#Badminton T-shirts

[gubbacciindia]

Badminton Printed T-Shirts For You | Gubbacci

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[badmintonstorefan]

Don’t Break a Sweat: A Quick Guide to Buying Badminton Apparel

Badminton is often underestimated as a docile sport. However, it is one of the most highly demanding and intense sports today. You may not have to tackle down your opponents or run a marathon, but the game of shuttlecock is as challenging.

An average badminton player travels approximately 3.7 miles in an hour's play. They may burn almost 544 calories during the same time. Badminton is a full-body workout, and your win on the badminton court depends on 4s: stamina, speed, strength, and sweat management.

You can build the first three factors over time through training and practice. However, you can ensure that you sweat less, and badminton apparel and accessories can help you achieve your goal and offer several more benefits.

Why wear Badminton Apparel while playing the Game?

Badminton is about fast-paced rallies and quick reflexes to win you points. You can lose the match if your garment is uncomfortable and does not support your movement. You also need badminton apparel to comply with regulatory guidelines to prevent disqualification and penalties.

1. Sweat Less to Enhance Performance

In the same way, your loungewear is dedicated to helping you relax; designers create badminton clothing with performance and better sweat management on their minds. You will find that sports garments will include moisture-wicking technology to keep you dry and cool. It also ensures that you do not get weighed down which may happen if you choose any other t-shirt for playing badminton.

2. The Need for a Complete Range of Motion

Badminton is a sport that focuses on agility, and you should be able to move freely without feeling restricted by your clothing. Athletic clothes address your need for flexibility and range of motion. Imagine playing fast rallies in your jeans. Moving from front to backcourt quickly and getting under the shuttlecock in time would be very difficult.

3. Compression for Faster Recovery

In addition to sports shorts, there are many other types of compression clothing like compression calf sleeves, elastic ankle wraps, and waist support bands that will apply gentle pressure to the muscle in question, enhance blood circulation, and reduce muscle fatigue. Compression clothing and equipment are also helpful when you have an injury and need to prevent muscle overload.

4. Protection from Chafing and other Issues

Badminton-specific clothing will absorb sweat quickly and, thus, minimize friction and chafing, which can be especially important during long rallies. Seamless designs and moisture-wicking technology can help prevent skin irritation and discomfort, especially when performing repetitive motions. Many modern manufacturers also use UV-protection fabric to intercept UV rays and promise better protection to players, especially when you decide to play badminton outdoors.

Badminton Clothing and Accessories for Better Sweat Management

If you are starting to play badminton regularly, here are a few things to help you manage sweat and ensure your optimum performance

1. Sports T-Shirts, Polos, and Jackets

When selecting sportswear for playing badminton, it is crucial to list your requirements. Do you play in warmer climates? Do you play outdoor badminton? Will you require additional layers for warming up or traveling to the venue?

Once you have your needs listed clearly, you can make choices easily. For example, if you are playing outdoors, you need UV-protective badminton t-shirts. Similarly, you may need a full-sleeve jacket to add extra layers in colder temperatures. You may require a few polo jerseys to ensure compliance with club rules.

Remember to look for synthetic fabric instead of natural fibers such as cotton and silk. Polyester will not get heavy post-sweating and help you avoid skin irritation and chafing problems.

2. Tournament-Style Shorts and Warm-up Pants

Badminton players prefer tournament-style shorts and skorts lined with inner short while playing matches because it allows them better flexibility and improved range of motion than full-length pants.

You may feel track pants will cause unnecessary sweating and make you uncomfortable. However, you will need warm-up pants to travel to and from the badminton court, especially if you live in a colder region. And they are a good choice for practice or warm-up as well.

Similar to t-shirts, it is wise to stock up on polyester shorts with moisture-wicking technology. Instead of buying generic clothing, choose top-quality badminton shorts from the best brands like Yonex and Victor for a better fit. Well-known and experienced manufacturers have researched for several years on compatible fits, plus they work closely with several badminton professionals to understand what features are needed in badminton clothing.

3. Socks and Shoes

If you wear casual sneakers for playing badminton, you make yourself more susceptible to foot injuries and blisters. So, buy non-marking badminton shoes that allow better lateral, forward, and backward movement on the court.

Many badminton footwear brands are available today. So, the decision can get confusing. Do not make your decision only based on color and style. Look for well-ventilated and comfortable shoes that do not hold onto moisture. After every use, air-dry them before storing to avoid a musty smell and mold build-up. Also, use sports socks that absorb moisture, provide robust ventilation, and deliver optimal coverage.

4. Sweat Headbands, Wrist Bands, Towel Grips, and Towels

In addition to quick-drying t-shirts and shorts, you can benefit from using sports headbands. They are usually made with a combination of cotton, nylon, and polyester to offer comfort and faster drying. People who live in humid and hot regions such as Mississippi, Alabama, Texas, Florida, and Georgia can use wristbands and wrap their rackets with towel grips to keep a firm hold on it. Having a sports towel handy is also a great way to combat sweat and humidity.

In conclusion, badminton apparel is more than a fashion choice; it has the functional purpose of keeping you sweat-free, dry, clean, and agile on the badminton court. And, by avoiding excessive sweating, you can hold on to your racket better and play a better game without getting blisters.

[amacsport-blog]

RƯỚC ĐÈN TRUNG THU CÙNG BST "THE MOON"

Bộ sưu tập “The Moon” của Amac Sport gồm nhiều thiết kế đẹp mắt, phù hợp cho cả nam và nữ, với ba màu sắc chủ đạo: trắng, xanh navy và xanh da trời. Mỗi sản phẩm đều mang đến cảm giác thoải mái, dễ chịu cho người mặc, giúp bạn tỏa sáng trên sân cầu lông.

The Moon 1 – Trắng + Xanh YA: 

Lấy cảm hứng từ ánh trăng sáng trên bầu trời đêm, mẫu áo cầu lông này nổi bật với hình ảnh mặt trăng cách điệu trên nền áo, mang đến sự nhẹ nhàng và thanh thoát cho người mặc. Thiết kế đơn giản nhưng không kém phần nổi bật, đây là lựa chọn hoàn hảo cho những ai yêu thích phong cách thanh lịch, tinh tế.

[svtswhorehouse]

DATING SEUNGKWAN INCLUDES…. — sfw

• he’s definitely the type of person to call you pookie.

• he uses the term “gyat” whenever he sees your butt. not in a sexual way, someone pls take away tiktok from him.

• his go to nickname for you is DEFINITELY boo — he thinks he’s soooo creative for this.

• he is constantly thinking of you. whenever he's buying groceries he always asks if you need something, before he makes plans with someone else he makes sure you don't want to hang out, or he thinks carefully about what he says to you incase he hurts your feelings with his jokes.

• he treats you like his personal diary. seungkwan was used to writing in his journal every night before you two started dating. you are the one person he truly feels "seen" with.

• y'all once had a phase in your relationship in which he would wake you up at the crack of dawn to exercise with him.

• one day you decided to drag him to a pilates class. he complained the entire way there, but ended up loving it. now it's HIM that drags you to the class.

• he makes sure you take your vitamins ! he's definitely the type to prioritize your health more than you do.

• if y'all aren't together for the day and you tell him you haven't eaten, there's definitely gonna be a food delivery at your door within the next hour or so.

• he's the type to get SLIGHTLY jealous, but after some reassuring he would let it go quickly.

• i'm ngl, he's not against being the big spoon, but he probably prefers little spoon tbh.

• he makes sure you know all the iconic korean songs word for word from back in the day. if you can't sing every single girl’s generation song start to finish with him, you're gonna get side eyed.

• whenever you two are separated because of touring or work, y'all are definitely the type of couple to FaceTime 24/7 and have meals together. you two also fall asleep while on the call.

• he was SO SO nervous when meeting your parents for the first time he thought he was going to pass out.

• he is NOT a morning person. he gets so sassy, sometimes you have to give him that mom look.

• seungkwan constantly praises you and makes sure you never doubt yourself.

• before you two started dating, it was actually really easy to make him flustered. he blushed with everything you did and every word you said. the rest of seventeen ended up having to play matchmaker because he was too shy to make a move.

• karaoke dates are a MUST !!!!

• y’all are the type of couple to go to disney with matching shirts and mickey mouse ears.

• he would try and teach you badminton, but gets frustrated and ends up just having you be his cute lil cheerleader on the sidelines.

• y’all typically always meet at a cafe to have a coffee or grab a bite on your lunch breaks.

• he has made it a tradition to sing you a ballad on your birthday. you look forward to it every year.

• he forces you to do face masks with him or indulge in self care nights. you don’t care though cause who can say no to a bubble bath with him.

• he would definitely pass the orange peel theory.

• you have a folder in your camera roll specifically dedicated to photos of him that would make good memes.

• you’re really close to both of his sisters and tend to go out on cute girls nights with them. sometimes seungkwan tries to worm his way along to make sure y’all aren’t talking shit about him lol.

• y’all have promise rings !!!

• he actually has your proposal planned down to the t. i’m talking ring, place, and moment.

• he’s such an active person that loves to do a bunch of activities, but it’s nice because it gets you out of the house.

• seungkwan is a person who constantly has to be doing something otherwise he feels unproductive so having you around definitely brings him down to earth. you’re the only person able to get him to relax.

• he always has a bunch of snacks on him so if you ever get hungry, don’t worry. you know who to ask.

• at the end of the day when y’all are cuddled up in bed together, you two typically watch dramas to fall asleep. it’s kind of difficult though because kwannie gets so into it and sometimes yells at the t.v :/

[sahnejungsliebhaber]

„Du hast doch früher auch mal Tennis gespielt? Wir suchen noch Leute für unseren Badmintonclub. Du wirst sehen Badminton ist viel schneller, spannender und spaßiger. Es wird dir gefallen “ Mein Kumpel zog sein T-Shirt hoch: „Ich habe in den letzten Monaten sieben Kilo zugenommen und mir einen kleinen Wanst angefuttert.“ Ich hatte zuvor noch gar nicht bemerkt, dass er etwas Bauch bekommen hatte. „Na dann ist Badminton doch das Beste für dich. Glaub mir drei, vier Wochen Training und die Plauze ist Geschichte.“ „Ich würde sie aber gerne behalten.“ „Bitte???“ „Ja ich steh nicht nur auf pummelige Mädels, sondern habe festgestellt, dass es mir selbst sehr gut steht.“

“You used to play tennis, didn't you? We're still looking for people to join our badminton club. You'll see that badminton is much faster, more exciting and more fun. You'll love it.” My buddy pulled up his T-shirt: ”I've put on seven kilos in the last few months and I've gained a little belly.” I hadn't even noticed that he had gained a bit of belly before. “Well then, badminton is the best thing for you. Trust me, three or four weeks of training and the belly will be history.” “But I'd like to keep it.” “Please???” “Yes, I don't just like chubby girls, I've realized that it suits me very well myself.”

[mimaniniyum]

Tasty (S) (A)

Cw:basketball player!winwin x bádminton player!reader,oral sex,slightly rough sex mainly soft,lots of I love u’s,Small argument,makeup sex,lovey-dovey shit,back scratching,kick back era sicheng 😵‍💫

Based off this from twt/X :link (NSFW)

A/N: yum yum (im abt to write an nct 127 angst fic after this)

WC: 800-ish

The start to your day was already shit but if badminton practice wasn’t worse you wouldn’t know what was your coach yelled at you for being a minute late and also missing multiple times as you got back home you dropped your practice bag and flopped down on the couch in your shared apartment with your boyfriend Sicheng, he currently wasn’t home since he had basketball practice until 7 so you texted him and dropped your phone down on the couch.As you now just lay there you being to tear up trying to cry but that was a futile attempt as you started to heave tears fall down your face but you quickly wiped your tears hearing the door unlock you see sicheng enter clearly distraught and angry as you bid your hellos to him he ignores you and walks off to the room slamming the door and locking it.You get up and walk to the room door to ask if hes okay as you do all you hear him say from the other side is a annoyed “go away” as you walk back to the living room you sit there sad knowing your one source of comfort is upset but you surpass this and grab the remote to turn on the tv you flip through numerous channels as sicheng exits the room with new clothes dawning a white T-shirt and basketball shorts he glances at you still pretty upset and looks back at the tv ypu turn to him and say hi again but he continues to ignore you and all you say is “Why are you ignoring me?” And that only seemed to make him more angry he looked to you absolutely livid only saying “Just shut the fuck up” as you paused you say “I just asked why you upset I wasn’t trying to make you mad” sounding sadder then ever “Well you did,great now im in an even worse mood” he says with such annoyance and distain in his voice you look away from him and down at the floor you feel yourself tear up again trying to hide your tears from him in hopes that he wont get more upset you curl up on the couch.you glance over at him again now he looks somewhat more calm but as if he feels bad for what he said to you.you wipe your tears but they still fall as you sniffle letting out a small sob,He looks at you turning his neck fast and he quickly cups you cheek in his hand looking at you sorrily “No baby im sorry I didn’t mean to get mad at you like that” no completely sobbing and covering your eyes in your palms wiping off your eyes you look back at him eyes slightly red as you shakily say “no its my fault I shouldn’t have pressed you like that” as he quiets you he softly smiles asking about why your sad and you explain everything to him he kisses your cheek and holds you telling you its okay and he ask if there is anything he can do to make up to you and you hesitantly say you want him as he quickly understands what you mean he lifts you up from the couch and carries you to the room he plops you on the bed and starts to kiss you asks if its okay.

to remove your skort and you nod as you remove your shirt leave you only in your underwear and bra as get up to remove those two articles of clothing he begins to remove his cloths as both of you are now naked he lifts up for legs and holds them back as he faces your cunt he licks your clit you whine in pleasure he continues to eat you out for a couple of minutes you start to moan in upmost pleasure you begin to spew out praise “Fuck chengie im gonna cum” as he lifts his face from your cunt you whine at the loss of stimulation sicheng get up from his position on the bed and drags to the end of the bed as he places your legs around his waist,you wrap your arms around his neck he lifts you up from the bed and inserts his cock into your cunt as he bounces you on his cock hard and fast until you tell him to slow down a little.

and he listens to you as he thrusts into you lovingly you began to scratch his back with your nails due to the pleasure it makes you feel warm inside as you start to random say “I love you” in between moans as he continued to thrust up into your for a few minutes all he could say was “I love you” “your made for me” “your the best thing that could happen to me” “ your my love” “I love you babe” as you moaned in pleasure

As his thrust became sloppy,he cums inside of you filling you up with his cum

As you thank him for pleasing you he replies with “Anything for you baby”

As both of you came at the same sichengs thrust became sloppy as he came to a stop. You both breathe heavily as you drop down to the bed with sichengs cock still inside of you he leaned down to kiss you again.

[wonucheers]

The heart i left behind | Nishimura Riki

pairing: ni-ki / nishimura riki x reader

Synopsis: in high school, a girl develops a crush on a boy during their first sports club meeting. after facing rejection from another crush, she decides to start fresh and begins texting the boy anonymously. their friendship grows through late-night conversations and friendly waves in the hall. as they get to know each other, unexpected challenges arise, testing their connection and making things complicated. the girl navigates the ups and downs of their relationship, discovering her own feelings along the way.

wordcount: 1, 068

warnings: cliche, soft, bittersweet, non-suggestive, slowburn, base on true story

genre: romance drama, coming of age

©️wonucheers

part 1

I'm standing there, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. I pulls at my friend sleeve, saying, “Hey, don’t leave me alone!”

“I can’t,” she reply, glancing toward the group. “The senior told us to gather already.”

“But I can’t do this…” i whispers, anxiety evident in her voice.

“No, you can. You’ll be fine,” she assure me, trying to keep my own nerves in check.

It was the first sports club meeting of the year. While she headed off to the athletic club, I was set on badminton. As I gather my things, the senior’s voice calls out, “Badminton club members, please return to the line. We will start our activities.”

I rush to the line, only to find someone sitting on the spot where I left my bag. “Um, sorry, I didn’t know this was your bag,” he says, looking a bit sheepish.

I’m taken aback. I’ve never met anyone quite like him. He wears a simple baby blue t-shirt and black tracksuit, yet his sharp features and lean frame stand out. His cheekbones catch the light as he turns to look at me, and I can’t help but notice his dark curls framing his deep-set, intense eyes. I nod, trying to play it cool, and move to another spot in the line.

Once the activities begin, the senior announces that those who can play should form doubles teams. My heart sinks because I’m not very good and decide to sit on the bleachers. But soon, he steps onto the court, and I can’t tear my eyes away.

The court buzzes with energy as players dash back and forth. He’s a tall figure dominating the net, smashes echoing like thunder. His partner, smaller yet agile, darts around the court with incredible speed. Their movements are fluid, a dance of strategy and skill. The crowd roars with every point, completely caught up in the excitement.

I’m so entranced by him that I lean over to the girl sitting next to me. “Do you know that guy’s name? The one in the blue shirt?”

“Oh, if I’m not mistaken, his name is Ni-ki. He’s a senior at my primary school.”

Ni-ki. The name sends a jolt through me, and I can’t shake off the impression he’s made.

Just when I think I’m lost in thoughts of Ni-ki, my actual crush, Sunghoon, appears. He’s also part of the badminton club, and just seeing him makes my heart flutter. We’ve been texting for a while, but we’ve never really talked face-to-face. It’s complicated, but I can’t help but feel a sense of belonging whenever I see him.

Today, I decide to take a leap of faith and text Sunghoon about my feelings. My heart pounds as I type, “Sunghoon, I wanted to tell you something… I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, and I realized I have a crush on you.”

The three dots appear and disappear on the screen, and I can hardly breathe with anticipation. Finally, he replies, “Hi, thanks for telling me. I appreciate your honesty.”

My stomach drops. “So… what does that mean?” I type, my fingers trembling.

“I’m flattered, but I don’t feel the same way. I see you as a friend.”

The words hit me hard, and I manage to reply, “Okay, I understand.” He apologizes for hurting my feelings, and I try to assure him it’s fine. But inside, I’m crushed.

As soon as I close the chat, tears stream down my face. I can’t help but replay the conversation in my mind, his smile, the way he laughs—it all stings so much. Weeks pass, and though I try to move on, the ache in my chest remains, a constant reminder of vulnerability and heartache.

Moving on feels like trudging through a thick fog; each step is uncertain, and the path ahead looks blurry. Even the songs on the radio seem to haunt me with memories of him.

One day, my friend and I are heading to the canteen when I pass by Ni-ki again. The memory of him on the court floods back, and I can’t help but mention how attractive I think he is. “Why don’t you try him?” my friend suggests. “Maybe he could be a replacement for Sunghoon. Who knows? It might go well.”

Her words linger in my mind as I walk home.

On a random friday night, I make a bold decision. I text Ni-ki, but this time I’ll keep it a secret. My fingers hover over the keyboard, a rush of nervous energy surging through me. This is my chance to reach out, to finally connect with the boy I’ve admired from afar.

“Hey,” I type, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. “I know this is random, but I’ve been thinking about you lately. I’m your secret admirer.”

After hitting send, a wave of regret crashes over me. What if he thinks I’m weird? The three dots appear, disappear, then reappear. My heart races.

“Huh?” he replies, sounding surprised. “What is this?”

“It’s a long story,” I respond, my smile returning. “But I wanted you to know that i have some uncertain feelings for you..”

“Wow,” he says. “It’s my first time experiencing this…”

I can’t resist teasing him. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” he admits. “But I’m definitely curious.”

“Well, now you know,” I reply. “But I’m still going to be your secret admirer. It’s more fun that way.”

“More fun?” he echoes, amusement evident in his tone. “Okay, I’m in. But how are we going to do this? Telegram or WhatsApp?”

“Telegram for now,” I suggest. “It’s easier to keep things anonymous. But maybe… we can switch to WhatsApp later.”

My heart skips a beat. Is it too soon to hope? The thought of him knowing it’s me, of him seeing my face, feels exhilarating.

We end up texting each other late into the night, sharing jokes and dreams. As I finally type, “Goodnight, sweet dreams,” I can’t help but feel a spark of hope igniting in my chest. Maybe this secret admirer thing could lead to something wonderful after all.

tbc.

[ramayantika]

Pag Ghungroo Baje

couldn't find any suitable title :) this title is subject to change later on.

Writing this while revising for Human Anatomy & Physio. My mind is saturated so pardon me for lazy writing and errors if any.

CH-1

I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.

I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.

My kurti darkened as sweat stuck to my body, and the cool night breeze made me shiver slightly. I could still feel my damp hair sticking to my neck, and I cringed at the stickiness of my sweat-dried cheeks.

I definitely made a great appearance.

As I neared the society park, my heart raced. My eyes raked all over the park to spot the familiar boy. I could see a group of boys, all teenagers, standing beside the slides with badminton rackets. Some middle school kids and their parents were playing pakdam pakdai as their parents chatted with each other. Two girls were swinging on the U-shaped swings. There was no trace of a boy looking out for me.

Fetching my phone from my dance bag, I switched it on to check the time. It was already 7.05 PM, and I had to be home by 7.45 to freshen up and start studying. I had already informed my mother that I would take a walk after dance class inside the campus and then come home.

I began fanning myself with my dupatta and decided to wait for ten more minutes. If no one would show up, I would immediately head home and resume my studies. Scrolling through my news feed, I found an article headline about the stock market, which I ignored. Even the news feed grew tired of me scrolling, and my dry eyes began stinging a little.

I placed my phone back into the bag and looked up at the night sky. A few stars twinkled up there, and with them flew large, floating grey clouds that looked like mists. I traced the stars with my eyes, trying to find a pattern in their alignment, when I felt someone tap my shoulder.

“You are the dancer, right?”

I snapped my neck too fast at the person behind me, causing me to wince a little at the sharp pain. Rubbing the skin gently, I nodded at the boy and said, “Yes, I am the dancer, and you are?”

“The biker.” The boy said it with a straight face that made me raise my eyebrows.

“Your name –  Mr. Biker? You said you would tell me today if I met you here in the park.”

Moving a hand through his hair, he replied with a charming smile, “Oh yes, I am Veer. D wing 302.”

Taking a step back, I said, “Woah! I didn’t ask for your address.”

Veer shrugged his shoulders. “I mentioned it because who knows when you might need it? The universe works in very mysterious ways after all, Sameera.”

I bit back a smile. Sameera's lips sounded beautiful, and, may I add, sensual? His deep, gravelly voice sounded poetic, or maybe like that of a romantic poet. His voice repeating my name echoed in my head, and I fought hard to stop a blush from forming on my warm cheeks.

'Sameera, you are pathetic,’ I said to myself in my head.

Veer, who was standing in front of me, was two heads taller than me. Dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt paired with sneakers, looked straight from a young adult romantic movie by Dharma Productions.

I cannot lie. Veer did look handsome.

On the other hand, I had nothing nice to enhance my appearance. If I were given a little more time, I would have freshened up before meeting him. Maybe fate wanted him to see me in a sleek, sweaty braid, drenched garments, and a mismatched dupatta lazily draped around my neck and shoulders.

“Which block is yours, though?” I heard Veer ask, causing me to drift away from all the handsomeness in front of me.

“Mine?” I scratched my chin. “Yes, it is block A-102.”

Veer’s eyes raked all over me, but it wasn’t a creepy gaze, but rather a very curious one. “You waited for me straight after your dance class?”

I blinked my eyes. Clearly, I hadn’t expected this question. “Uh.. yes. I have to anyway get home by 7.45, so I decided I would wait for you to show up. And if you wouldn’t have, then I would have gone home, and from the next moment onwards, I forgot I met a boy outside my window who caught me dancing.”

Veer opened his phone. “It’s 7.20, and you still have twenty-five minutes. Do you want to spend those minutes with me or spend them gazing at the night sky?”

My eyes widened with surprise. “Were you watching me?”

Veer scratched the back of his neck and gently nodded his head. “Yes, but you were looking cute, so I couldn't." Veer paused and looked at me, his eyes mirroring the same expression as mine. With an embarrassed smile, he said, "Sorry, this might make me sound very forward, but the truth remains the truth after all.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at Veer, whose confident demeanour had flown out of his system. “And now you look really cute this way.”

The boy simply smiled and looked at the ground. His pinkish lips curled beautifully as he smiled, and my smile grew even bigger after watching him smile.

Who knew boys can be so adorable too?

“By the way, what do you dance?”

I sit down on the bench while answering. “I do Bharatanatyam.”

Veer’s eyes lit up. “I have a friend who dances classical too. She does Kathak though.” Glancing at the empty space beside me, he asked, “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”

He sat down beside me but maintained a healthy gap between us. “Yeah, but I also didn’t want to accidentally invade your space.”

My face softened. There are considerate people still in this time and generation.

“So, what are you studying?” I asked while removing the dupatta from my neck.

“Engineering. Computer science. You?”

“Biotechnology.”

“Wow. Science and dance go together. That’s really impressive, Sameera.”

There, once again, I felt myself melt. I wanted to savour the sound of my name from his ips, and all of this sounds so weird, but I couldn’t help it. My brain and my nervous system were sending weird signals to each other.

“What hobbies do you have, Veer?”

Veer turned his face towards me. I observed his curly eyelashes fall so gracefully each time he blinks. “Nothing much. I like to read and maybe go sightseeing nearby when I feel like it.”

“That’s nice.”

We stayed quiet. Veer fiddled with his thumbs, and sometimes he would sneak glances at me, which I would ignore while smiling to myself. After a few minutes, I could hear the sound of buzzing crickets and croaking frogs. Veer looked at me, his eyes sparkling under the white street lamp above us, and said, “I moved here a week ago. I like this society. It’s spacious, and there’s a lot of greenery around.”

Moving my eyes around the flower bushes and trees lining the sides of the roads, I nodded in agreement. “That’s true. The nights are really peaceful here.”

He smiled. It was a soft acknowledging smile, which made me smile too. We then turned our faces away from each other and moved our gaze to the front, silently embracing the comfortable quiet surrounding us until my phone rang up.

“Niche hai na upar aate vakt curry patta todke lana toh,” my mother said on the phone before abruptly disconnecting the call. I could hear the loud sound of the grinder, which meant my mother had begun preparing for dinner.

Veer, with a knowing grin, remarked, “Curry patta toh mujhe bhi lana hai. Let’s go together then.”

I pursed my lips and replied, “Do you really want curry patta, or is it just another excuse to spend time with me?”

Shrugging his shoulder, Veer ruffled his fluffy, wavy hair and, with a boyish grin, said, “Oh, I am here only to make friends. It’s my good luck that a pretty girl like you is the first friend I get to make.”

I got up from the bench and straightened my kurti. “Woah! Friends already?”

My mind fixated on the pretty girl comment, but of course I acted nonchalant about it.

“I am not into that acquaintance, then friends bullshit. Do log mile baat kiye hasi mazak hua aur dost banne.”

Shaking my head at Veer, I walked outside the park with Veer following me. “Chalo phir dost. Let’s get curry patta.”

***

[Veer’s POV]

That night I saw Sameera dancing through her window. I couldn’t hear the song, but I could see her movements, her hand gestures and her lovely, bright smile. She was acting as a shy girl in love to whatever song she was playing in her room, but she looked really cute and I couldn’t help but watch her dance with a smile on my face though my rational mind deems it to be a very creepy action.

I watched Sameera lead me towards the small group of trees behind the junction between A and B block from where I could get curry patta. To be honest, my mother too had asked me to get a few curry leaves for dinner and I was about to ask the security guard for it but luck favoured me and I got Sameera.

Sameera, through the window looked adorable and her dance was good too, but in front of me, she looked ten times prettier. Sweat on women does make them appear hotter, though. I could see the light making her collarbones shine and my eyes carefully observed a lone sweat droplet move down her neck as graceful as Sameera’s hand gestures.

Later, when she wrapped the dupatta around her neck and shoulders, she looked even more cute.

Sameera switched on the flashlight on her phone and moved her neck diagonally upwards. Her eyes looked me through the corners and she said, “Just make sure that nobody catches you plucking these, okay?”

She plucked two branches, one for me and one for herself. Handing the curry leaves to me, she said, “Yeh lo dosti ka pehla gift. Curry patta.”

Thanking her, I took my curry patta from her and stepped back to move out from the dense shrubs around us that were brimming with buzzing mosquitoes. Sameera’s flashlight lit my way ahead because the dry twigs could easily make a person trip and fall down if not careful enough.

A few leaves crunched beneath my feet, and as I had barely walked four steps ahead when heard Sameera gasp. Immediately, I turned around only to find her laughing in embarrassment while twirling the dupatta around her arm.

“My dupatta made me trip a little.”

In concern, I asked her. “You sure? No cuts, right?”

She waved her arm, causing the dupatta to fly right in front of my face. “Oh, not at all. I didn’t fall down. It was only a misstep.”

Sameera looked fine enough, so I didn’t question any further. I lit my flashlight too and walked outside the clustered trees and shrubs with Sameera carefully marking her steps in the dark.

Taking a turn, we both now stood in the parking lot of A block. Sameera walked near the lift and said, “It was nice meeting you Veer.” She pressed the lift button and turned to me. “Hope to see you around.”

I loved her voice, especially when she took my name. Her sweet gentle voice made my name sound sweeter, and it made me feel warm in my chest. Giving her a two-finger salute, I replied, “Oh, you will definitely see me around. Until next time.”

She waved at me and stepped inside the lift. I watched her until the lift doors closed in front of me. I began walking back home while whistling all the way, my mind still thinking about the adorable Sameera, her voice and her illuminating smile.

--xx--

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[twicesserafim]

desperatly need a campus crush nwjns gip!minji! AKCKCKCKCKCK

G!p Minji

Smut heavy‼️

Not proofread

Third Person Pov:

Minji was a year above you, you've seen each other around, on campus, in the hallways, in between classes. You've ran into each other a few times. Haerin and Danielle were luckily your friends.

Well, not really close friends. But you knew each other, they were in your music class. "Minji's really been liking these shoes but she can't find any in her size" "what shoes?" you asked confused as the pointed to yours.

"what's her size?" "230 (6.5)" "oh, we're the same size" "really?" "yeah" "where'd you get yours?" "online, on this app. I don't think theres anymore though" "aw, that's unfortunate. what're they called again?"

"jordan 4 retro sail i think?" "oh? is it new?" "yeah, came out, end of september 2023." "ooh, so they're like, really new." "yeahh, i can help her find it, maybe i can" "thanks, y/n." "i got you"

"oh also! what to you think of minjiii" "what do you mean?" "is she cute? pretty? what do you think of her?" "uh, i mean yeah. She's pretty and she's cute too, she's attractive." "really? you think that?" "yeah"

"would you say you like her?" "im not sure." That's a lie. you find her so attractive that you want to bash your head on a wall. You have the biggest crush on her. "hm.. that's interesting.. would you be down to go to lunch with us?"

"uh, sure. i don't think i made plans today" "okay, bells gonna ring in a few, pack your bags." "i never take anything out of my bags" "true that"

...

Hanni, danielle, haerin and hyein all pushed you and minji in the middle, making the two of you stand beside each other. "is it too crowded, we can walk behind them?" "sure" you agreed as the two of you backed up, the four of them walking in the front as the two of you walked in the back.

"how was class, y/n?" "it was fine, kinda boring. I was sleepy" "i always sleep in my classes.. nice shoes." "thanks" you muttered, looking down. Hoping you could find something for her too.

"so uh.. the stores over there, just a few more minutes" "yeah, i know, it's all good" you replied, turning to face her. You were about the same height. You were maybe an inch shorter? Similar height though.

The others ordered, you passed some money to hanni, she smiled and went to the counter. "y/n what do you want?" "anything, it doesn't matter." "okay"

You and Minji just sat there, the two of you sitting beside each other. "so.." "how's badminton?" Right. You're on the badminton team. "it's okay, it's like really hard at times." "really?" "i'm good at saving, i'm not great at spiking though"

"oh, that's important" "it is.. it's hot" you whined, you took the hoodie off as minji's breath hitched; Both at your whine and you taking your hoodie off. She gulped, taking a breath in. You were in a compression shirt so it showed off your body pretty well.

The cargo pants honestly showed off your lower body pretty well too, the thought made her nervous as she got fidgety and slightly sweaty. She doesn't usually think of these things, why was this happening?

Your hand brushed on her thigh before you placed a hand on her back. "are you okay?" "um.. yeah i'm.. ahem, i'm okay." "are you sure?"

...

Minji Pov:

Fuck. I'm hard. I'm fucking hard. That's so pathetic, fuck! why am i hard! im just gonna have to walk around school with a boner?! Fuck my life, oh my god. It's gonna fucking stick up! I'm literally going to end it all.

Bro why did i get hard?! Fuck my life. Fuck everything. Y/n's right beside me too. I have the biggest crush on her. She's so perfect. Fuck! stop thinking about her! i'm actually gonna burst through my boxers. This is so scary.

"minji?" The way she says my name. Imagine if she was screaming it though.. oh my god. "yes?" "are you sure you're okay? you've been staring at the table for a few minutes? the food is here, eat, okay?" "yeah.."

I cant focus. Im going to the washroom. "i gotta go to the washroom, i'll be back." I need to finish my business quickly.

...

Third Person Pov:

You saw it. You noticed it a while ago, a few minutes after Minji had left for the washroom, you spoke up. "i'll go check up on her" "go ahead" the washroom door could lock. You knew that.

As soon as you came in, you locked the door, "minji" you muttered, "huh? what's wrong?" "let me help" "what do you mean?" "don't act all clueless. do you want me to help or not?" "we need to be quick" "i know that. now open the stall up."

She did as your eyes widened at her size, her hand was still wrapped around it. "are you close yet?" "no. for some reason i can't seem to get the job done" "well i hope i can.. the floors dirty" you whined as minji rolled her eyes with a smile.

She threw her jacket on the floor and you closed the stall, kneeling down in front of her. Kissing the tip and pulling it out of her hand, into yours. "oh my god." she whined as you put the tip into your mouth. "i haven't even done anything yet"

"come on then." you took more of her in, minji groaned as she let out a shaky breath, taking her clean hand and gripping onto your hair as you started going at it, you bobbed your head up and down, gagging on her and just taking more and more of her in.

"fucking shit y/n.." she sighed, whining a bit. she pushed your head closer as her balls touched your chin, you hummed, sucking on her, drooling a bit and gagging. "too big, darling?" you nodded as she chuckled.

Fuck was that hot. Minji thrusted into your mouth a few times making you gag. "are you ready for it?" you nodded. "come on, baby. tell me. you want my cum down your throat?" "yes.. please" "as you wish, sweetheart."

She groaned, gripping onto you tighter as she let out a whine, cumming into your throat as you swallowed all of her, you pulled away making minji chuckle. "fuck you're so hot" she muttered making you shrug.

"you're hotter" "hey.. wanna come over to my dorm tonight? my roommates on a trip.." you just smiled and nodded. "i'll give you more of me this time" you muttered, cleaning up yourself and walking out making minji smile to herself.

"damn."

...

"hey" you said as she let you into the dorm. "hi baby" "i like you, you know that?" "straightforward. i like that." "thought you would" "i like you too" "so.." "my rooms right there" "great"

...

Your face was in a pillow as you let out a loud moan. "fuck! it's big" "relax, princess. i've got you." "minji.." you whined, your breathing shaky as she pulled you up, making you face her while straddling her.

She slipped the tip back into you, "slowly, baby." you slowly sat down on her, the two of you groaned. "come on, hun. once you get used to it.. that's when it gets fun" "whatever you say.."

...

You let out small moans before whines left your lips. "fuck.. i'm gonna cum.. minji.." "hm.." "please." "what are you supposed to call but you don't?" "unnie" you whined making her chuckle. "good, go ahead."

"do you have protection on?" "no.." "minji" you whined, she pulled out, "open up then" you opened your mouth as she pumped her hands up and down a few times, before shooting her load straight into your mouth.

"you're so pretty" minji muttered making you roll your eyes with a smile. "yeah, with your cum all over my face?" "exactly."

...

"if i'm your girlfriend.. do you think i could steal your shoes then?" "min" you chuckled, rolling your eyes. "are you sure you love me then?" "nah, i just like your shoes" "meanie!" "kidding, baby!"

[grapejuicegay]

A very all over the place list of things I really liked/can't wait to be explored more through this show because of COURSE ep 1 in a P'Aof show and I have thoughts

Things on walls

This painting of course, but also this poster in the badminton waiting room that says "Too fast to live, too young to die" (I'm going to be thinking about this poster a LOT... it feels like it's going to come up)

and also this t-shirt that says "fart" (@dribs-and-drabbles did you see this? 🤣)

Day was in a car accident even before the match... so was this potentially already going to be Day's last match? And also, what did Mhok see in the stream that made him certain that the Thailand team would lose

The brothers are named Day and Night. Night looking after Day constantly with Day convinced Night is only doing this to get the attention that usually goes to Day - something something where the light shines etc

This line

I haven't decided yet whether this is Mhok's way of dealing with the loss of his sister or a reflection of his worldview where giving up is not an option. But I'm keeping an eye on it, and also how this potentially develops

The constant judgemental looks towards Mhok from every person of authority, even without his parole leg band. Mhok understands what it's like to be judged from the moment someone sees you, something Day feels all the time but cannot clearly see.

Mhok's sister saving up for his tuition, one that he has no plans of using anymore... both of them dealing with the death of a future in very different ways

There's just a lot going on and I'm very interested.

[a-hundred-jewels]

ptsd made me a hardcore marauders fan for seven months

Ao3

content warning: the following contains discussions of school violence, teen violence, (briefly) domestic violence, mental health issues, depression, and trauma. if any of these are sensitive topics for you, please proceed with caution. in addition, if you feel i've missed a warning, please nicely let me know in the comments.

I don't like Harry Potter. 

Sure, I binge-read the entire series in a bored, undiagnosed-ADHD-induced haze at the age of thirteen, have spent countless hours reading and even writing fanfiction for the series, have followed tumblr tags, listened to playlists, watched youtube videos, and am in the process of very slowly hand-binding myself a copy of A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety, but—

I don't like it, but nevertheless, I was sucked in. 

~

"Some kid overdosed," one of my classmates said. 

"What?" 

"They're clearing the hallways."

Our principal had just come on the loudspeakers to issue a "shelter in place" order, telling us to ignore all bells and stay in our current classroom until he came back on and told us otherwise. I was actually glad, hoping the extra time would allow me to finish my Spanish homework before second period, since I'd spent most of the weekend thinking about the Strictly Come Dancing��finals and my King Lear presentation in English class. 

I hardly thought about the order itself—they're extremely common in United State schools, both as drills and as actual occurences. "Shelter in place" originated as a milder verison of going into lockdown where, instead of hiding from a potential shooter, students and teachers must simply not leave the room. In any case, I saw no reason to worry, and set about doing my homework. 

~

In fall of 2022, I started my senior year of high school at the age of seventeen. I was having a rough year—my younger sister's depression was at an all-time high and my mother was recovering from a health scare—but, fandomwise, I was doing great. After all, Our Flag Means Death had come out that spring and I was in love. All I wanted to talk about were the gay pirates, and I even bought myself a "Team Edward" t-shirt with Taika Waititi's face smack in the middle as a "back to school" present. Everything was supposed to get better. 

School sucked, because I went to a big public high school that looked like a prison and had equally-shitty Wifi, my (still undiagnosed) ADHD was worsening, and my grades were getting kind of bad. Even so, for a couple of months, I remained confident that my senior year would be my best one yet.

~

Third period was gym class, meaning I was only about an hour and a half away from the King Lear presentation. Senior year was actually one of the few years where I liked gym, which was awesome. It was just me and six boys, all of whom were nice to me, and our teacher was great. I think we were playing badminton that day, when our principal came on the loudspeakers to say that we were, once again, under a "shelter in place" order. 

We were nonchalant about this, just as we had been in the morning. I cannot stress how desensitized children in the U.S. are to things like this, these days. When my little sister was in elementary school, there was a day when the whole school was put in a "shelter in place" because a man was walking around outside with a bunch of knives. When I was a junior, a boy severely beat up his girlfriend in the school hallway, giving her a concussion and leading to two mass protests. There were violent fights at my town's public schools almost weekly—and all of this is very, very normal. I would go so far as to say that my situation was pretty mild. 

So we sat on the floor and did homework as time crept on, wondering vaguely what was going on, but no moreso than that. Third period ended, and we stayed. It should have been lunch time—we were getting hungry—but there was still no word about the lockdown ending. We stayed. Surely, it could only be another ten minutes or so?

And then, one of my classmates looked up from his phone screen, which was displaying a chat on Discord. 

"Oh my god—someone was stabbed."

~

Before, I get properly started, I'd like to be totally clear: the point of this essay isn't to bash the Harry Potter fandom, not as a whole, and certainly not the sections of it I've been in. I met some incredible people while in my period of rabidly consuming Marauders content, and I don't want to put them down or dishonor the beautiful things they've created with my attitude. I loved my time in the Marauders fandom as much as I could love anything at that point in my life and have nothing but respect for the writers, artists, and tumblrinas who welcomed me into their space. 

All of that being said, I think it's fascinating that I fell into a fandom like this one, particularly when I was doing so badly mentally. My dislike of Harry Potter only increases as I grow, as does my indifference, and, while I understand that's a fairly common sentiment shared among Marauders fans, I also get the impression that nostalgia plays a big part in their participation in the fandom. A Harry Potter- loving, bookworm child grows into a cynical teen, and then into a kind, brilliant adult with a "well, fuck it" attitude towards the world, using their limited free time to take that nostalgia from a childhood book series and write the kind of queer narratives they wish they'd had in adolescence. I could, of course, be wrong, but that's more-or-less how I understood the specific parts of the fandom I was in. (I know pretty much nothing about the tik tok side of the Marauders fandom, so we're just not factoring that in at all). Also, note that I said "adult" before, because the majority of people I interacted with were in their twenties and thirties. Being eighteen at the time and still in highschool, they all seemed at least moderately grown-up and untouchable to me. 

All this to say, once again, that I literally didn't care about Harry Potter until I was almost fourteen and, even then, I only started reading it out of sheer boredom. I have pretty much no nostalgia or happy childhood memories associated with the series—I even skipped large sections of the fourth and seventh books because it irritated me whenever the main characters were fighting with each other. I was, at best, a casual fan. 

There's something comforting, though, about being in such a big fandom, especially when your bad habit of choice is binge-reading smutty fanfiction in order to feel less dead. And, regardless of how I actually felt about Harry Potter , the concrete safety of a completed, unchanging series of books and movies where the author was already widely disliked definitely appealed tome and my less-than-stable life. You don't need to worry about a scandal if they've all already happened and, no matter how hard she tried to on Twitter, Joanne can't actually change the contents of the books. In my world of current fandoms and kind writers and actors all accessible on social media, the fuck-ass Harry Potter fandom was a bit of a refuge. 

So that's why I think it was specifically the Marauders that I got into.

~

I don't actually remember how long we were in that gym. It must have been at least two hours, including the class time beforehand, but I barely remember any of it. I texted my friends, frantically trying to determine that everyone I knew was okay, and I told my parents what was going on. To this day, the thing I am most thankful for is that my sister, who we'll call Tabitha, wasn't there. I don't know what I would have done if she'd been in school that day. The other main thing I remember thinking about was my King Lear presentation, which was supposed to happen right after lunch, and, as the time stretched on, I became more and more worried that I wouldn't get to do it that day. 

Shortly after my classmate saw the Discord messages about the stabbing, a video of the fight was leaked across Snapchat, as well as an image of the wound. We all looked on in horror, including my teacher (who we'll call Mr. Blake). It's objectively horrible to watch footage of a child being stabbed, no matter how grainy the video is, but, so far, we'd received no official information from the school, so this was literally all we had, and it had happened in the same building. Our principal wasn't allowed to make any statements (at least to my understanding) without it going through our superintendant and, for whatever reason, she didn't feel it necessary to get ahead of social media on this. 

I was trapped in a school with thousands of other people, one of whom had just assaulted someone. 

~

The night before my second semester of senior year began, I stayed up past midnight reading Dear Your Holiness by @mollymarymarie fleabag AU where Remus is a priest by day and a local rock musician by night, and Sirius has a popular music magazine. I had also spent much of my winter break listening to a podfic of All The Young Dudes (made it to sixth year) and generally rooting around people's bookmarks and gifts to get out of my head, so it's safe to say that, by the time I got to school in January, my brain was practially deep-fried in this new fandom, and it would only get moreso. 

~

Mr. Blake felt, after an hour or so, that we'd be safer in the boys' locker room. He brought us down through a stairwell I'd never seen before, tucked away in corner of a closet in the gymnasium. I was thrilled by the opportunity to explore and filmed the journey on my phone. It's a weird, haunting video, not just for the grim situation and shadowy rooms, but because I'm so lively behind the camera. We're all fairly upbeat, joking about how big the school is and what things must have been like when it opened. I won't share the video here, as I don't feel like doxing myself, but I did rewatch it in preparation for writing this and it's truly disconcerting to look at the inside of a building I haven't been in for over a year, to hear the voice of a past version of myself and know I'm seeing snapshots of a day that changed me forever. 

All there was to eat in the locker room were these Gatorade protein bars—mine was supposedly cookies and cream flavoured. I still remember the taste, sickly sweet and artificial. On an empty stomach, particularly an overly sensitive autistic one like mine, it was a horrible idea, and I felt sick afterwards, but god, I was so hungry. 

I sent a selfie to my parents and Tabitha, then tried to read fanfiction while listening to one of my classmates talk in what sounded like Hatian Creole with his family on the phone. Boys were constantly being paraded in to use the urinals. The walls were painted concrete blocks, the benches were narrow and hard, and so I sat there. 

~

In February, I spend a weekend binge-reading A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety, which kickstarted an obsession with seventies music and fashion. I read and reread the sex scenes during my final few months of highschool, trying desperately to shut my brain up and keep me from feeling so trapped in my daily life and the school I still attended. I got into the works of @spookymoonie, who was incredibly kind to me, and used to visit and refresh their blog every day to see if they'd (sigh) written more porn. Look, man, it was really good porn. 

On the day of my high school graduation, I got dressed in pants that were too small for me, a shirt that was too big, and a cap and gown that made me look like a walking body bag. I mingled with my friends beforehand, taking pictures with people who I now haven't spoken to in months. The ceremony was long and boring but I'm a sucker for that kind of symbolic stuff, so I kind of liked it. I did say for weeks afterwards, though, that I didn't feel like I'd really graduated until I was cycling home, listening to "Telephone Line" on my tinny iPhone speaker. That was my graduation. 

And I only knew that song from the official Black Mass playlist. 

~

By the time we were finally released from the "shelter in place" and sent for lunch, it had been about three hours since our principal's initial announcement back in third period. There was little fanfare to the whole ordeal, and I don't recall any actual information being given to our parents from the school at this point, either, though I could be misremembering. Our principal simply came on the speakers and told us that the lockdown was up and we were to go for lunch. I had a pre-packaged turkey wrap that day—my mum got them from the store sometimes as a special lunch for me. I'm a vegetarian these days, so I wouldn't eat it regardless, but, even if I weren't, I don't think I could bring myself to eat one of those wraps again, not without remembering. 

We'd only been in lunch for about ten minutes when somebody pulled the fire alarm. I don't know who did it, only that it was a student and there was no fire. I hate the fire alarm for the same reasons I hate all sudden, loud noises, and I was so overwhelmed already that I remember crying as we were paraded out into the parking lots, shivering in the cold, late-December air. I sat on a curb and ate my sandwich, wishing I had left when some of my classmates had, as soon as the "shelter in place" was lifted, or at least that I had my jacket and keys with me so I could get my bike and leave right then. 

The fire drill was over as quickly as it had started and, god, I wish I'd left right then. Just grabbed my shit and got the hell out of there. But, well…my English presentation. 

To anyone with rational mind capabilities, it would be incredibly obvious by now that said English presentation was absolutely not happening. A child had been stabbed, we'd all seen it on video and then been trapped for three hours— King Lear was far from a pressing concern. But I was traumatized and one of my groupmates was leaving the next day, so it felt like an emergency. So long as I was focused on my presentation and the soap opera-like melodrama of the play, I didn't have to think about what was happening around me. 

Anyway, we did nothing English related fourth period, instead sitting in a circle and letting our teacher talk us through how we were feeling. I'm very grateful to her for giving us the space she did to feel our fear and anger without judgement, and I will never forget her telling us that we were to use the teachers' bathrooms for the rest of the day, and if any administrators had a problem with it, they could take things up with her. It might not seem like much, but when the stabbing had occured in a student bathroom, it was really nice for someone to acknowledge that we might be scared. 

Another hour, or so, and the day was over. 

~

I also want to get ahead and make sure I'm not framing my leaving of the Marauders fandom as a particularly good thing, or a good time in my life. I was still depressed and unemployed and, even after I finally got a job in August, I managed to hit several more crushing lows before the end of 2023—I was just reading different fanfiction to cope. At the very least, though, I was reading fic for stuff I was actually a fan of, which is typically a good place to start. 

The feeling reminded me a bit of the one I used to get after I'd finished writing and posting a piece of puppet erotica—just this overwhelming sensation of "Wait, what was that?" It's like post-nut clarity, except clearly not. My time as a Marauders fan feels, in retrospect, like a bastardization, an appropriation. I was not a real fan because I didn't really care—I just needed something safe to numb my pain and confusion. That's why it feels so important to make sure I'm not trying to represent or bash the fandom in any way. It wouldn't be fair, because I wasn't really, genuinely a part of it. 

~

When I finally had cycled home and let myself in the back door, I only remember collapsing. My mum was in the living room and I just stood there, I think. All I really remember is this image of how I think I looked, as though my mind had floated out of my head and taken a photograph. My face is very pale and completely blank, my bag somewhere on the floor next to me, and I'm staring at nothing, the performance of being okay just…evaporating. I know my mum told me she'd been facetiming my grandparents and aunt throughout the day and they were worried as well. 

One thing I often forget about that day is that, barely an hour after coming home, I had a violin lesson over zoom. I assume it must have been a similar situation to the King Lear presentation, where I had to act as normal as possible in order to not completely freak out. I told myself that I couldn't cancel, because then I'd have to pay the fee, but, like. I'm pretty sure he would have made an exception. I remember telling him "oh, by the way, I'm a little out of it because someone got stabbed at school today," and seeing the utterly baffled look on his face. He offered to postpone, and I declined. I was not a very good student that day—I think I'd forgotten what we did in the lesson before the hour was even finished. 

I went downstairs afterward and told my mum everything—I think. Either that or I lay in bed. The next thing I remember is going to school the next day, because I was still clinging to that King Lear presentation. Or maybe it was just because I didn't know what to do with myself? No idea. The next night, I was feeling sick and tested positive for Covid. 

So that was nice. 

~

My high school was never the same after the stabbing. Rules got stricter, a mass of teachers quit or transfered, the classes graduated and moved on, and I truly think something died that day. No matter how bad things were beforehand, there was always this hope I felt—this optimism. Even if I'd been cynical for weeks, all it took to love that shitty old building was an orchestra concert or a school play. It was trash, but it was home. That love didn't come back. 

My love for the Marauders proved to be just as fleeting. I literally woke up one day last July with a craving for this Good Omens/Buzzfeed Unsolved crossover fanfiction (called video appeal by ravel_aorla) and that was the end of my phase. Poof! Avada Kadavra! 

I'm proud to say, though, that I'm doing much better now. I'm writing and editing this in my college dorm room, which I moved into just yesterday. I'm also very into My Chemical Romance now, and am able to share that interest (and a long furby) with one of my best friends, @vriska-serketboard. It's been a year and a half since my high school has darkened the door of my feet and I am worlds better for it. 

Call it instinct as a former GSA leader, but that's how I want to end this. It get's better. I got better, and you can too. 

Thank you.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The t-shirts are t-shirting:

"The Mountain : After all tomorrow is a new day"

(Is that because Day is embarking on a new journey in his life, one that won't have an easy road and will be full of peaks and troughs? Or maybe because he has a wanderer's spirit and loves to hike in nature and Mhok will help him continue that passion?)

"The Best Never Rest"

(Is this because Mhok is the best for Day and won't rest until he's done all he can for him?)

"Maison"

(Is this because Day is home-bound, maybe self-inflicted through his own difficulties with accepting his new life? And maybe he's protective of his home, his safe space, and doesn't want Mhok coming in a disturbing him and his things?)

"If Lost, Drop in Any Mailbox"

(Is Mhok feeling unsure of himself, adrift, having found himself changing because of Day only for Day's old Badminton partner [and the show's femme fatale?] to step in and take his place?)

"Fitness Leader"

(Is this because Mhok has to find a way to get Day out of the house and active again, and so creates fun activities for them?)

These last two I'm not sure of...but it's most likely that they will also mean something...

Why am I so sure? *waves generally in Bad Buddy's direction and all of Pat's t-shirts* But also, Aof's attention to detail isn't to be underestimated. Whilst y'all have been giffing and creating art with the below scene, have you noticed the "Last Twilight" book next to Mhok...?

[lucatielsgirlfriend]

good morning. i mean afternoon <3

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

21. obsession from childhood?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

32. top five favorite vines?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

56. favorite tradition?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

66. favorite flower(s)?

72. worst subject?

82. pc or console?

88. your greatest wish?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

94. favorite season?

96. desktop background?

and i have to ask this one ^-^ 98. favorite historical era?

omg you love me and you want to know everythig about me ^-^

5. bottles is easiest, but a crisp glass soda feels so nice!

6. out of those the styles that i think look best on me are boho and sportswear :) i like goth but im not really in the culture

7. headphones. i found this really nice compact travel set so im not totally unaware when i wesr them out!

8. tricky. I do love movies, but tv shows are easier to digest for me so i watch those more

9. um. probably when water hits the hot ground. rain or otherwise. like waterguns. bbqs are also really nice :>

10. i was a fat kid so not many. i really enjoyed badminton and tennis and also rounders or baseball

15. i remember liking Kensuke's Kingdom for a book report but idk if holds up... I also enjoyed when we analysed poetry in our final year ^^

17. um i have three pairs of slip on sketchers so those. theyre easy and shoes r expensive :p

18. heavy summer rain 🤤 thunder or not

19. i roll around a lott in my sleep, so i wake up in all sorts of positions. its usually easiest to get to sleep on my side tho.

21. i was a pokemon kid. show, cards, games and merch. always on that damn ds

26. i kinda hate the heat, so chilling in front of a fan with a sippy drink and music is sooo good. i liked the beach when I last went though!

27. stupid-cold bonfire nights are realllly nice. my birthdays right around guy fawkes so lots of nice memories there. im also more active in winter because it gets darker faster and i dont sweat as much.

28. five... umm: 'Laughing Gas - The Fratellis'; 'Override (A) - Area 11'; 'Knees Deep - The Beths'; 'To Be Better - Miracle of Sound'; 'Moment of Forever - Willie Nelson'. ^-^;

32. umm idk i was never really on vine... literally none come to mind sorrry

46. naked for sure especially in summer. t-shirt and bottoms on the coldest nights. ^-^

56. tradition... not sure I have any anymore. when i was a teenager we used to go to the lake and follow a river and have a shitty bbq by the side with a bluetooth speaker. and everyone would jump in the water and I never would hehe

64. YouTube. I yearn for the old days of YouTube... I was just becoming sentient when youtube was coming around so i was on it a lot

66. tulips! esp orange ones :>

72. maths. numbers hard.

82. PC all the way from my shitty laptops to here. i love my compuper

88. umm many. to be a girl. to be able to be social without anxiety attacks. to be able to afford things. to not be scared of intimacy. for my pets and family and friends to live forever and always be happy. many many wishes.

92. lamps. i hate overheads especially white ones.

94. Autumn. idk I like the colours. and there's usually a lot more happening around then. halloween and birthdays and getting cooler.

96. usually a game still. or art from a steam trading card or smthn. right now it's a boss from Slay the Spire :)

98. I dont know a lot about history as I should. but I'm interested in gold rush/ westward expanse era stuff, what little I know of it. I should learn more history... Idk sometimes ot just doesnt go in, and I have fuck awful recall ^-^;

[lemissingmask]

[ID: Sketch of Alex Walker and Ernesto Almares with badminton rackets. Ernesto is holding his downwards and is wearing a sleeveless top that says I heart Cebu on it, coloured in yellow pink and blue. Alex is twirling his racket and has a T-shirt with a unicorn and rainbow on it and Smash written below, coloured in pink, blue, green, red, yellow and white. Both look serious. End ID]

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Looking forward to the majesty of whatever this episode is

[lunaekalenda]

☁︎ love.

☁︎ warnings: smut · minors don't interact · fem!bodied reader · unprotected sex · fingering · mutual pleasure · just everything is soft and passionate and lovely · 2.8k words because tatsu does something on me i can't explain yet (i'm also sorry for the way i'm gonna selfishly write for him non-stop)

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

"Good training, boys!" Tatsuru's voice can be heard from the steps of the Sports Center where they train. He's quick to find you between the other people sitting around, and gives you a luminous smile as he walks in big steps to reach you, with the edge of the T-shirt between his fingers so that he can wipe his forehead, exposing shiny skin and muscled body to you. His rebel locks stick to his forehead as he tries to take them away. He reaches the steps quickly, strong arms holding on to the railing to effortlessly propel himself up to your height. You pass him a bottle of water as you get close to receive a peck from him. "You should come to see me train more often. It gives me kinda luck." he says, still gripped to the railings. You smile before he jumps again to the floor, drinking a long sip. "Let me shower and I'll be back with you, love". He leaves shortly, meeting the rest of the team to head to the changing rooms. You sit on your place again, taking your things and leaving to wait for him near the exit. You told him you would pick him up by car, but he insisted on taking a walk together, even after all the tiring training and the office hours. He's outside shortly, talking with Mikoto, who leaves on another direction towards his car. Tatsu drops one arm around your shoulders before snuggling you up close to his body. "It's been a time since we walked together home, isn't it?" You nod as he walks at a slow pace, adapting his strides to your steps, enjoying a good conversation and a nice weather. You pass in front of Tatsuru's old house, the building in which the corporation allowed them to live, and where most of his workmates still sleep. Even when the two of you were comfortable on your respective work flats, once you started dating, you knew you needed to move together, get intimacy and privacy, and mostly, don't get interrupted by drunk badminton teammates who wanted Tatsu's brother energy to console them. They even do now, paying visits to your common house, not far from your offices, and Tatsu does join them from time to time to grab a drink after training or to make some assignments on his old residence. 

Tatsuru's big hands rest on your waist as you enter home, and he leaves the sport bag near the entrance as well as his shoes, doing you the same by his side. He smiles from a side before caging you on the entrance wall, hazel eyes fixed on yours. "You came to cheer on me on my training. I'm so lucky." he says. His face gets closer to yours as he lets his body fall a little, pressed against your caged one, but feeling safe between his arms. "I was unable to say it on the sports center, or else everyone would have to see the corniest scene of all time." both of you let a little laugh escape, the sound getting mixed as your breaths do, gazes still tangled in comfortable silence, until he speaks again. "Thank you for being always there for me. Not only for cheering on me on trainings or matches, but on life." his cheeks get a pinky blush when he thinks about what to say next. "It seems impossible, but I feel like I fall in love with you more and more everyday. It's... I can't really explain it." You understand what he's trying to say because that's how you feel about him. Every day you feel more attracted to him, more in love. Every single little thing you learn about him makes it even harder. How can you feel uninterested on him now that you know that he has a picture of you on his office table? That it's not a coincidence when your favorite song plays on the car when he picks you from work? That his old t-shirts you use to sleep keep smelling like him, even after all the time you've been using them? 

Tatsuru's way of caring is so special that you feel happy to being loved this way, and you try your best to return your love to him. Taking your hand, he walks towards the bedroom, probably tired from all the hours standing. He sits on the bed, taking you with him, until your legs rest on the sides of his and your face its a the same height as his. He takes a lock away of your eyes sweetly, before leaning closer and kissing you.

His lips taste as the very first ray of sunshine during spring, and his caresses feel like the subtle touch of feathers. His hands travel from your sides to your exposed cleavage, breaking the kiss to get air. His eyes shine when they look at you, and you think you've never seen him this handsome: breathless, tender, in love. So in love you can even feel how much of it he's expressing without words, you're able to feel his warmth through his touch and his kisses, you can understand him with just a single touch. The bond between you is so deep and so strong that it's unbreakable. His long fingers take a lock of hair away of your eyes, the ones that stare back at him with the same amount of feelings. He lets his index slide off your face, reaching your lips, tracing their form softly. 

"The first time I saw you, I wanted to kiss you." he murmurs. You also remember the first time you saw him, so friendly, so loud, so easy to reach. You felt like he was the piece missing on your life during your first conversation. The way your hearts connected on your first met was something to study. "It was so hard for me to keep the train of thinking while you spoke... I could only see your lips, how you licked them, how you bite them. It was pure torture for me, love." He gives a soft peck to them, followed by another one, two, three. His finger gives another long caress to your lip when he parts again, eyes fluttering from your mouth to your eyes, half open, half close, shining with love and darkening with lust. "I wanted to know you more from the single second you spoke to me." he whispers, his fingertip now softly pressing on your bottom lip. Both your hands tangle around his neck, fingers caressing his scalp lovingly, dirty blond locks carefully escaping through your fingers. 

"I wanted to kiss you too." you admit under his gaze. He smiles gently, getting closer to your again. His hands found their natural way to your hips as his lips touch yours when he speaks again.

"I'm glad I did, then." he smiles against your mouth, so tempting, so close to kissing you again. "I'm so glad." His lips collide with yours on such a deep way, you feel the same butterflies inside that the afternoon he kissed you for the first time on the park, near the hippo, right after a badminton training. You could never get enough of him, of his kisses, his hugs, his body and his words. Meeting him felt like finding a place to be safe, a place to return to, a place to call home. He was there for you as you were there for him. He never questioned your feelings and you never disrespect his boundaries. You were more than a lover for the other, a soulmate, a pillar. He parts again, slowly sliding your jacket away from your shoulders, fabric tickling your skin as you observe how your boyfriend's gaze is so attentive to every inch of skin exposed. His lips are quick to replace the clothing, kissing, bitting, sucking lovely on your skin, near your cleavage and drawing a soft line with his tongue towards your shoulder. Your fingertips hurt from the desire to touch his skin, and you take the edges of his t-shirt, slowly taking it off with his help, before finding his mouth again against yours. Your hands wander over his body, touching sweetly every spot, every muscle and inch of skin, as his push your body closer to yours, tenderly, as if he was afraid of breaking you. Tatsu parts again, looking at you directly, taking your t-shirt between his fingers and asking with a look if he has permission to undress you. Nodding, he takes it away with ease, his long arms pulling it far from your body. The way Tatsu looks at you regularly is full of tenderness and softness, but now, undressed in front of him, his gaze shows pure adoration. His eyes scan slowly your body, from the parts that you like, from the others you learned to love by his side. Tatsuru’s kisses never skip a place, his hands never leave spots without caresses. 

“I think I say this enough.” he murmurs, untying the ribbon that keeps your pants on. His fingers play with the soft fabric, before unzipping them. “But I love you.” his hand sneaks to your back, palm open and resting between your shoulder blades, while he pushes your body against his and gets up. “I love you too.” With your trousers half undone and undressed from waist all way up, he turns around, leaving your body on the bed with softness, letting the covers kiss your back while he kisses your lips. He parts, kneeling on the bed in front of you, all his height above your body as he masterfully takes away your pants. His lips outline a smile and his hands travel down to his own zipper, taking it down with parsimony under your attentive gaze. He takes half of his hair on a ponytail, as he usually does while he trains, and he goes down on your body, kissing from cleavage to hips and kicking his pants our of his legs. His mouth gets entertained on the waist of your panties, deciding if he should take them away or else keep them on place. He decides for the second option when he gives an open-mouth kiss to the limit of your underwear before going up on you, reaching back to your mouth, passionately kissing you as his hands wander on your body again, fingers on your underwear when he presses a finger right on your core. You moan against his smile when he does it again, body snuggled up against his and hands gripping on his biceps. “How pretty.” he whispers, giving a long caress above your underwear. “Your body searches mine with such a desperation… Do I make you feel that good?” 

Your legs tingle and they move by themselves when he caresses rhythmically on your body, as you hide your face on his bare chest and you dig your nails on his arm subtly, mouth open and legs closing against his fist. “It is too good, too good.” your words leave your mouth like a sigh as he keeps moving his index against you. “You always make me feel good.” you leave a kiss on his chest, right above where his heart is, before feeling how his finger sneaks under the fabric and touches you directly. Your body contracts and moves towards his, as his finger keeps playing and his lips keep kissing the top of your head. Your hand sneaks down until you touch him softly, making him groan and finger you deeper, faster. He makes you feel good, but you wanted to make him feel good as well, so you sneak your hand on his underwear, touching him with cold hands.

"There, there...." his voice sounds raspy as he speaks, gasping for air when your fingers change the movement suddenly, centering on his tip. His free hand grips your waist as the other keeps thrusting his index on you. You help yourself to take his underwear away as he does with yours, letting nothing but the subtle light of his side table illuminate your bodies. His full height is now again above yours, one arm resting near your head for balance as the other is still busy on you, still touching, still pinching on the skin of your inner thighs. Then, he looks at you again, and you feel his gaze deep inside, so full of feelings, so intense. “I need you, love. I need to feel you.” he asks, breathy words whispered on your neck as he lets his head fall towards the crook of it. Your body trembles on anticipation when you feel his fingers checking if you’re wet enough for him. He always cares to keep you comfortable, to avoid hurting you and to give you all the pleasure he’s able to. You tangle your legs around his waist as an invitation for him to do it, the movement giving you both the friction you were asking for. His hands guide himself towards you and, with a slow thrust, he’s inside and taking your hips up to match his kneeled body. Words are not really necessary in this moment, you understand him with just the subtle touch of his fingertips, the gazes he gives you from above and the way your bodies seem to understand the other’s.

He looks way too ethereal like this, even like a god, holding half of your body in the air with one hand as he wipes pearls of sweat from his forehead, hips slowly thrusting to get a pace that both of you would enjoy. His fingers grip your waist as you cover your face with your hands, sweet and soft moans escaping through your fingers. “Don’t cover yourself.” he asks. He’s not being rude, nor bossy. “Let me see how I hit the right spots, please. I want to see that pretty face of yours.” You take your hands softly away from your face, at the same time he lets your body rest against the bed, fully on top of you, letting his chest press softly against yours and his lips brush against your mouth with every movement. One of his hands sneaks up from your hips, reaching your arm, and running towards your hand, tangling his fingers on yours and giving it a light squeeze. The way his body finds yours on every thrust is addictive, and how your moans mix with his heavy breath reminds you of the way it feels to discover your new favorite song. He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead while his hips slowly hit against you again, making your legs tremble around his waist and your sore throat moan his name. “‘Tsuru…” your voice breaks with the next thrust, and he sighs on top of you, rolling his hips again, so softly, so subtle, that it gives you nothing more than pleasure.

“Do it again.” he pleads, pecking your lips, caging a groan between them. “Moan my name again, darling.” he whispers, again moving against you, again reaching that pleasuring point, again making you forget anything but his name and his love and his body and his voice. His body finds yours again, and again, and his name leaves your mouth as a prayer. You feel so drunk of him, your senses are full of his sweetness. Even now, with pleasure almost making you lose your mind, you can only admire him, his features when his thrusts get faster, deeper and erratic; his chest, breathing quickly; the strong squeezes in your hand. His mere presence makes your chest warm and your bodies tangled on the covers, without letting any space between you two, feel close to heaven. He releases with soft groans, quick pecks on your jaw as your insides squeeze him back, body trembling and mixed quick breaths as he rests his body next to yours, head on your chest, while you caress his hair, still shaky and trembling. Tatsuru’s skin feels hot against your cold one, and he kisses the place where his head rests before looking at you. He puts one of his hands on your cheek, checking your eyes while he speaks. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I’m alright, Tatsu.” you smile at him as he gets closer for another passionate, deep kiss. His hands wander on your back as yours get buried on his dirty blond hair. “I’m very good.” he smiles when he listens to your statement. Taking him close to you again, he stops you before you’re able to kiss him again.

“If you kiss me again… We might have to take a little more time before dinner.” he jokes, forehead still resting against you when you get closer to his mouth again, tempting, kissing nothing more than a subtle touch. 

“Who needs dinner, anyway?” your words seem to convince him when he takes you on his arms, laughing softly as your mouths search each other again under the now attentive gaze of the moon. 

[whosyourcreepyunclenow]

alright, maybe I'm finally alive enough for that. thank you, @rreskk

Were you named after anyone?

hmm as far as I know, my parents just heard my name in a song and both were "yup, this one would be okay"

Do you have kids?

waht? I'm a kid myself

Use sarcasm a lot?

sarcasm is all I've fucking got

First thing you notice 'bout people?

their auras 👀 (but actually the only thing I need to know about people irl is how to avoid them or how to interact with them in the least traumatic way - so it'd most likely be their mood and their attitude (+mimics & body language) and what they probably expect from me. in very very specific cases I can notice some random things from their appearance, like eyes or hands or a haircut or a t-shirt print or a shoe color or earrings or even a face)

Eye color?

medium brown

Scary movies or happy ending?

action movies only. I love watching cool tough men doing cool tough stuff with cars and guns and knives and each other (with happy endings or without them if you know what I mean))

Special talent?

ehh. some people say I'm good at drawing, or at writing, or at reading tarot, or at googling hard-to-find things, or at being indifferent lazy fuck, or at sucking a dick, or at wasting my life for nothing, or at shitty jokes. but actually idk, I'm just average at everything (but wait wait, I'm incredibly great at DISAPPOINTING PEOPLE, yeeeees, that's my special talent, appreciate it)

Your hobbies?

most of them I've already listed in things-that-make-me-happy, so they're gaming&drawing&writing, screenshoting everything, shooting and throwing knives sometimes, enjoying my hyperfixations to the fullest etc. years ago I also was much into mbti and stuff (intp-t who's tryna be intp-a, haha you bought that) to understand how humans work and how I suppose to fit in (spoiler: nohow, and I'm okay with that). can say I'm also kinda fluent in tarot and runes tho rarely use them for myself, more exploring and researching their very systems. had occasional attempts at yoga tho I'm too lazy for doing that at regular basis, so nothing serious, just chilling

Any pets?

I loooove animals but I can barely keep myself alive and full, let alone another creature. If I adopt someone, it'd be the matter of time when one of us will eat another ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠•́⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠•̀⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Playing any sport?

I hate losing, so nope. but guess I can play some darts or badminton without competition just for a good time

How tall..?

175 cm (5′9″)

Favourite subject in school?

biology, math. y'know, the fun ones

Dream job?

(fuck why I can't just spam motherlode and live my life peacefully why the fuck I have to make money to simply exist why) dunno, I hate responsibilities and I can't work properly on someone's order even when I'm actually trying. I only do shit well when I'm doing it for myself, and if someone would pay money for that shit, it could become my dream job or something. but since any of my shit ain't worthy in commercial sense and I'm too dumb to do scores, motherlode would be the best answer yeh 🙌