Remus said, sitting back down at the table. 

“Oh, you paid more attention to the younger students when we were at school. What can you tell me about the girl sitting across from me today?” Sirius asked as he placed two cups on the table. 

“Erm, not much? I’ve heard she’s good at dueling, exceptional wandwork. Why?”

“She’s coming back over tomorrow and apparently inviting her was the worst decision I will ever make.”

“Right, because going after Wormtail alone was so brilliant.”

tags: @navs-bhat, @bruxa0007, @faceache111

[holloweiss]

uhm guys, why am I seeing the overly violent and/ or misogynistic gojo interpretation getting popular among fans now. 😐

I’m not saying that he isn’t a violent person, but it’s been bothering me for a while that people have started to center his entire personality around violence and what he displayed against the disaster curses in shibuya (the emphasis being on the fact that he was fighting CURSES not humans) - especially considering his development post HI and his epiphany are all about the realization that not everything in life can be achieved through strength and violence.

and re misogyny:

“he didn’t train nobara or maki”. nobara has a traditional CT and was thoroughly trained by her grandma before transferring to JJT, plus she was literally taken out of the story in shibuya (this is actually the part where the classic shonen misogyny came in) while gojo was sealed, making their shared time very little. maki on the other hand is someone with a HR, hardly anyone at JJT knows how to train such a person besides giving her physical training and battle experience (much less gojo who generally struggles with teaching). that’s why she basically learned everything by herself.

“he only trained his male students” he was absent for most of the story bc of his enormous workload since he’s the only special grade on full time active duty?

that’s why he had to send yuta off to miguel. he took megumi with him to the zenins for strategic reasons/future arrangements (bc they were clearly interested in megumi’s talents). he probably showed him the basics of his CT, but megumi interpreted his technique on his own and it’s implied that he doesn’t rly train him unless megumi asks him to do so. he only taught yuji the very very basics and basically let him in todo’s and nanami’s care later. his other students also trained on their own mostly, regardless of their gender.

like come on guys, gege’s writing is definitely misogynistic at times, but saying that gojo was deliberately mistreating his female students isn’t it.

[sillygoofyqueer]

OKAY OKAY OKAY I HAD A DAY OFF FROM EDUCATION BECAUSE THE ILLNESS HAS STRUCK ME DOWN. HOWEVER, LADS, WE'VE GOT MORE MAD SCIENTIST AU TO YAP ABOUT. Right, so, shenanigans may be going on during the war camp of the Sunshot Campaign, but there is still a war going on. Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen decide that it's the best time to start advancing to take back the land that was taken by the Wen and, while the battles are still gruelling as all hell, Wei Wuxian is a literal demon on the battlefield. The rumours say that he clambered up from the depths of the most uninhabitable place in the world and bloodshed followed every step he took. The Wen and Jin both cower at the mere mention of the Yiling Patriarch appearing to take back control over those that left him to a fate worse than death, and when the low, howling melody of a flute rings out across the battlefield, you can see them begin to falter, looking around in panic to try and catch a sight of the monster before the dead rise to follow his commands. He doesn't even deign to draw his sword once against them.

It's not just Wei Wuxian gaining popularity through these battles. Alongside the aggressive stance of Sandu Shengshou and the elegant but unyielding blows of Hanguang-Jun, there is a more surprising legend joining the ranks. An archer whose arrows always strike true, often burning with spiritual flame to cause even more damage to the unfortunate soul the man's eyes have landed upon in the fleeting moment. Fèng bǐ zhǔ (鳳匕主- Phoenix Dagger Master) is possibly one of the most skilled archers in the Sunshot Campaign, dark eyes sharp and observant to pick out the biggest potential dangers that have dodged the fierce blades of the battling warriors. Rumours say he has killed many men with a single arrow (yes it was being used as a dagger but that's still cool as hell), and his blade tipped bow has felled many souls without the requirement of arrows. The wind seems to follow his command with how he guides his arrows into the bodies of his enemies. Wen Ning thinks it's all a bit over the top, but how could his family ever just brush off such a thing?!

With all these legends in the making, the Wen and Jin are obviously getting more concerned about their chances of winning the war. They thought they had this literally in the bag because they weren't aware of the single teenager that had been thrown away, weren't aware of how easily he could change the tides of the battle. Even then, there's other teenagers gaining names for themselves that they didn't think would ever reach so far in life. Viewed as little brats who were just bits of dirt to be brushed aside for the main goal of power and control of the entire Jianghu. They're learning all of this information, Jin Guangshan is realising that he threw his lots in with the wrong guy and is severely regretting his decision. Wen Ruohan is getting very frustrated because FENGBI-ZHU?? You mean, his NEPHEW?? The one who was being held hostage?! So it's safe to say that he's pissed off. You know who he has within his possession? UH OH!! THE DAFAN WEN!!!

There is a suspicious lull in battle that nobody expected, one that has everyone braced for a sudden, violent attack of sorts. Wen Qing, who has been using Wei Ying's crows to get messages to the Dafan Wen for updates, suddenly loses all contact with them. These are warning signs for a very very bad thing happening. Wen Qing brings this information to Lan Wangji, not wanting to worry her didis about it, and he takes it straight to his gege at her request because his gege can help with this. They forget that there is a certain twelve year old who eavesdrops for fun around the camp, and one who will immediately tell his gege everything he hears, especially if it's explicitly linked to their family. Wei Ying tells Wen Ning, and they do what two teenagers who are extremely worried about their family would do. They sneak OUT of the war camp and INTO WEN TERRITORY.

Lan Wangji is the first to notice Wei Ying missing, of course he is, looking around and finding a strangely worried looking Xue Yang peering around the camp himself. He asks his new didi where Wei Ying is, and Xue Yang is actually sheepish and panicked because he's TWELVE and his gege is missing right after he told him about a potentially awful situation. He immediately spills everything to Lan Wangji because he honestly didn't expect both Wei-gege AND Wen-gege to go MIA the moment he turned his back! Lan Wangji is obviously like "oh shit fuck no" and goes to his gege because this is bad. Wen Qing goes fucking insane the moment that she hears the news that two of her moronic didis have seemingly gone into enemy territory without even letting her know, without even seemingly strategising. This is fucking awful, and she can't go running after them because she can't just leave Xue Yang without anyone - he is just as important as her other didis now, even with his stupidity sometimes.

Meanwhile, Wei Ying and Wen Ning are rushing to Dafan on their swords, obviously. The only reason they aren't immediately shot down by patrolling Wen guards is because the clouds are good cover and the crows are far too happy to assist in distracting the guards so they can get past denser populations. They didn't really think much before they went off, grabbing a few days' food and medical supplies in case of danger. Wen Ning's bow is heavy on his back, and Chenqing is practically buzzing in response to the resentful energy thrashing around in its master's chest with every breath that he takes. The boys don't talk much, brains flashing wildly between "this was such a stupid idea" and "our family is in danger and we have to help them." This urgency is what propels them faster, forgoing sleep as much as possible without losing their instincts - they don't have time to stop, they can't even think about considering stopping until they finally land in Dafan Village.

It is deadly silent. There is usually always something or other going on in the village, but there is nothing. There is familiar char upon the wood making up the usually lively homes, a scent of smoke filling the senses the moment they step into this ghost village. It's a silent, cautious walk through the streets, the damage only getting worse the further in they get. Wei Ying catches a much, much more familiar scent beginning to rise to the forefront of the smoke, and he shares a very panicked look with Wen Ning, who can't smell it, but can definitely see the blood splattering the stone stairs and soaking into the dirt beneath their feet. Wen Ning is the first to start sprinting, yelling out the names of his beloved family with every corner turned, and Wei Ying is close behind, all thoughts of secrecy gone as they hurtle towards the centre of the village, desperate to find them just roughed up as a warning or something. A threat, maybe.

Instead, they find a pile of corpses. Discarded like rubbish, left to rot away in the centre of their precious village, the one place they were supposed to be truly safe. Blood permeates the air, covering the scene like an almost morbid decoration, and there's a distinct smell of burnt flesh with every breath. Wen Ning can't look for even a second longer than necessary before he's stumbling away, emptying the contents of his stomach - he has seen shit from the war, but nothing hits like seeing his family like this - and a sort-of-scream, sort-of-anguished-groan escapes him. Wei Ying, however, cannot look away. He stares emptily at the sight in front of him, everything else fading to a distant, muffled mess. This is all his fault, he knows it. This physically cannot be happening. He stumbles forwards, hands reaching to - what? He doesn't know, but he's gently scooping up the first corpse he can get a proper grip on, going to get them out of an undignified pile.

Wen Ning is having a mental breakdown but starts trying to help out, not wanting to leave his family in such a state. Wei Ying is basically disassociating as he starts laying out these bodies on the floor, murmuring apologies for the indignity the whole time. He's worked with corpses before, he's very methodical with it, and he tries not to look too much at their faces as he gently rests them upon the blood soaked ground. He's so focused on being careful with everything he does that it's hard to realise that there's something shifting around in the pile of corpses. He actually thinks it's a possible walking corpse trapped within its confines at first, but then he scoops up yet another body one of his aunties and realises that its holding something in its arms, clutched to its chest. He goes about laying out the body, familiar red smeared upon his robes as he finally removed its arms from its chest and finds these big, blinking eyes staring out at him from within a dirty, mudded blanket.

[wannabanauthor]

I think I would be less angry at Buck

If he talked about his hesitation to get back with Tommy. While Buck screwed things up after the hookup, Tommy was the one that broke up with him.

Maybe he's too scared of screwing up again and driving Tommy away for good. But he's not saying that. He's just doing nothing.

He wants to get back together with Tommy but makes no effort to do so. And he doesn't give a reason why. Or the narrative so far hasn't explicitly said it.

I understand that Buck now has bigger issues than his love life, and he does deserve time to figure himself out and create a new life without Bobby.

So logically, his thing with Tommy is the least of his worries. I can understand if the narrative takes a while to bring Tommy back. But Bobby's death didn't happen in a vacuum.

It came after the breakup and hookup. And Buck hadn't made any effort to fix things with Tommy before Bobby died. He acknowledged that he needed to call and apologize, but then he did absolutely nothing except ask Tommy for a favor.

Even when Tommy said that he was helping for Buck too, Buck still said nothing. And that's the part that irritates me. It looks incredibly one-sided even from a shipper's POV. I can imagine Tommy is thinking the same.

I think maybe Buck forgot that he hasn't told Tommy about his feelings. But that wouldn't make sense either. He knows what he said that morning after and has done nothing about it. He asked Tommy for a favor and thanked him for doing it. That's it.

At this point, I feel like he doesn't even care but claims he does. He never talks to Tommy about their issues, but he'll talk to everyone else and jump the gun. Is he waiting for someone to give him permission or something?

I just hope that he realizes that Tommy is not going to wait around for long. He's in his early 40s, and he wants something serious with someone who is serious about him. Buck isn't that and isn't even trying to be that.

Maybe Buck hasn't realized that he hasn't given Tommy something to wait for. I think the best thing for Season 9 is for Buck to see Tommy dating other people. But then again, Buck might still be stupid and do nothing about it. And it doesn't even match how he was with Tommy in Season 7. In season 7, he made more of an effort, apologized and everything.

This past season he just bitched and moaned about a situation he created but never fixed. Tommy has no reason to reach out to him. Buck's going to take too long and end up losing Tommy for good.

I bet you that Buck won't even mention Tommy in the first few episodes of Season 9. By the time he remembers that Tommy exists, it'll probably have been a year since the breakup.

What's worst for us is that us BuckTommy shippers have 4+ months of nothing before the show comes back. Tim and the writers are letting us stew for months with no progress made and betting on us and others coming back to watch the show. Of course, they're not thinking of that, but Tim really has the worst timing.

The breakup happened the same week as the election. Bobby died and then so did the IRL Pope. And now there's been no progress for BuckTommy, so we get to be angry and frustrated the entire summer and probably talk ourselves out of watching the show again.

Again, Tim Minear is not a good enough writer to keep up this will/won't they trope between Buck and Tommy. I don't know if they're intentionally dragging it out or they just lack common sense or writing skills.

I know 9-1-1 isn't the BuckTommy show, and that there are multiple main characters, but the writing for them has been shitty too. Everyone almost dies or goes through the same type of trauma repeatedly. And they pissed off the Bvddies.

Honestly, only a white man could fuck up a show on so many levels and continue to fuck up with no improvements made. Maybe Tim is phoning it in. I don't know.

It just seems like Tim has made so many bad writing decisions that aren't popular with audience, and he refuses to stop and re-evaluate things to make the show enjoyable again.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Candy Shop Order for @wolfqueenxxx - Hellfire Cinnamon Candy, Strawberry Sherbet, Bittersweet Dark Chocolate, 7

Eddie Munson x Female Reader, Angst, “I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.”

sorry if this is bad, I still don't quite know how to write angst all that well.

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You sat, slumped over your knees, mascara tracks down your once perfectly pink cheeks, and your perfectly styled hair now falling down around you in a loose mess. The sounds of bubblegum pop music pounds from behind closed doors. Tonight was supposed to be your dream night, the night you had thought about your entire teenage life. Your prom night. The one night of the year that you could dress up, be pretty and dance the night away with the guy of your dreams holding you tight.

Except it wasn’t the guy of your dreams holding you tight on the dance floor. No. Instead you were met with the amused scoff of your date who had only asked you as a date just to laugh you off in front of his friends, laughing at how you could possibly believe that a guy as popular as him could actually fall for a gullible girl like you.

The guy of your dreams, however pathetically sad it may seem, was your best friend, Eddie. Eddie, with his soft, kind brown eyes, shaggy brown curls, adorably boyish smile, and his  devil-may-care attitude. The boy who drew you in like a magnet, and treated you with nothing but warmth and made you laugh with his silly antics and enthusiasm for everything he did and loved. The boy who slung his arm around you and hugged you at every opportunity just because he could. All those cosy late night movie marathons spent with him in his trailer. All the times you loudly and proudly cheered for him in a handful of drunk patrons in a dingy dive bar. And those summers spent together at the lakes, just being carefree until the hazy summer sun fades to a swirling pink sky. 

That was the boy who you hoped would hold you on the dance floor as the pair of you twirlied under the sparkling lights of the disco ball.

You hoped that he would finally see you as something more than a friend. Longing to have that perfect moment where you would tell him exactly how you feel about him, and stupidly you hoped that maybe he would feel the same.

But he wasn’t here.

And now you were here, sitting on the cold steps outside the school’s auditorium, feeling upset and embarrassed, as your fingers fumbled with the buckles of your silver kitten heeled shoes.  No point in wearing them now, anyway.  

You don’t know how long you sat there feeling sorry for yourself, but it was long enough that the evening’s chill began to seep into your bones. Until all of a sudden the chill wasn’t seeping in like before. Without you really even being aware, a heavy leather jacket was placed over your shoulders, the all too familiar scent of a woodsy cologne and cigarettes clinging to the material.

“Eddie? What are you doing here?” you sniffle, quickly trying to wipe away the obvious black smear stains of your misery with the back of your hand.

“Henderson called me. Told me you ran off. You wanna talk about it?” he says, taking a seat on the step next to you.

You sink into yourself, not even beginning to know where to start. You want to talk, you want to tell him what happened, but the words feel stuck.

“You know, I thought it was going to be you that I got to dance with tonight.”

And suddenly being nothing more than the laugh of the week for the jocks wasn’t what you wanted to talk about. And then faster than your brain can keep up with your heart and your mouth you began to spill your closely held secret to Eddie.

“C’mon now, prom really isn’t my scene. How d’ya think people are going to look at me when I turn up in some stupid rented tux?” he laughed at himself, to lighten the mood and just to see you smile.

But smiling was the last thing you felt like doing right now.

“I waited and waited for you to ask me to prom and you never did.” your voice comes out like the softest whisper.

“How was I supposed to know you even wanted me to go to prom with you? It’s not like you even like me like that.” 

Oh how wrong he was.

There’s an uncomfortable and uncommon silence that hangs in the air for longer than either of you would like.

“You don't like me, at least not like anything more than a friend.” Eddie says so assuredly that it makes you mad at how oblivious he could be.

And then all that embarrassment, anger and frustration bubbles over until you're exploding. 

“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.”

“You love me?” Eddie says, a shocked stutter stunting his words.

“Yeah, but it's not like it matters all that much anymore.” You say, standing up to leave.

“How was I supposed to know you had any feelings for me when you never said anything?” Eddie says defensively. 

“You hold me when we're watching movies late into the night. You kiss me on the cheek like it means something more, and then you pull away so easily. You can't just do stuff like that, Eddie. You can't give me hope that you have these feelings for me when you don't.”

“But what if I did.” He says stopping you in your tracks. “What if I did feel the same about you as you did for me?” 

“You don't have to pretend, Eddie. I've been the butt of everyone's joke tonight, and I really don't need you to lie to me on top of it.” You sigh.

“But-”

“-Eddie, please, you're my closest friend, and I really don't think I could handle it if you break my heart, so please spare me.”

You walk off, everything just felt like too much right now. Maybe in the light of the morning you might be able to face the consequences of your words, and find the courage to talk to Eddie, but right now you just need to be alone.

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[roiswit]

Another svsss au around airplane bro again, can y’all guess my fav character?

I keep seeing art and au’s of mamajiu with Shen Yuan as a kid, but like what if he had airplane as a kid? You know how chaotic that would be, a reviled man with a kid who was generally reviled in his last life, with somewhat similar reactions and trauma? So Shen Jiu has a kid, (airplane) when he’s still with Wu Yanzi and they obviously can’t take it with them, Wu Yanzi is of the opinion they should just kill it but Shen Jiu decides against it and leaves him on the doorstep of decently wealthy merchant man. (He refuses to leave his kid to a noble). Anyways everything ends up pretty much the same for Shen Jiu, not having anything to do with his kid and he becomes a peak lord. Airplane ends up with the family name Shang (full name Shang Huan) bc the family that took him in was Shang Qinghua’s brothers. Well randomly the system gives him a mission to join Cang Qiong, so obviously he goes and sees Luo Binghe and is like “oh now I understand.”

Anyways Shen Qinqiu doesn’t notice Shang Huan at first and tells Ning Yingying to go pick a disciple at first she was gonna go to Luo Binghe but gets distracted by the boy who looks like a young softer version of her Shizun with curly hair like the other boy. So she chooses him and Luo Binghe ends up going to Bai Zhan. Well his induction is going as well as it can with a Shen Qingqiu until Shang Huan’s sleeve slides down revealing a birthmark which Shen Qingqiu automatically recognizes. So now he has to cope with a reminder of his past that he wants to forget, but can’t stand to see anyone mistreat because that’s his baby thank you very much. Shang Huan the entire time is just really concerned and confused because he thought he’d go to An Ding because of his uncle, who keeps coming over to check on him clearly suspicious of Shen Qingqiu’s behavior.

This is slowly raising tensions between the two because “how dare you steal my nephew from me?!” And “that’s my baby what are you trying to do with him?!” Paired with Shang Huans general aversion to both of them and clear signs of trauma. Shen Qingqiu starts wondering how things would’ve been if he had raised him. Other peak lords start realizing the difference in treatment and start theorizing it’s his kid born for wedlock that he didn’t claim and judge him for it. Eventually Yue Qingyuan makes his way over there and sees a soft young version of his Xiao Jiu and keeps giving him deferential treatment based on the idea it’s Xiao Jiu’s kid.

All while this is happening Shang Huan keeps sneaking over to Bai Zhan to talk to Luo Binghe and make sure he’s not being mistreated. He was being neglected but that’s just Liu Qingge general, anyway he keeps getting him medicine and treating him and acting super nice to him. Obviously Luo Binghe’s tastes lead to him developing a crush on him, (and now having to fight against Shang Huan’s general popularity due to his pretty face and generally easy going and kind demeanor.) Shen Qingqiu realizes this and hates it because he’s still like “This beast is trying to taint MY baby! How dare he!”

Eventually the without a cure incident happens and Shang Huan ends up poisoned by pure accident (he tripped and got in the way). Shen Qingqiu steps up and keeps treating him allowing them to actually start developing a father son bond. And Luo Binghe starts coming around even more trying to feed and take of Shang Huan, further displeasing Shen Qingqiu when he sees the affections being accepted without clear understanding.

This plus the system still leads to Luo Binghe falling into the abyss and Shang Huan feels pretty upset but starts preparing for after he returns to jump ship. Although it is revealed that they’re father (more like mother) and son and they have to come to a terms and a proper relationship as a consequence.

When Luo Binghe returns things go to absolute hell Shang Huan running from him while trying to protect his father who Luo Binghe wants to kill, Shen Qingqiu not helping a bit because he knows what Luo Binghe wants from his baby. (Btw OG! Moshang get together in the background)

Anyways this is super long and while I could go on I won’t have a great day! I might add more at a later date we’ll see

[uhohbestie]

Please don't take this as hate; I don't mean it as a baseless negative remark against your fic, I mean this genuinely. I recently read TAMN and it personally wasn't for me, but given the popularity I want to know if I'm misinterpreting something or if maybe this just isn't my cup of tea (which, again, for the record is of no grievance to you, that would just be my own issues lol).

I think my biggest gripe with it was Grian as a character. Throughout the whole story, even as he justified his own actions and the narrative explained his reasoning, I hated him. And obviously, this was the point. We were meant to hate him, he's kind of a peice of shit. However, later in the story it kinda felt like there was a narrative push for Grian to be "redeemed" in his own way (namely around the time of the bite and beyond), but it still didn't feel justified to me. Scar had developed a toxic dependance for Grain, which was reasonable, given the circumstances, but Grian made efforts to course correct that, at least to me, paled in comparison to what was done. Still, the narrative forgave him, Scar forgave him, and I'm wondering if it was meant for the reader to forgive him too? The narration repeatedly explains that in any other circumstances, Grian would not have been forgiven. But is he meant to become a character we understand for his flaws? I feel like the resolution was too short for me to fully be able to rationalize that, and the main conflict wasn't resolved until what felt like the final moments. For all the bad stuff that occurred I wasn't sure. Again this isn't meant to put down your art, I'm just legitimately wondering. Thank you for your amazing contribution to so many's lives /gen

Hi! Really glad you sent this ask actually, cuz it gives us the space to talk openly about this! I'm gonna address the start of this generally and then move into TAMN in specific, just for clarity's sake. (And fwiw, not all of this is directed at you Anon, but more-so your ask being used as a jumping point to talk about this topic in general!)

So, putting TAMN (and our own biased feelings as the authors of it LOL) aside: I think that most people who've been in any fandom for a long enough time know that just because something is popular, doesn't mean it's good. And at the same time: just because something is good, doesn't mean it will be popular. What people tend to gloss over, though, is: just because something is popular or good, or maybe even both at once, doesn't mean you have to like it.

You are allowed to dislike or even hate a fanwork Just Because™️. You don't have to have a reason for it! In fact, if in trying to find a reason, you end up hurting people who do harmlessly enjoy it, maybe you're better off leaving well enough alone, you know?

All that to say--Lock and I knew when we started writing TAMN, that it would be an unpalatable/unpleasant topic for a lot of people, and we made our peace with that. It was our first fic ever in this fandom, with a controversial topic (cheating) we wanted to expound on, in a genre (zombie AU) that not everyone likes, so we knew not everyone would find it to their tastes. And that's okay! People are allowed to be disinterested in what we've written, and to dislike it for its contents! (Not that anyone needs our permission in the first place LOL) That's simply a given with any work you put out into the world, difficult topics or not!

So please don't ever feel like you have to read or have to like something just because others do. Not just when it comes to TAMN, but in anything in life! It's better for all of us if we engage in things we enjoy, and ignore/pass over the things we don't without trying to either: 1) "fix" ourselves to make ourselves like it, or 2) "fix" the thing we don't like to suit our tastes better.

Not everything appeals to everyone and that's okay! :D 💜

Now to get into the specifics of TAMN and the things you've discussed--

Grian is a complex character in TAMN, and it does take quite a while to unravel him. That said, Grian didn't start changing after he got bitten. He started changing the moment Scar caught him cheating.

It can be hard to see plainly because the fic is primarily in Scar's POV for Arc 1 (and Scar is admittedly extremely uncharitable towards Grian in that part), but Grian is constantly trying to make things up to Scar. Keeping him safe from zombies, lifting the heavier objects so Scar doesn't have to push himself, going out into danger so Scar won't have to; it may not seem like much, but Grian does start making an effort to course-correct his behaviour the second he truly processes how badly he messed up.

Later on, Scar himself admits that he brushed aside everything Grian tried to do for him at the start of the fic because he was blinded by his hurt and anger. Scar is imperfect. He let his anger take over, so he lashed out at Grian multiple times (setting Ariana on fire; accusing Grian of coercing him even though it was untrue; etc.) when he shouldn't have, and when it was unfair to. He was petty and unkind several times when they were with KSQ and Grian felt insecure. Scar had his own growing to do, his own character arc, and while you could argue that Grian "deserved" the way Scar treated him, it's important to keep in mind that he was already trying to be better, and Scar (and thus, the reader) couldn't see it until the initial anger, betrayal and, yes, hatred, had passed.

Secondly, I wouldn't really say TAMN is a redemption story. TAMN is more-so about exploring how a damaged person can rob themself of any happiness when they get stuck in a spiral. It's about how Grian kept telling himself that he needed to change and Be Better, when Scar had always loved him for who he was, flaws and all. The only thing Grian really needed to do was apologise, something Scar pointed out to him several times. Trying to completely upend who he was, was a stipulation Grian put on himself, because he couldn't fathom why anyone would or could ever love him the way he was.

Finally, while we definitely intended the narrative to take on a neutral stance on whether Grian should be forgiven or not, I can see where it might seem like the narrative insists on Grian being forgiven. (Probably unconscious on our parts as authors, since we do love Grian sooo so much.) That said, Scar in-text does not forgive him by the end of the fic. He pretty explicitly says that, while he wants to forgive Grian, he's not quite there yet. He asks for time, because while he loves Grian and doesn't want to be without him, forgiveness isn't linear and he can't promise to Be Okay again all at once.

The progression of TAMN isn't "Grian cheats, becomes better through the clarity of death, and Scar forgives him," it's "Grian cheats, learns that his flaws and vulnerabilities don't have to define him, and he and Scar agree to work on their relationship together." TAMN ends with hope--that Grian and Scar have discovered that (for better or worse, depending on who you ask) they'd rather be together, and even if they're not 100% okay right now, maybe, with some teamwork and effort and elbow grease, they could be in the future. We like to think that makes it hopeful, without being too reductively "and they lived happily ever after." :")

As for whether the reader is meant to forgive Grian or not--that's entirely up to the reader. Everyone has different levels of what they can or cannot forgive, and just because one person might forgive someone, doesn't mean everyone can or even should. You can love or hate Grian for what he did, the narrative is just there to tell you that he made an effort. He broke down and let himself be vulnerable, and came out better for it, albeit a little worse for wear. While some might need to see him work at it more and really earn forgiveness, others would be fine with this, or even less. Stories are inherently up for subjective opinion and interpretation.

As far as TAMN is concerned, though, the place that Grian arrived at was enough for Scar, and that's why TAMN ends where it does. Their journey is not over, and it's something we want to continue writing about and exploring, but narratively we had to find an end-point for TAMN, otherwise we'd still be writing it to this day!

Anyhow, I could ramble about TAMN!Grian forever and this has already gotten long enough. I hope this explains some of our thoughts as the authors, but please understand that by no means is this us trying to coax you into coming around on our fic. By the sounds of it, it just might not be for you and that's totally cool! We have plenty of other fics you might like where the characterization is more Hermitcraft and less The-Darkest-Take-of-Life-Series-Imaginable LMAO, and we're so lucky that this fandom is full of incredible fanfics to read.

At the end of the day, TAMN is a fic Lock and I wrote self-indulgently for one another, and we completely get that a fic that we planned out with just OUR tastes in mind might be seriously out of the scope of being considered enjoyable for other people. We're always surprised and so grateful that it's gotten the reception it has, especially because we know what a difficult read it is.

Thank you for reading our fic even though it wasn't your thing, and thank you especially for sending such a polite, non-judgmental ask about it. :") 💜

[rossberry]

Well, yes! I guess if your family dynamic doesn't allow for this sort of intimacy, you may not be aware of just how popular your brother is. Last I heard, he's one of the highest rated and followed content explicit content-creators in the country. It's very impressive - as is quite literally everything else about him.

Oh, yes. One thousand percent, yes - Sir. Starting with me, of course. I'm sure you'll have a harem of pretty girls and boys begging for an hour with you, so I'd love it if you gave me the chance first. I promise to make it worth your while, too.

That's so sweet, Sir! I should have known you'd be as generous and adorable as you are sexy. You are an Evans, through and through, it would seem. Though, for the record...if you wanted to include another load to either preface or follow breakfast, I wouldn't protest. A little girl like me needs her protein, you know? ;)

I'll certainly do my best. I want to sit in your lap and just shower that body with kisses...really lick and mouth at every muscle, every centimeter of skin, then move up to your neck, your jaw and...maybe even make-out while you work over my pussy.

He's a celebrity, huh? God. Can't imagine saying that to my younger self five years ago. You're asking if we...Oh. I don't know if my siblings have...done that since I've been gone but I've never...you know, with them. So we haven't kissed. But good to know it's got a good rating. Sam would actually be proud of that.

...So I should take advantage of pretty boys like you throwing themselves at me?

Yeah. Well I'm a "fuck you hard and feed you breakfast" sort of dude. You know, breakfast that isn't just another load of come. So an overnight thing would be better-

Heh.

Don't worry. Pretty sure a pretty thing like you would have hard as hell and ready to go for the hours required to make it all worth it.