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erina-writes-headcanons · 11 months

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Hiii love <3 can I request hcs of Aomine, Kiyoshi and Imayoshi with a s/o that's terrible at sports? Like how would they feel about how unathletic their s/o are 😭 thank you for this :))

❤️Aomine Daiki, Kiyoshi Teppei, and Imayoshi Shoichi Having S/O Who Are Terrible At Sports❤️

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A/N: YO MY FRIEND! Thank you so much for requesting me this headcanon. I feel like I am also Unathletic so this would be quite relatable for me and some of the readers. There might be some fluff scenes or some jokes. I hope you like the final result!

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Aomine Daiki -Touou Academy

Darling, I'm not saying that Aomine is heartless but you know he can be an insensitive prick and the reason I am saying this is because Aomine would make fun of you.

But he's not a monster so he is only going to bully you lovingly when you fail to shoot your basketball. Yes; I said it. He is going to bully you when you fail to shoot your ball.

"Lol, is that how do you shoot the ball? Let me show you how babe. I'll show you how I do it," while messing up your hair and turning your hair into a bird's nest because he just loves messing with your hair.

I don't think he minds that he has a S/O that is horrible at sports but he does acquire to have a S/O that likes to have fun while playing sports. You don't have to be a good player, you just need to have fun.

If you are bad at sports as his S/O, he would make fun of you, especially your height if you are a short gremlin. However, he would be kind enough to teach you how to play basketball.

I'm sorry babe I know I said that he wants a S/O that does enjoy sports because he's the type that likes to invite people to have fun so if you hate basketball. There's a chance he's going to break up with you or he would keep forcing you to play with him.

If you are not good at blocking. HE IS DEFINITELY GOING TO STEAL YOUR BALL OFTEN! TOO OFTEN THAT YOU WOULD GET ANNOYED BY HIM! I'm sorry babe. I'm just saying how he is.

But don't worry, he would still love you even though you are not athletic enough. But that just means he will be more jerk because he's not going to stop to tease you.

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It was in the afternoon and the gym was surprisingly empty because it's usually filled with basketball team members training. There's a chance that they are going to train a little bit late because even the coach is not in the place or maybe the training would be tomorrow so it's very peaceful. There are no sounds of basketball balls hitting the board or the sound of the basketball team screaming.

(Y/N) which are you, find this kind of odd but you didn't really mind about it because it's better to be like this. You hate the idea of your face getting hit by those things. Those things are hard, harder than volleyballs to no joke. There are many cases of your classmates getting hit on the face until they were unconscious.

However, it spikes your curiosity and you want to know what it feels like to play basketball. You saw your boyfriend playing basketball before and he was an amazing player. No one ever has beaten him on the court each time you watch him playing basketball and defeating the enemy.

As a result of your own curiosity, the (H/C) haired and (S/C) skinned woman/man/nonbinary starts to get up from the sit before walking into one of the carts that were filled by the balls. Taking one of them and trodding closer to one of the basketball hoops. You do notice it would be very difficult for short people to play because this kind of thing is tall.

But this did not stop you at all. Instead, this makes you determined to get at least one of the balls inside of the ring as you start to dribble the ball. As your hand catch the dribbling ball, you took a deep breath and closed your (E/C) eyes before opening them to see the rings across from you, standing like a giant.

"BAM!"

Well, it sure disappoint (Y/N) a lot because it did not get inside of the hoop and (Y/N) can hear the horrible familiar loud laughter from far away. Your eyes immediately wide in shock, turning around to see your boyfriend, Aomine Daiki. Laughing at you for failing at your shoot as he wipes the fake tears from the corner of his eyes.

"Is that what you call a shoot?" he steps up inside the gym with a smirk on his face. "Let me show you how it's done, shortie-" he puts his arms in the pocket of his basketball shorts as he stands in front of you.

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Kiyoshi Teppei - Seirin High School

A gentleman and one of the hottest angels in Seirin. Also, the one who would most likely not judge you if you are horrible in sports and not athletic. So he is less much of a jerk than Aomine.

Kiyoshi definitely still loves you even if you never make a shoot in your life or if you are horrible in any sport because I believe his kind of type of person he crushes on is someone who is strong-hearted (we can conclude he likes the types who are resilient, brave or courageous people).

Kiyoshi definitely going to teach you how to play basketball, even the basics and you know he has amazing patience so he could even teach you the most basic things.

He might find it funny when you failed many shoots but he also feels slightly bad because he knows that you tried really hard so he would give you many chances.

Also, he would point out your mistakes and the reason why you fail the sport but in a polite way instead of blatantly saying it. he would just sugarcoat his words a little bit because he does not want to hurt you.

He would still be supportive if you are still interested in sport despite your lacking many skills or if you aren't interested in it. He's not a horrible teacher.

If you get sad because you feel not athletic like your boyfriend, Kiyoshi Tepeo. Don't be, expect some encouraging words from him as he said that you are perfect the way you are.

Also expect some hugs and pats in the back, he hates to see you get insecure or sad just because you feel you are not athletic and you're not a good match for him.

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As the manager from Seirin, (Y/N) (L/N) would always help Riko, the coach from Seirin by preparing some drinks, and meals and helping with the team training regiment to increase their skills by talking with her and taking important notes of each member and watching them play basketball.

However, it piques your curiosity whenever you saw them playing because they were working very hard to beat the other team's rivals. You heard the group had beaten Shutoku as well as Kaijou before but looses after playing against Touou. You saw your boyfriend's amazing skill in basketball and it made you interested in basketball despite not knowing how to play basketball.

As the rest of the team members surrounded your classmate, Riko who also happened to be your closest friend. You were sitting there and writing down other team members' important points by writing down their weaknesses and their strengths so Riko could make a better training regimen.

Nevertheless, it did not stop you as (Y/N) put down the paper on top of the bench. Taking one of the balls inside of the cart in the corner of the gym room before starting to dribble the ball in (Y/N)'s hand. Going forward into one of the basketball rings, see how tall the post is and if you are able to put the ball inside of the ring.

No one paid attention except the familiar pairs of warm brown eyes that watch your every movement. He could not help but feel happy that his S/O are trying to play his favourite basketball despite she/he/they aren't athletic as the rest of the other basketball team members.

Despite Kiyoshi hides his laughter when he sees you failing to shoot the basketball. Kiyoshi also feels bad, knowing that you are trying your best to even get just one goal and this gives him a quick idea before standing up from the bench and walking up to (Y/N). Getting closer and closer until he was standing behind you.

The (H/C) haired women/men/nonbinary felt a presence behind you until your turned around to see your boyfriend standing behind you with a smile on your face. "Ah, (Y/N)-san. It seems you had a little bit of troubleshooting the balls into the rings. If you don't mind, I would be glad to teach you how to play," Kiyoshi offers, placing his hand on top of your shoulder.

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Imayoshi Shoichi - Touou Academy

I am contemplating writing Imayoshi because I could see he has his annoying and insensitive moments but I could see him also as a supportive boyfriend even if you are not athletic.

The reason I am saying this is because there would be a time he does makes fun of you. You shoot the balls into the net or into the basketball ring and miss? He would tease the hell out of you.

However, it depends because if you are unathletic because of your injury. he won't make fun of you but if you are just basically lazy and hates sports? He makes fun of you but is not as insensitive as Aomine.

"Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" and proceed to get hit by you after you hear his little comment and he chuckles at your reaction.

However, I do not believe that his type of partner must have the same athletic skill as him as we can see in Kuroko's character bible. He likes a kikubari (a considerate person).

If you are interested in sport but you are not athletic enough. He's not a horrible teacher either, he would teach you even from the basic things.

Also if you had an injury and you are not athletic but you are interested in it. He would be very understanding and I can see him as someone who has enormous patience when teaching you.

So in conclusion, he is in a between. He would be mean to you slightly, making fun of you but in a joking way, like Aomine does. But he would be understanding too, a little bit like Kiyoshi but in his own way.

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It has been such a long time since you haven't played any sports after the incident that happens to you for a long time. The injury was severe that the doctor told (Y/N) to stop participating in heavy sports such as basketball, soccer, Volleyball, and other sports that could potentially be worsening the injuries on your knees.

This used to make you upset a lot, especially when you notice the way people stare at you with pity, it does frustrate poor (Y/N) as your skill in sports decreases and the only thing you could do is becoming Touou's manager just like your classmate, Momoi. She was your classmate that sometimes helps you out by taking notes on the rival's weaknesses before giving them to you.

Watching the other play basketball freely like a bird spread its wings, but those things made (Y/N) jealous and an idea popped into your mind. 'There's nothing wrong, right? If I'm playing as the others are resting? Maybe I should try' (Y/N) silently think to themselves/herself/himself as you take one of the balls that were rolling next to your feet.

A pair of slanted eyes sees you taking one of the basketballs, a little bit confused about why are you holding one of the balls until his confusion was replaced by a smirk. Watching your every movement from the start by starting to dribble on your hand, walking slowly before it turns into jogging and full-on sprinting until you were underneath the basketball ring and shooting the ball.

BAM!

It did not go inside at all, (Y/N) cheeks reddened, embarrassed that the ball doesn't go inside at all. Instead, it was thrown away and almost hit other players. "Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" A familiar yet annoying voice spoke up. Turning around, you could see your boyfriend with his usual annoying smirk, making fun of you after failing to get a point after throwing the basketball into the ring.

"Yeah, keep making fun of me until I smack that face of yours with the ball," you roll your eyes at him. "Ah, it's alright. (Y/N)-san. It's okay if you cannot play basketball. Here, let me help you. Follow my instruction on how to shoot," his smirk replaced with his genuine smile.

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adidastain · 3 months

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just like heaven

college matt stone x fem reader

warnings: smut (vaginal penetration)

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.), i really wanted to write something fluffy and kinda vanilla so sorry if it’s boring but i love it a lot i think it’s sweet

word count: 5240

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Nothing was more relieving than getting in bed after a long day of classes and running errands. I’d been busting my ass the entire day, making sure everyone around me was happy and calm. It was what I did best, to be completely honest. I liked taking over. Sure, it made me kind of a bad collaborator, but I preferred to stay positive and think of it as one of my best qualities. Productive, stern, and leaderly.

One of my classmates had a dorm to himself and had been letting me stay there for a while, since I lived off campus on paper, but didn’t have a car. We both majored in film; he double majored in math as well, and I was minoring in psychology.

He was cool and funny. Sometimes he’d even say stuff that earned him a clock to the jaw, but regardless, I thought he was funny. And smart. He double majored; of course he was smart.

I sighed heavily, opening the heavy steel door to his dorm, labeled ‘MATT’ with a cute paper cutout of a kid wearing a ushanka and glasses showing a peace sign. It made me smile every time I saw it. His mind was so interesting.

To my surprise, the lights were on inside. He’d told me he was going to a little party in our other classmate’s building a few blocks away, so I didn’t think he’d be home.

“Oh, you’re here,” I said, taking my jacket off.

“Unfortunately,” he said, grinning. His voice was deep and slightly nasally as always, with just a hint of raspiness. He sounded really tired.

“What happened? I thought you were going to Trey’s party,” I said softly. I looked in the mirror on the back of the door, removing my hair clip and earrings. I didn’t want to waste any time getting to bed.

“I just…” Matt swallowed, shifting in his seat in the beanbag on the floor. “I dunno. I changed my mind. Kinda exhausted.”

“I hear that,” I laughed, raising my eyebrows. There was some sort of old comedy movie on the little TV next to Matt’s bed. His whole dresser was covered in empty cans, dirty shot glasses with sticky syrup at the bottom, wrappers, deodorant, shit like that. I guess someone had been over and Matt was too tired to clean up the mess. “I’m gonna change real quick, don’t look.”

“Aw man,” he said, teasing me. I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, pulling my sweater and tank top over my head all at once. I’d been wearing a sports bra all day and the elastic was starting to dig into my skin. I looked behind me, just to make sure he wasn’t trying to sneak any glances. Not that there was much to see.

Lo and behold, as soon as I turned my head, I caught his turning too, back towards the TV.

I grabbed a discarded T-shirt off the floor and swung it at him, hitting him a lot more violently than I really intended to. “You are such a pervert!” I laughed.

“I wasn’t trying to look at you!” he shrieked. I hit him again. “I thought I heard someone at the door!”

“A pervert and a liar!” I accused. Matt stood up, trying to defend himself from my wrath as I exacted my revenge. He yelped and grabbed my wrists, pushing back against me.

We play-fought like this often. He was a lot stronger than me. He may not have looked like it, being so slim, but he was fit underneath all that fabric he was drowning in. Especially his arms. We’d go on and on, until it felt awkward and drawn out.

Of course, by doing this, I’d ended up giving him a free show anyway. He’d definitely seen me changing before. Matt had walked in on me on several occasions, but it was mostly my fault, since I would come and go in his dorm without saying anything. He didn’t seem to have a problem, though.

I bit my lip, pushing against his weight with all my might. He pretty much towered over me and my hands were engulfed in his large ones. He probably wasn’t even using half of his strength on me.

Suddenly, he let go of my hands, causing me to fall forward slightly. I lost my balance until I felt his arms wrap tightly around my torso, before he lifted me up and pushed me onto his bed and walked away.

He giggled to himself as he stepped towards his little mini refrigerator to grab a can of soda. I felt slightly warm inside; something about the way he was able to just lift me up and throw me down so easily made my face burn up.

Of course, Matt acted like it was nothing and sat back down in his beanbag, one of his hands idly rubbing the fuzzy fabric cover with his thumb and index finger.

I scoffed loudly and stood back up, blocking his view of the TV. My hand politely took the soda can out of his hand, watching his eyes follow it as I brought it to my lips and took a long, long sip. He just stared up at me, but he didn’t look in any way offended. He just looked completely awestruck, a puppy-eyed look ever present in his face.

I put the soda down on the dresser so that he’d have to get up to get it, and went back to changing. I faced the TV so I could keep a hawk’s eye on him as I peeled off my jeans, rendering me in just my bra and panties which didn’t match at all.

I heard him grunt slightly as he stood up to grab his soda off of the dresser. He turned around to face me, until he stopped dead in his tracks and his smirk was wiped clean off his face.

After a second or two of him taking in as much of the sight as he could, his hand flew over his eyes.

“Sorry,” he whined. “I was gonna play a prank on you. Didn’t know you were changing again. ‘M sorry.”

“I don’t care, Matt,” I sighed in defeat. “I practically live here now. You were gonna see me half-naked at some point anyhow.”

Hesitantly, he lowered his hand, keeping his gaze on the floor. It was strange; he didn’t sit back down.

“Just don’t let me find any of my clothes in your bed or I’ll punch you hard enough to turn your teeth into bullets,” I said. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, focusing on my task at hand once more. I dug through my big duffel bag to look for a clean shirt to sleep in, only finding a bunch of dress clothes that I hadn’t yet needed to wear. Right. I sighed. They’re in the wash.

“Could I borrow a shirt?” I asked. Matt was sitting once more, rubbing the back of his neck and gently tugging on some of his curls.

“Mhm,” he hummed, glancing at me again. That ‘glance’ turned into more of a ‘good look’. My back was turned to him again and I pretty much had my ass on full display.

I don’t know when he looked away. I don’t actually know if he looked away at all. I just dug through his closet, trying to find the biggest T-shirt he had.

It wasn’t uncommon for me to borrow his clothes. My duffel bag had initially only had enough clothes for 2 weeks, so I did laundry quite often and sometimes had to wear the same pants multiple days in a row. When I felt extra lazy and put off doing laundry, he let me borrow shirts, hoodies, sweatpants, pajama pants, the whole shabang.

I picked out one of his Primus tees that had some fucked up linework drawing of a prostitute smoking a hooka. It was a sick shirt but it definitely wasn’t something you could wear to class.

It fit me like a dress, which I loved. It was big enough that the hem covered most of my ass, which was good, because I didn’t have any clean shorts to sleep in unless I stole a pair of his.

Lastly, I pulled my bra off from under my shirt and tossed it towards the door, where I threw most of my dirty clothes. Once I was finished, I turned back around and stood next to where Matt was sitting.

“Scoot over,” I said. He quickly obliged. It was a pretty big beanbag, so we could both fit as long as we were shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. I must admit that there had been a night or two where we would end up entangled in some way due to the lack of space. My legs in his lap, my head on his shoulder, his arm resting up behind me.

There was nothing I didn’t like about being close to him. He made me feel safe and he smell good and was warm. Some nights I hoped he’d be in the mood for having me real close. I hoped really hard now, especially after what just happened.

“What are we watching?” I asked, making myself nice and comfortable and curling up next to him.

“Groundhog Day,” he said, tilting his head back slightly so he could speak through the soda in his mouth. I looked at him for a moment, watching the muscles in his neck move as he swallowed the liquid. Then I turned my attention to the screen. “You missed the beginning, but basically he’s stuck living the same day over and over again. It’s like, a big allegory or whatever for Buddhism. Pretty good, though”

I nodded, watching as the Bill Murray character talked to a woman and asked her out on a date. A few seconds later, there was a smash cut to them on the verge of having sex. Matt awkwardly laughed next to me.

“Ah, yeah. Buddhism,” I said, mocking him.

“You’ll like it. It gets better,” he argued. That’s when I felt his arm snake behind me, just a few inches away from laying across my shoulder. Once again, he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, fidgeting.

Eventually the whole foreplay bit was over and the next scene started. My body subconsciously leaned into Matt’s, sinking my weight into his slim torso and absorbing the warmth that his body generated. I was both extremely comfortable and extremely exhausted.

The movie went on, and like Matt said, the character was living the same day over and over. It was kind of lulling me to sleep. It was definitely pretty funny; occasionally I would jerk awake at the sound of Matt chuckling softly. I think at some point he pulled a blanket off his bed and wrapped it around me. I swear he ran his hand through my hair for just a moment, pulling me closer to him.

Now his arm was wrapped around my shoulder, his hand occasionally lifting up to run his fingers through my hair or flatten any stray strands. It felt safe; it felt right.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, finding that his gaze was already on me. He looked like a deer in headlights, but exhausted at the same time. I watched Matt’s eyes dart around my face.

“You ready for bed?” he asked softly, looking at the top of my head as he fixed a strand of my hair.

One of my favorite parts about him was that he could be harsh and gentle, depending on the occasion. He always had a resting bitch face and was kind of intimidating to a lot of people, but he had such a soft, gentle side to him.

My hand made its way up to his cheek. Matt had a nice, soft layer of peach fuzz that, paired with the warmth of his face, made my heart beat faster. My thumb tenderly traced back and forth on his cheek bone while my eyes fixated on his lips.

Eventually, I felt his breath on my face as he closed his lips over my bottom one. I’d been biting the skin off of it all week, so there was a small stinging sensation that quickly faded once he kissed me again.

I felt so shy all the sudden. Here I was, curled up in his arms, softly making out with him like teenagers with no experience. No second guesses or hesitations, just hearts beating together, breaths melting into each other while we explored.

How did we get here? The question crossed my mind before I immediately pushed it away. I didn’t give a shit about how we got there, I was just glad that this is where we ended up.

Without pulling his lips away from me, Matt somehow managed to find the remote and turn off the TV, before caressing my waist and pulling me ever closer. He was hovering over me a little, only making my heart race faster and my desire for him grow stronger.

Now things were definitely starting to heat up. Matt softly groaned into my mouth, and for the first time since our lips first met, we pulled away.

His eyes bored into mine, pupils dilated. We sat breathing into each others mouths, catching our breath as we tried to read what the other was thinking. It was almost suspenseful.

“Can I take your shirt off?” I asked. It wasn’t even a whisper. Nope. I just breathed and moved my mouth to form the words.

“Uh-huh,” he responded, nodding. He swallowed and I didn’t hesitate to tuck my hands under the hem of his baggy gray-green T-shirt. Matt kissed me again, deepening it.

In an instant, his lips parted and he gasped softly as soon as my fingertips made contact with the warm skin of his abdomen. I could feel that part of his torso shifting ever so slightly as he breathed.

I pulled away, making sure to keep eye contact with him while I slowly lifted his shirt up inch by inch.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he exhaled, catching me off guard. I swallowed, feeling my face flush once again.

A second or two later, I pulled the fabric over his head, finally rendering him topless in front of me. He had a slender, curvy waist and just the smallest little bit of muscle in his abdomen. His hips were prominent, and his upper body was very broad in contrast to his slim frame. He had little dark beauty spot freckles scattered across his shoulders and body. I would love to sit there all day and just count them. I wanted badly to just map out and explore his body, feeling every inch of his skin and memorizing his shape.

I snapped out of my trance as soon as he kissed me again, letting out several vocal breaths that I honestly didn’t expect to ever hear him make. He remained gentle in his kisses, but I felt the desire boiling and festering within both of us. It was extremely hard to ignore.

“Do you wanna stop?” I asked, pulling away suddenly.

“Do you wanna stop?” he repeated, his voice somewhat nervous. Matt swallowed and scanned my face.

“No,” I whispered. I wrapped my arms around his neck, taking one of his curls between my fingers.

Matt licked his lips. I could feel his whole body relax, and he leaned closer, ghosting his lips against mine.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” he asked shyly, staring down at my lips. My stomach flipped and felt a strong jumping-like feeling in between my legs.

“I would like that a lot,” I answered, giggling wide eyes. I was so flustered that I was to the point where I laughed at myself.

“Fuck yeah,” he laughed, out of breath. Matt leaned in to kiss me again, this time opening his mouth slightly wider. “Should we go up there?”

He tilted his head towards the bed next us, and I nodded, wrapping my legs around his torso so he could pick me up.

“Mmh… c’mere baby,” he hummed softly, pressing my body against his as he lifted me up and tenderly laid me down beneath him on his bed.

Matt suddenly felt so much bigger than me now that his body was hovering over me. He was straddling my hips, both of his large hands massaging my waist under my (his) shirt while he started leaving wet kisses down my neck.

I arched my back at the feeling of his teeth as they pinched a small spot below my ear, his tongue coming quickly to the rescue to warm up the spot and relieve the pain. My hands were entangled in his soft, somewhat messy curls, caressing his entire head and holding it close to me. I stared at the ceiling, letting my eyes flutter shut any time I heard him groan and felt his hips subtly buck above me.

“How about your shirt, baby?” he asked, nibbling on my ear. I could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, each warm exhale covering my ear and neck. One of his hands slid up my body and grazed the underside crease of my boobs with his fingertips.

“You mean your shirt,” I giggled, rubbing his warm shoulders.

“Okay, my shirt,” he scoffed. “Can I take it off?”

I nodded, sitting up slightly. As soon as his hands lifted the fabric up and over my nipples, I panicked slightly. In no time the shirt was on the floor and Matt’s eyes were tentatively glued to my bare chest.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good…” he mumbled, prying his eyes away from my now nearly naked body. His hands squeezed my hips, lifting them up so he could start grinding against me.

“Matt-“ I gasped. His hot mouth almost immediately attached to my collarbone, his tongue pressing flat against the skin. Meanwhile, I shivered as one of his hands slowly dragged up my waist and tenderly caressed one of my tits. And on top of that, for the first time, I could feel the tent he’d been pitching press into me as he started grinding against my hips with desperation.

I ran my fingers through his hair and lifted my hips up, supported by my heels digging into the soft covers below me. My hands slid down over his shoulder blades, tracing each muscle as I moved them towards my panties. Finally, I managed to wriggle out of them and fling them onto the floor while Matt was sitting on his knees, towering over me. His broad chest moved in and out with each heavy breath he took with his lips slightly agape.

He looked like one of those ancient Greek statues. Each muscle so defined under such smooth, warm skin. Natural posture so relaxed and almost ethereal. I wanted to devour him.

Matt stared at me, the look in his eyes almost anxious but infinitely flustered and filled with lust. In a flash he yanked his flannel pajama pants down to his knees, kicking them off while he crawled on top of me again.!

“Do you like it fast or hard?” he asked me, his voice faltering slightly. He swallowed, looking down at me from above. Matt’s arms were on either side of me, propping his body up as he then got ready to start pulling his boxers off.

“Fast,” I exhaled, though it really sounded more like a moan. Even subconsciously I wanted him to know that right now, I wanted him more than anything.

“‘Course, baby,” he hummed softly, bending his arms like he was doing a pushup so he could peck my lips. I felt him smiling in the kiss. “Do you wanna… get me going?”

He gestured towards his boxers and the hot, throbbing erection beneath them. Without hesitation, I spit in my palm and slipped my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, first untucking his cock from the side and then gently wrapping my hand around it.

Matt immediately whimpered, holding in as much of it as he could while screwing his eyes shut. He felt so warm in my hand… and thick. I could feel a vein or two protruding from the soft skin and made sure to pay a little extra attention to them.

“Fuck,” he hissed, letting his head drop down so he could see what wonders I was working with my hand. He shimmied out of his boxers and now I could see that yes, he was in fact thick. Most definitely thicker than I knew I was used to.

I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. It was intimidating, but still, as I tenderly stroked up and down his length, I only kept thinking of it as something that was making him feel insanely good and not as something that was going to hurt me. It would only hurt for a few seconds.

His breath hitched and he practically threw my hand off him, sitting up again to catch his breath for a moment.

“Jesus Christ,” he laughed, out of breath. Matt raised his eyebrows and smiled. His cheeks were so flushed and it looked like some sweat pearls had begun forming at his temples.

I laid back, watching his muscles shift and flex as he took his glasses off and reached inside one of his dresser drawers for a condom.

As he tore open the package, he looked at me, seemingly getting lost in the sight of me.

I grabbed the hand of his that held the unopened condom and brought it close to my face so that I could kiss it. Then I pushed his hand back towards him so he could do the same, though he looked thoroughly confused.

“What, is that good luck or something?” he chuckled, looking down at his hands and dick as he opened the condom and slid it onto his length.

“It’s tradition,” I said, shrugging. Matt furrowed his eyebrows.

“What tradition?” he scoffed, crawling on top of me.

“Messing with you. I made it up,” I grinned.

He shook his head, adjusting his position and posture while handling his cock, making sure it would slide in easy.

Matt looked up at me through his eyebrows. It was the last look of reassurance before anything was really about to happen. Our lives were about to change forever.

I nodded. I was so desperate for him at this point, I didn’t care if he hurt me at all.

His large hand spread out on one side of my hips, digging into the flesh ever so slightly and likely leaving faint nail marks in my skin. I kept my eyes on him and found him instructing me to take a deep breath in with him. Before he told me to exhale though, he started pushing in.

“Hmmn- ahh!” I half-moaned, half-winced.

“Shh… oh, fuck,” Matt whispered in my ear, letting out a deep moan that’s he’s probably kept inside for a little while.

I let out a groan of discomfort, trying my best to hold it in but ultimately failing. In response, Matt pulled his lips away from my ear so he could get a good look at my face.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, swallowing.

“Mhm,” I hummed, biting my lip. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the feeling of Matt’s fingertips brushing my hair out of my face. “Just give me a minute.”

Matt lowered himself on top of me, beginning to pepper soft, wet kisses on my jaw and neck. His hand massaged my hip and occasionally inched lower to squeeze the soft flesh of my upper thigh.

I kissed him and became lost in his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him close to me. His curls tickled my forehead as we kissed softly. I’d completely forgotten about the fact the he was inside of me; I was so focused on how his lips felt and the fact that I could feel his heart pounding with his chest pressed against mine. Our skin grazed together softly with each breath we took, giving me goosebumps.

“You can start now,” I whispered against his lips. Matt hummed in response, kissing me a little bit deeper as he adjusted the position of his body.

We remained with our lips attached as his hips started to roll back and forth. I could hear Matt whimper every couple of seconds and he kept holding his breath, pulling away from the kiss to exhale into my mouth. The warmth in the pit of my stomach really started to boil up once he started moving, slowly drawing himself out and thrusting back in. I listened carefully to each little sound and breath he made as he moved.

I heard him heavily exhale after swallowing. “S’good…” he whispered, grunting slightly. I moaned, running my fingers in his hair and tugging on it gently.

A loud groan escaped his throat as I did this, encouraging me to do it again. One of his hands suddenly wrapped tenderly around my throat, carefully squeezing my neck. Matt’s head cocked to the side as he opened his mouth and slid his tongue in between my lips.

I let out a soft moan as his tongue slid against mine, exploring the inside of my mouth with hunger and desperation. I let my hands travel from his head and neck down to his body, caressing his waist and pulling him into me. Matt’s hand left my hip, instead moving up to grip the top of the headboard of his bed, holding it to keep it from knocking against the wall each time we moved.

He leaned down to let his forehead rest against mine, staring into my eyes. I stared right back. I’d never seen him without his round silver glasses before, but I knew he had a stunning set of dark green eyes and now I could see each little spec of blue in them as they darted around my face, almost nervously.

His free hand moved to cup one of my tits, rolling his fingers over my nipple to tease the sensitive area. I gasped slightly, arching my back.

“You have no idea how perfect you look right now,” he exhaled.

I couldn’t do or say anything else but smile. I always had that reaction when he complimented me, but I was much more used to him saying something about my clothes or my work. His voice always sounded so deep and smooth; to hear him say my name or something nice about how I looked always sent my blood rushing to my cheeks.

“I’m close,” I whispered, touching his chest.

“Faster?” he hummed.

“Yeah,” I laughed slightly.

Before moving again, he adjusted his position, letting go of the headboard. He propped himself up and licked the thumb of his free hand, before lowering it and using it to massage slow circles around my clit. Matt’s body was hovering above me when he bowed his head to start kissing the crook of my neck. Only then did he start thrusting once more, rolling his hips faster and faster.

The new sensation along with the added pleasure of his fingers working my clit had me in shambles. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan, succumbing to the electrifying, hot sensation that festered throughout my entire body. The pit of my stomach tightened, my legs trembled, my hands gripped anything they could touch. I dig my fingertips into the sheets, his back and shoulders, his biceps, his waist, his scalp. Several times did I pull on his hair like I was holding on for dear life, earning a groan from him each time. I just hoped I wasn’t hurting him.

Matt let out a loud moan. I opened my eyes to see him struggling to thrust at a consistent pace, faltering every few seconds with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth agape. I watched him look down to see himself pumping in and out of me, his eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip tucked under his front teeth.

He whimpered, trying his best to hold his breath. The sight of him rushing toward his own orgasm sent me over the edge. I cried out his name, gasping as every muscle in my body tensed up. The knot in my stomach came undone and I could feel my blood pumping through my body.

Only a moment or two later did Matt’s body shudder and tense up. His muscles flexed as he leaned forward and tried his hardest to keep his hips moving, but he was ultimately overcome by his orgasm as he came, my name spilling from his mouth in the most beautiful way.

I huffed, my body melting into his bed as my legs twitched and trembled. Matt collapsed on top of me, allowing his entire weight to sink into me. His arms were shaking, as if he were shivering. We both laid there for a minute, absorbing each other as we caught our breath.

I think he fell asleep after a minute or two. He was completely relaxed on top of me like a big bag of sand. After a little while, my breaths became forceful, so I had to wake him up.

“Matt,” I hummed, tucking a strand of his hair behind my ear.

He wasn’t sleeping. Matt lifted himself up, smiling down at me. He kissed me, seeming quite shy all the sudden as he had to hold his weight up while he leaned his head down towards me.

“Sorry about these bruises,” he hummed, tracing a circle on the side of my neck.

“You’re not sorry,” I grinned, teasing him.

“I’m not,” he admitted sheepishly. “They look good on you.”

After a few seconds, we sat up and helped clean each other up a little. I could see small red marks in his skin from where my nails dug into his arms and shoulders. While helping each other get dressed again, Matt and I found ourselves a little distracted once more, kissing each other gently and softly as we pulled shirts over our heads. His lips were like air. I almost needed them to breathe.

“Do you wanna finish the movie?” I asked him, massaging his waist underneath his shirt.

“Sure,” he giggled softly.

With that, we snuggled up under the covers in his bed, turning the TV towards us. Matt had me in his arms with my back pressed to his chest and his hand under my shirt, tracing shapes on my skin. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep.

However, at one point, I opened my eyes to find that the TV and lights were off, rendering the room completely dark. Matt was no longer next to me, but it wasn’t long before he came back over to the bed and laid down behind me. His lips softly grazed the crook of my neck. “Good night,” he whispered, before kissing my neck one more time.

“Mm… night,” I mumbled, barely awake. Matt pulled his thick pile of blankets over my shoulder, peppering small pecks of kisses on my neck as I drifted off once again, melting in his warmth.

#i love soft smut #matt stone x reader #matt stone #fanfiction #fluff #x reader #baseketball #fem reader #smut #cannibal the musical #mattrey #fanfic #trey parker #angst #orgazmo

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ceriisehart · 5 months

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No need for words

Word count: 1 400

TW: The grammar is dead

Content: Hurt/comfort? | angst | spoilers

This piece was born thank to a silly little discussion I have with @janitorhutcherson about what type of sport Mike would have played in middle and high school. Eng isn't my first language so I apologize for the mistakes 💀

You were more than familiar with Michael Schmidt. Having both your parents acquainted and living in the same little suburb would do that to you. Playing in each other's garden, climbing trees and chasing imaginary treasure maps. Through the years you had seen him developing a liking to sport, baseball in particular. The way his hazel eyes had lit when both of your fathers had dragged you to a baseball game was still perfectly inked in your mind.

Then, out of nowhere, little Garrett disappeared. You learned it from your parents, who themselves learned from Mike's one. It shocked you. How could that have happened? Being twelve years old, you had been warned many times about the danger lingering and hiding outside. But never could you have thought this was ever going to happen to you. Or someone you knew. All the time you had passed with the Schmidt brothers flashing in front of your eyes. For weeks, you hadn't had news from your friend. Weeks that soon turned into a whole month. You were worried sick, and the back and forth of the police car to the Schmidts house wasn't helping.

And one day, your parents sat you in the living room, dumping the news that Garrett wasn't going to ever be found. You had cried a lot that night. You couldn't start to imagine how Mike was possibly feeling across the street. That was why, the day he officially came back to school you dropped your backpack to your friends feet, not caring one bit about your stuff, to go and hug the boy.

You had tightly gripped his shirt, not ready to let go. You never once asked him how he felt, knowing he was more than likely going to get harassed by classmates and other professors about it. You just made it clear to him that you weren't going anywhere. You assured him that you were always going to be here for him.

You had witnessed first hand the life seeping away from his body. Not even baseball was appealing to him anymore. It was clear that healing would take a while. You were aware of that. Yet you couldn't help but blame yourself for not finding a way to relieve him from his pain.

And the sudden arrival of a new Schmidt didn't help at all. The fear of losing a sibling again had struck Mike head on. He had failed Garrett before, why would it be different this time? He wasn't ready to be an older sibling again. In all his panic, you were grateful. You knew it wasn't how you were supposed to feel, but he had come to you. Just like you would have gone to him. Within all the reshaping Garrett's abduction had done, it had never affected your relationship with the older Schmidt's brother. He had closed himself up to people, except to his inner circle that you were a part of. And this piece of information was making your gloomy day better.

After a few years, you were now in your last year of high school. Thankfully, Mike was doing better. He was enjoying life a little bit more, even though you knew he wasn't healed hundred percent. There wasn't a world where he could forget and forgive himself for what happened. But him wanting to play baseball again was a start you were more than happy to witness. You couldn't wait to go and see him play like you used to.

Both of you were closer than ever. Even though you weren't seen often together at school, people just knew there was no separating you. Everybody knew it, to the point that they were whispering in corridors and back of classes if you and Mike were only just friends. Ambiguity was lying between the two of you making every last one of you friends and classmates doubt your relationship. And even though you had silently decided to not address the matter at hand by pretending you didn't know, you both knew.

Of course something was going on between you two. It wasn't new. Electricity had grown during all this time you had known each other. Both of you were just a little too blind to see it at the beginning. It all eventually made sense one summer night. You were off school, walking aimlessly in your neighborhood in a comfortable silence. The small breeze was brushing through your loose hair, while your hand was brushing against his. Linked pinky soon shaped into intertwined hands as he walked you back home. None of you said a word that night. You knew each other perfectly, both satisfied with what you had. There was no need for words to cross your lips.

So you let the whispers run free in your school. You let people say whatever they wanted. Mike let his teammates teased and taunted him every time they would spot you at their training or official games. You let the rumors slide. Because there was no need to tell the world how it was between you. You were both already aware.

And it all went crashing down when Mike's mother passed away, soon followed by his father. He was alone again with a kid in charge and an awful greedy aunt in his shadow. Still living across the street, having your parents moved away, you had tried to be there for him, like you had promised. But again it seemed like whatever you would do was never enough to ease his mind. Working in the local bookstore, you had offered taking care of Abby for him. Suggestions that Mike had strongly disagreed with, saying you already had enough on your plate. Statement you both knew was false.

He was so stressed out, tired. You worry was back on track in a flash when he came into the bookstore buying a book about dreams and memories. The explanation he gave you did nothing to reassure you. His parents dying had opened an old wound you thought was partially healed. You saw the pills, the debts, the anger rising without knowing how to help. That went on for months until you took the matter into your hands.

Waiting on the small set of stairs in front of the Schmidts door house, twirling your keys, you saw Mike parked his car getting out. Standing up you walked the distance separating you. “Don't worry about Abby, my parents are here, she's with them.” You answered before he got the time to ask. “You're coming with me.” Again you didn't let him have the time to protest, taking his hands in yours, crossing the street to your car shoving him in the passenger seat.

The drive was silent, just like most of your walk were. Nothing had changed you guessed. After an hour or so, you parked into a rather empty parking lot. Getting out of the car, Mike could read “batting cages” lightened in neon color above the entrance of a building.

When you started your journey to the edifice, he followed hot on your heels. Inside you were greeted by the familiar sound of baseball being hit. While you paid for the most far away cage, Mike took in his surroundings. Memories were flooding back in his mind, stopping when you called for him.

Putting on the rented gloves he got inside the cage, muscle memory kicking in as soon as the first ball was sent his way. After two others hit, he knew why you had dragged him here. He needed to get his anxiousness and anger out. So he indulged. And it lasted for two hours. Two hours you spent sitting on the bench watching your neighbor and friend never missing a hit.

Getting out of the cage, he discarded the gloves sitting down next to you, taking the bottle of water you offered him. He was more relaxed now as he took a swing of the water, back against the wall behind you.

“How did we get here.” He almost whispered, putting the bottle down, never looking at you.

Next to him, you examined his features; the sweat rolling down his neck, his hair sticking to his forehead, the sad look in his hazel eyes. Turning your gaze back in front of you, you mimicked Mike leaning your back against the wall.

“I don't know.” was all you answered.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x gn!reader #mike schmidt oneshot #fnaf movie oneshot #mike schmidt angst #🍒ˎˊ library

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neotomiccccc · 7 months

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🐓 Headcanons: Shane's past 🌶️

The following is all just my opinion and personal headcanons on Shane's life before moving to stardew valley :) Marnie remarks in canon that he only moved in a few months before the farmer did, so it seems like a lot went on for him before then!

TWs for: child neglect, alcohol abuse, death, grief, depression, suicidal ideation

LONG POST ..

🐥Childhood🐥

Shane was.. unplanned. His parents had a rather unstable marriage, and no desire for a child. It happened anyway.

Shane's childhood was rocky from day one. Neither parent really wanted to look after him, because neither of them had ever really wanted him. He was often just left to his own devices or to a babysitter.

Both of his parents had an alcohol problem. They would fight over it frequently, and had very unhealthy attitudes toward it.

After their fights, his mother would usually go out drinking, and his father would usually drink and watch TV. Drinking as a way of "coping" was something that Shane was repeatedly exposed to in his youth. He was never really shown any healthy coping mechanisms.

Occasionally, he'd get dropped off at Marnie's when his parents went away for a night or weekend. Shane and Marnie had a good relationship and Marnie grew to regret not being able to have him more often as a child. Shane's parents didn't like to make the trip to Stardew Valley too often, but Marnie wished she could have seen him more.

Other than occasionally taking care of Shane, Marnie and Shane's parents had practically cut ties. Marnie never really got along with her sister and when Marnie realised how terrible a mother she was being, that was the final straw.

At school, Shane didn't have many friends. Since his parents had never bothered to properly socialise him, he had his social anxiety set in very early and found it difficult to interact with other kids at school. Despite not having many friends, he was never really bullied either. Kids sort of instinctively knew not to mess with him.

If his 2nd grade teacher had to describe Shane, they'd have said he was very quiet, reclusive and withdrawn, but was creative with a spectacular imagination.

Throughout his life, Shane brought home consistently average grades. Usually C's and B's, maybe an occasional D here and there.

After school, Shane liked to practice playing gridball. He was always a part of the school gridball team, and his teachers always noted it was the only time anyone saw him come out of his shell.

He would also go home and watch gridball on TV as often as he could. Sometimes his dad would be watching it in the living room with a beer, and Shane would lurk in the corner, intently watching the game too.

Shane's favourite player and hero played for the Zuzu city tunnelers and wore the number 2. He idolised this player and often imagined what it'd be like if this player was his dad instead.

🐔Teenage years🐔

During his teenage years in school, Shane didn't change much. He brought home average grades, stayed quiet and reclusive, and kept out of people's way.

During this time, his egg cracked and he socially transitioned, alleviating a lot of the dysphoria he'd been experiencing. He also came out to his parents, who were almost completely apathetic to it. Shane figured this was a win, it was better if they didn't care.

He continued playing gridball and would go for long runs when he wasn't playing. He gained a good amount of stamina and gained a good amount of muscle mass during this time.

He didn't really speak to or see Marnie during this time. She sent him birthday cards but that was about the limit of their communication.

During this time, he became very close friends with two of his classmates. The trio all loved sports and could be seen training together pretty often.

🐔 16-20 🐔

At this age, Shane became almost totally independent from his parents. He stopped speaking to them completely, and rarely even saw them. He wasn't home much and neither were they.

At high school, he maintained his strong friendship with the two classmates. His two friends became a couple, but Shane was never treated as a third wheel. He was still their best friend and the three did many things together.

Occasionally, Shane would sneak out with them and go for drinks. Despite being young, he would sometimes stay out all night and go to parties.

Shane was formally a member of his high school's gridball team. He was a well loved player and talented at that. His entire team loved him.

Shane fondly looks back on this period as one of the best times in his entire life. He wishes things afterwards could have been different.

🐓Twenties🐓

Straight after high school ended, Shane moved out. More accurately, his parents kicked him out, claiming that he could afford to look after himself.

Because of this, Shane crashed with his two friends for a while. This lasted until he found a job and had enough money to rent a small place.

When Shane was still in his early twenties, one of the two friends became pregnant, and nine months later gave birth to baby Jas. The couple formally made Shane her godfather.

As Jas grew, Shane slowly became involved in her life. Starting in his mid twenties, his friends would sometimes have her stay at Shane's house while they went out. Jas loved Shane a lot, and he would teach her how to play gridball, or let her stay up late to watch movies. He was kind of her cool uncle.

It was on one of these nights that a serious accident took place. Jas' parents were both killed in a freak accident, and Shane's life was changed forever.

It turned out that Shane was the only person who had been named to take custody of Jas should anything happen. He took her in, of course, but he'd never be the same again.

Shane was in a perpetual state of shock. He didn't know how to handle himself. His only close friends were dead, he had to grieve somehow, and now he had to take care of a child that he loved but wasn't prepared for.

The next few years were extremely rough, and one of the worst periods of Shane's life. He started drinking heavily to cope with the loss, having never been shown any other ways of dealing with sadness. He was always kind to Jas, but he had to put in more and more hours at work to sustain the both of them. He'd needed a bigger apartment so that Jas could have extra space, but he couldn't afford the rent and was quickly going bankrupt due to low wages and his brain steadily becoming addicted to alcohol.

Shane had a major breakdown when he realised what was happening to him. He waited until Jas had gone to bed, and broke down sobbing in his apartment for the loss of his friends, the loss of control, the loss of his health, financial stability, and the loss of his entire life.

Shane had become very very depressed - the illness had come on rapidly, and he couldn't bring himself to do basic necessities like brushing his teeth or getting up on time for work anymore. He dreaded becoming like his own parents, but all he saw in the mirror was his mother and father staring right back at him.

At some point, Shane began to consider suicide. It was a nagging thought in the back of his mind, a quick escape. He had no plan at this point, but it was always on his mind.

He hit a breaking point one freezing winter night when he could no longer pay his rent and realised he was going to be evicted, and called the only person that he thought might be able to help him. His aunt Marnie.

Marnie was shocked to hear the deep, gruff voice on the other end of the phone - she hadn't seen her Nephew since he was little, so it was an even bigger surprise when he was standing at her door, with a couple of suitcases, dark, sunken in eyes, straggly hair and a face that could only be described as entirely miserable.

Of course, Marnie welcomed Shane and Jas best she could, and let her nephew know that the new superstore to the right of the village was hiring. Shane quickly applied and started working at Jojamart.

Shane's life became monotone from there, but at least it was stable. At least Jas was safe, and at least he had a job. His depression went untreated and steadily worsened, but you know that...

Little did he know, Shane's life was about to take a dramatic turn one more time when a new farmer would move into town, just north of aunt Marnie's ranch...!

#shaneposting #sdv shane #stardew valley shane #rambling #headcanons #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #i hope you guys liked this lol it feels good to write down my unnecessarily detailed hcs #i try to stick to what the game hints at as much as i can :]#tldr: this man has lived a tragic life

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plutoswrath · 2 years

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𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝟷: 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗

🫧 Working with children, I really want to start making more astro observations on them. I’ve read many theories about ‘children are their moon sign etc’ - which doesn’t have to be wrong btw !! the environment we grow up in really heavily determines what we show and grow into the most after all - but from what I’ve seen so far, especially when they’re younger, they’re all their sun sign to a t.

🫧 When we talk about children it’s important to note that children are all very much in their ‘me me me’ era and that they just at the start of getting socialized. What aspect in their chart will be shown and is evolving is also very dependent on the institution/environment they are in. If you put a child in school, it only makes sense that the 3rd house is heavily triggered since it literally talks about our early socialization process and early education.

🫧 The process of growing more and more into the ascendant (aka the way they are socialized by their close environment) would be ever present, I believe, but ofc, it all starts from home (as almost everything does, right?) and then translates into the way they start behaving and interacting at other places.

🫧 But since my work with children mainly consists out of playing with them and doing sports, I think the vital, expressive and fun loving attitude of the sun shines even more than usual. Not only are young children mainly controlled by their ego, but my work focuses on helping children realize their individual unique skill sets as well, so I do think I get a good glimpse of their purest form of their Sun, 5th house, as well as Mars energy (honorable mentions, Mercury and Venus)

🫧 And let me tell you while we’re at it, I’ve met so many Gemini and Virgo children in my life and nothing compares to the level of articulation both possess. Not to forget the level of skill Gemini children possess from an early age on (and yes Gemini children are the ones who talk the most. It’s not a bad thing though, we as a society should really start listening to children more and nothing means more to Gemini children than showing them that you engage with their words and pay attention). Virgo children are most of the time so easy to be around (often because they early on start adapting to the rules of the adults, sad to see <‘3) + Virgo children are extremely witty, and so are Leo children too. But if you think Virgo children are the ones crying the loudest when rules are broken then I have to disappoint it’s always Libra children throwing the biggest fit if they themselves perceive anything as unjust (which goes beyond going against the rules of a game).

🫧 Also Scorpio children are always in their own world and so are cancer children. While Scorpio children border on the Jupiterian energy of Sagittarius they often have class clown energy too, but despite that, Scorpio and Cancer children are always zoning out at one point. Cancer children have a thing for pouting and giving the silent treatment btw LMAO it’s actually quiet funny they are the children that usually are the shiest at the beginning and retreat easily if something scares them. Their parents are their heaven if something happens. But once Cancer children feel comfortable they are totally led by their water energy. Totally in their own fantasy world and it’s really cute to see. But yeah very hard to read, I’m a Cancer myself and I have the most trouble reading Cancer children even though they all act on the same scheme of ‘one step forward, two steps back’, if anything threatens them they retreat immediately (!). I remember my primary school teacher introducing me to a new classmate and she literally said ‘Luca is like the sea, one minute they’re quiet and still and the next minute they’re wild and loud.’ LOL. If only she knew.

🫧 I observed that Cancer and Pisces children all exude the same mystic energy. Especially cancer children literally will remind you of the moon, it’s the vibe and the looks that they have, they also tend to look a tat sad most of the time, really somber.

Credit: plutoswrath, 2022.

#astrology #Astro musings #zodiac #Astro observations #Astro notes #astrology observations #astrology notes #spiritual community #own

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Love Story

Pairing: Bella Swan x Reader

Warning: Mentions of Edward Cullen

Summary: Bella and her partner skip their school’s winter dance to read books in bed together.

Requested by: @bellboy2107

It wasn't exactly the plan for the evening, Bella and her partner cuddling up on Bella's bed with a book on Bella's lap. Still, neither of them had any reason to complain. They were having a good time as long as they were together.

The original plans for the evening was the Fork's High School winter dance. They had asked their girlfriend to go with them, not with a big public spectacle but by writing the question on the first page of a gift to her. A copy of the Complete Work Of William Shakespeare. They were quite proud of the shy smile that graced Bella's lips when she received the gift and read the note.

But when the evening came and Bella’s partner turned up at her house to pick her up, they could see how uncomfortable Bella was acting. They knew what it was immediately. Their girlfriend often jokes about her clumsiness and hatred of people's attention on her.

"You wanna stay home tonight?" They asked her as Bella went to get a purse.

She looked a little embarrassed at that question. "No! I mean... you wanted to do this. To do the couple thing. And you got me that book, I..."

"The book was a gift." They chuckled, reaching out to take Bella's hand. "Because I love you. And because I love you, I don't want to force you to do something that you hate. So... do you wanna stay here?"

Bella nodded slowly, slowly beginning to smile softly as her partner leaned in to kiss her. Relieved that she weren't going to embarrass herself in front of all of their classmates, she led them up to her room.

***

So they ended up in Bella's room, their girlfriend reading Romeo and Juliet to them as she lay in (Y/N)'s arms. The door was cracked open a few inches, as per Charlie’s request. If (Y/N) listened closely, they could hear whatever sport was playing on the tv downstairs that the man was watching. He had greeted (Y/N) when they had first entered, trusting them with his daughter enough to give them privacy.

The two of them were still in their fancy clothes, although Bella’s lipstick was slightly ruined from kissing. She was currently doing slightly different voices for the characters, smiling as she read the more romantic lines.

(Y/N) couldn't help but crack jokes however. "You know, if I was Romeo, I'd simply... you know... check your pulse? You can really tell the boy is a child from that behaviour."

Bella sighed, but their was a slight grin at her lover's teasing. "My pulse? Does that make me Juliet? And he's not a child, he's only a year younger than we are. He’s just in love, it’s romantic.”

(Y/N) adored Bella’s love of romance. It had been unexpected when they had first gotten together, but incredibly sweet. Still… “You know, Shakespeare don’t even mean for this to be a romance. He wrote this as a warning against romance. You know, because they both die at the end?”

“Is criticisms of Shakespeare the only things you know about about Shakespeare.” Bella laughed, shaking her head.

“I like history.”

“Fun facts aren’t the same as history.”

But (Y/N) just shrugged with a teasing smile. “I like both. And I’ve read a bunch of Shakespeare, I like his stuff. I’m allowed to be critical about things I like.”

Bella knew that, knew (Y/N) was just knowledgeable about that kind of stuff as she was. It was a relief to have someone who liked the same things that she liked. Who didn’t think it was strange.

She used to think she could have that with Edward. But he left, and (Y/N) appeared like a miracle to pick up the broken pieces of Bella’s heart.

When Edward spoke about Romeo and Juliet, he said that he’d kill himself when she died. But when (Y/N) first mentioned it, weeks before the evening of the dance, they just joked that Bella needed to act extra dramatic at their funeral. Black veil and handkerchief, is what they told her. It had made Bella giggle, so unlike the worry she felt when Edward spoke about suicide.

Her life was so much better now that (Y/N) was her partner. Bella hadn’t quite realized how trapped she had felt with Edward. Trying so hard not to be too much, or not enough. She didn’t have to worry about that with (Y/N), even about something like the school dance that they had spoken about with such excitement.

“I’m sorry about that dance.” Bella whisper to them, still feeling a little guilty.

But (Y/N) just chuckled, kissing their girlfriend’s forehead. “Don’t be. We still have prom, right?”

The brunette nodded, knowing how important prom was. Promising herself that prom would be perfect for both of them. “I’ll have to learn how to dance.” She told (Y/N).

“I’ll teach you.” They responded sleepily. “We have plenty of time. It’ll be fun.”

“Sure.” Bella doubted that, imagining the amount of times she would step on her partner’s toes.

But (Y/N) wasn’t swayed. “I will. Romeo and Juliet will wish they could be us.”

***

As Charlie went to bed, he peered into Bella’s room to make sure she and (Y/N) weren’t staying up late. But the two of them were asleep, holding each other close.

He left them to rest, smiling to himself. Glad to finally see his daughter so happy again.

#twilight x reader #twilight #twilight bella x reader #twilight bella #twilight Bella swan #bella swan x reader #Bella swan #bella x reader #Bella #bella cullen #Bella Cullen x reader

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panicatthediaz · 1 year

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So, here we are, my good people. Proper Stranger Things fanfic. Asexual Eddie Munson content nobody asked for, eventual Steddie, Dustin is also going to be a prominent figure soon enough. [Part 2]

@madaboutmunson @lamburrito @benjaminrussell @bigfootsmom @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @dijkstraspath @swiftiebuckleys [Let me know if you want to be tagged!]

Pin a String to My Chest – 1

Introspection

Some people thought Eddie was just... oblivious. Which, well, was true, sometimes, he couldn't deny that. But it was mostly a... lack of interest, he supposed, in the way the population of Hawkins went about their business.

Popularity, sports, relationships, religious belief...

Hell, Eddie was lucky if he could go a day without losing track of time in at least one of his classes at school. Music and his D&D campaigns were often pretty good distractions throughout his days. School was boring, sue him.

He'd always known there was something different in him, in certain ways. It wasn't anything that bothered him, so he never really talked about it. Not for a long time.

Not until his classmates started talking about girls and crushes, and he was left staring at them like they'd lost their minds. Was he the only one who thought there were more interesting things to do than sucking face?

The thing was, though, Eddie Munson wasn't against being with someone. But with a relationship, came certain expectations he knew he couldn't meet. Didn't want to meet. So it was easier to just... not be in one.

(He didn't necessarily have a preference as to who his potential partner could be, either, and when Wayne had given an accepting and very inclusive Talk, he'd decided that men also had a ridiculous amount of expectations, and that was also easier to just ignore.)

So, for the most part, he played dumb; he warded off advances after a show, directing them to a member of Corroded Coffin that was currently single—usually most of them—or telling them he was taken, or that he was just leaving, or any other excuse that seemed most believable at the time.

For the most part, it worked. He never gave the real number for the trailer to anyone that wasn't a friend, and he always ignored the ones he was given despite trying to send these people away.

It was nice and easy. He could show his friends the affection he had to give instead.

His flamboyant personality helped keep the people of Hawkins away, and he had other things to focus on as well.

It was fine. It was enough.

#asexual Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Stranger Things fic #Eddie Munson fic #ace!Eddie Munson #asexuality #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #(sorry this is just to make sure I have most tags in one place)#(steddie is gonna happen eventually)#wereswriting

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ricesoupremacy · 1 year

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have a seat child lemme tell you a tale

ok so we’re doing this

@thepermanentscowl i'm just going to post this here because...no one looks at my blog anyway lmao and i don't care

i'm just going to pray i don't look back at this and regret telling you embarrassing shit but fuck it we ball and also i trust you.

warning: this is probably going to read like a shitty cringy school fanfic (look i have girl friends who use wattpad so i am cursed with knowledge okay) but this is absolutely 100% true.

warning #2: there’s a lot of meandering but i won’t apologise because. it’s my story and i’ll tell it however i want.

warning #3: if it seems like it gets a bit dramatic towards the end it’s because i got sad.

overall warning: very long. unedited. full of random shit. read at your own risk.

ANYWAY prepare yourself to read a love story better than romeo and juliet, than jack and rose, than even twilight. prepare to read the most beautifully tragic romance ever.

where do i begin.

Ok so when I was in fifth grade, I had the misfortune of somehow landing in the worst class an idiot child like me could end up in. I was never the “quiet kid”- on the contrary, I was always the one jumping on tables and getting sent out of class- but being with people like my classmates made me a Sad Boi for a whole year. You know, 10-11 year-old kids who’d just realised romance was a thing and who felt the need to incorporate it into every aspect of their dumb almost-middle-school lives. Every day was ‘OoOOHhHh wHo dO yOu LiKe’ or ‘oOOOhHHh wHo ArE yOu LoOkInG aT’. I couldn’t really blame them for getting over-excited, maybe I was just boring for my age. Anyway, I morphed into a kid who spent his lunch breaks sneaking books from the senior library and consulting a mini Oxford dictionary whenever I was in doubt, which was often.

It wasn’t just the teasing that got on my nerves, it was that my classmates were those pre-adolescents who’d later grow up into those wannabe Am-EHRIK-en teenagers- thinking they were so cool and sporting superior ‘Oh you don’t watch so-and-so hot boy’s Youtube channel? How saa-yad.’ airs that made me want to gag. I digress but whatever.

Needless to say, the Oxford Pocket dictionary was my best friend that year.

From a kid who ran into school bright-eyed and beaming every day, I turned into one who dreaded the prospect of entering a class with fresh hormone charged, irritating-beyond-words kids who were more concerned about some low-life’s Youtube tutorials than playing Tag. I did not care about next year. I was going to stay a silent emo kid planning murder at the back of my class forever. Was…what I thought.

___

I hadn’t even bothered to look at my 6th grade class list properly when we went for the end-of-the-year PTM. I was mildly surprised that I’d been shifted to a class with a completely different set of kids, many of whose names were unfamiliar. It’s probably going to be a repeat of last year, I thought. Whatever, just keep your head down and find something good to read. And let them think you’re the snooty class-topper who looks down on everyone else. You don’t care what they think of you, anyway.

Those were the sunshiny thoughts running through my head when I walked through the corridors on the first day of sixth grade, ignoring the kids running around and chattering happily with their friends, completely oblivious of the fact that one of those kids was running way too fast without looking- in my direction. Next thing I knew, I felt a body slam into me, knocking me to the ground. I fell on my school bag, the other kid fell on top of me. He immediately got up, but I barely saw him. I was too busy opening my bag to check if my books were okay- and they were, by some miracle. No damage. It was only when I breathed a sigh of relief that I became aware that some kids were asking if I was alright, and the boy who had run into me was apologising profusely and looking very guilty. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at the boy warily. Wildly curly hair, glasses askew, shirt untucked. He looked like one word- trouble. ‘It’s fine’, I said to him. ‘I’m fine. Stop saying sorry.’ He looked relieved.

I got up and began to walk to class. The boy fell into step beside me, and said ‘You’re Arya, right?’

I looked at him, surprised. ‘Yes…how do you know my name?’

He seemed excited for some reason. ‘Um, I saw you at the inter-house Spell-Bee last year. You were really cool. I didn’t even know half the words,’ he grinned.

I looked at him properly for the first time. He came to my shoulder, he had brown wide eyes, and he spoke really fast and animated, like an RJ.

I found myself grinning back at him. He had the most infectious smile.

‘I’m Vishwesh!’ he said very excitedly.

‘Sounds like “fish”’ was the first, highly intelligent thought that I blurted out and immediately hated myself for saying. What the hell, I thought. WHO SAYS THAT TO SOMEONE THEY JUST MET?!

Vishwesh stared at me. Then he laughed. ‘You’re right, it does. Hey, you can call me that if you want.’

I was confused. ‘Sure? You want to be called Fish?’

‘It sounds funny. I’ve never had a funny nickname. And we’re in the same class.’

We were? What a coincidence. At least there seemed to be one guy I could be friends with.

Fish walked me to our class, talking about last night’s cricket match that I hadn’t watched. I decided that I liked his voice. A little higher than most boys our age, frequented by voice cracks. His constant stream of chatter was weirdly soothing. I usually got really annoyed by people who didn’t know when to shut up (still do btw).

We climbed up the last flight of stairs and stood at the doorway. I stared.

The first thing I saw was a boy standing on a table and scream-singing “Thunder” while a bunch of other guys ran around him like they were summoning a spirit. The second thing I saw was a group of girls throwing a tennis ball at each other. One of them threw it a bit too hard (obviously, an accident. Obviously.), and it sailed out of the class and hit our (female) chemistry teacher- who was flirting with our (male) biology teacher- right in the face. The chem teacher stormed into class yelling at the girl (who was making a heroic effort not to laugh), while the bio teacher took the opportunity to go pasta la vista, and the demonic chanting of “thu-thu-THUNDAH” just grew louder. It was the most chaotic scene imaginable. Fish looked at me and chuckled. ‘Better get used to stuff like this.’

I almost shed tears of joy.

I’d finally found my people.

___

Surprising most people including myself, Fish and I got along like a house on fire. Classic anime trope- short idiot delinquent boy who’s actually really nice becomes besties with the tall brooding introverted topper (not to bRaG). We bonded. Even though we were…different. He was fun. And he brought back the dying fire of fun in me.

I also became pretty close to the aforementioned Thunder-boy and Tennis-ball-girl- their names were Tanmay (yes, that guy with the plane and bomb knowledge) and Nadia. Who were. Also grade toppers. Somehow.

Apparently Fish had joined the previous year and had become fast friends with Tanmay. The kids in their section hadn't been shuffled at all, except for me. I was the only one who didn’t already know everyone. But that changed pretty quick. Everyone was so friendly and welcoming, it felt like I’d known them for ages. Especially Fish (which is what I ended up calling him all the time).

Initially, I got the feeling Tanmay disliked me (he did). I felt this hostile energy radiating off him whenever Fish started fanboying about Eminem to me. I guessed he felt a bit put out that his best friend had betrayed him, but it’s not like he completely ignored Tanmay. I tried talking to him too, but I was often snubbed. Idiot. Anyway, I soon used his weakness (Imagine Dragons) to charm my way into his heart and boom, Tanmay suddenly loves me. The three of us became a really tight friend group. But Fish and I always did practically everything together.

I guess it was because we complemented each other really well. Fish was absolutely reckless, and he needed moi to make sure he didn’t kill himself (mom energy lol). I’d grown too withdrawn, and he helped me loosen up. And we both loved cricket.

Once, we were hanging out near the school swimming pool. It’s open and the adjoining compound opens into the school owner’s mansion. The brick wall that separates the school and house isn’t high, but no nut would dare trespass.

Except my nut best friend.

He was trying to show me this trick with his ID card, and accidentally flipped it too high. It sailed over the wall and onto the owner’s manicured lawn. We both looked at each other. Before I could say, “Don’t even think about it,” Fish had taken his shoes off and hauled himself up with the agility of a small monkey, and jumped to the other side. I held my breath and waited, and soon his head popped up over the wall, followed by the rest of his body. He sat there and swung his legs, and we realised that he’s made a Miscalculation. See, the owner’s plot was a level higher than the school ground level. So he could jump to the other side, no problem. But he couldn’t jump back to this side without breaking his ankles. So he had to carefully turn and feel for a foothold on the brick wall while hanging precariously by his fingers.

Climbing down a wall is often a much more terrifying ordeal than climbing up one, especially for a barely five foot tall child. He tried to act cool but I could see his hands tremble. Fish’s foot was just a few centimetres above a hold he couldn’t see. He gingerly placed one foot on it. Then the other.

Then he slipped.

I caught him.

I staggered back, but somehow, somehow, I didn’t lose my balance and fall and kill us both. I set him on his feet.

He beamed and waved the retrieved ID like a medal. ‘Mission accomplished.’ I laughed.

‘Thanks, dude. I thought I was gonna die. When the hell did you get so strong?’ He punched my shoulder.

‘I’m not strong, you’re just small,’ I grinned and ruffled his hair.

Fish scowled. ‘How dare you insult me? I’m not small, you guys just grow abnormally fast.’ He said that in a highly offended voice, but he was smiling.

‘Who said I was insulting you? Being short isn’t a bad thing, you know,’ I was still grinning at him. ‘Short people are cute.’ And with that I slapped his back (not gently). He howled with pain, scowling at me when I laughed at him. In revenge, he pulled my cheeks really hard. Normal affectionate guy behaviour. I almost threw him into the pool, but a P.E teacher caught us and took us to the headmistress for “causing a ruckus”.

The consequences when she found out Fish had climbed into the owner’s compound were…not pretty. I was let off because I didn’t technically do anything lol.

I don’t know why I typed out that (painful) incident but I just remembered and it was funny. And it proves the point of Fish being An Idiot who would do anything without hesitation. We did a lot of shit together. Good times.

Sixth grade was really fun, it helped me go back to being the silly kid I had always been. Even the girls weren’t jerks like the ones in my old class, they were really chill and funny. Before I knew it, the academic year had ended.

Through that summer, I desperately hoped I would have the same classmates. Sometimes my school would shuffle random classes, and the teachers had threatened our Very Disciplined Class that we’d all be separated in seventh because no one could handle such “hooligans”. I don’t know why they would say that. We were absolute Sweet Children™. Anyway, the gods must’ve taken pity on me because there was absolutely no shuffling in seventh, except one new girl who’d joined that year, and she was nice enough. I was over the moon.

Teasing and shipping was prevalent even in sixth, but it was never beyond a limit. I didn’t care about it.

If it was even possible, Fish and I grew closer that year. Both of us had grown, but I was still taller. I was one of those kids who shot up in middle school but stayed the same height after that, while all the other guys grew taller than me in high school. Sad.

___

There was a sort of cult that started in sixth and continued in seventh- the Percy Jackson cult. Everyone in my class was reading it, almost at the same pace. I started reading it late, so by the time I was done with The Last Olympian, most kids were already on The House of Hades. But I was fast, and I was catching up.

Since everyone was reading pretty much together, they all reached one scene in HOH before me. And that scene created a HUGE uproar.

I remember walking into class from the bathroom one morning, and Tanmay ran to me like Sonic and yelled ‘DUDENICOLIKESPERCY’.

‘What?’ I said. ‘Nico? The Hades kid?’ I still hadn’t started HOH.

‘YEAH, HE HAS A CRUSH ON PERCY. LIKE, HE’S IN LOVE WITH HIM.’

‘Oh,’ I said. ‘Okay.’

To be honest it didn’t exactly shock me or anything. That a guy could like another guy. I didn’t understand why Nico would like Percy of all people but hey, I get it. Percy is Percy. Apparently the Cupid scene became the most disliked part of the books, because soon everyone was cussing at him and crying over Nico. Someone engraved “FUCK EROS” on the wall. I visited my old class a few months ago, and it’s still there. Nico was a really popular character in my class so. I guess the reaction was understandable?

‘Hey, stop spoiling it for him!’ Nadia (best girl friend) scolded Tanmay. ‘He barely started Heroes of Olympus, how would he understand the context?’

‘Wait, but Percy’s still dating Annabeth, right?’ I asked. They nodded. ‘So…it’s a one-sided crush? That’s…sad.’

‘I knowwww, right?’ Nadia sighed. ‘I hope he gets a boyfriend by the end. My poor boy deserves it.’

‘Apparently he dates Will Solace,’ Tanmay added very helpfully, before either of us could stop him. ‘And what do you mean, “my poor boy”? He’s older than all of us, he’s not your son.’

Will Solace, the Apollo kid? Damn, I thought, while Nadia and Tanmay started fighting over spoiling stuff before reading them yet again.

‘Anyway, did you expect that? Nico being gay?’ Tanmay seemed unable to let this very interesting topic go. ‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘I got the impression he liked Annabeth.’

Tanmay was going to say something, but Fish entered the class just then. He ran to him and repeated the question with the same enthusiasm. Fish didn’t really seem to care; he was more worried about a math test he did not know was going to take place until two minutes ago.

He walked straight to me and asked me to write all the formulas for the chapter on the board and explain some tough sums to him. ‘Why do you always ask Arya for help with homework and stuff?’ Tanmay raised an eyebrow.

Fish and I blinked at him. ‘Be-cuhhhhhhs he’s smart?’

‘Well, so am I!’ Tanmay said indignantly.

‘Are you seriously jealous?’ I snorted. T glared at me. ‘Even…even Nadia’s smart, why don’t you ask her?’

Fish looked at Nadia. ‘Uhh she is, but, I don’t know?’ He grinned. ‘Are you jealous?’

Tanmay was considering the both of us carefully. ‘Nope.’

‘Great,’ Fish said, pulling me to the whiteboard and shoving a marker into my hand. ‘Then let me get the help I need to pass.’

___

Middle school boys have the irrational urge to seem cool physically (for the girls or for their own egos, who knows), which is why arm wrestling became a favourite pastime at some point. Teacher disappears for five seconds, you suddenly have an arm wrestling ring in the middle of the classroom.

I took part in them too. I guess that moment when the back of your opponent’s hand makes contact with the table filled me with some sort of heady joy because I wasn’t necessarily the strongest guy in class. I’ve heard girls snicker that arm wrestling is just an excuse for guys to hold hands and I wonder if that’s true lol. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t.

I don’t know if my feelings for Fish were purely platonic at this particular point, or ever. I don’t think I’ll ever know.

Some people talk about a moment when they “fall in love”. I don’t know if I believe that. I don’t know if it’s actually possible. But I guess this is close enough for my “at that moment…I knew”.

It was a free period. I was arm wrestling with Fish. The class was cheering. I was winning easily.

Fish was frowning from exertion. ‘Damn it,’ he panted. ‘Have some pity on me.’

‘If you’re going to try and distract me, it won’t work.’

‘You’re clearly winning, there’s no point anyway, Ari.’

‘Ari?’

‘Heh, like Ariana Grande, no?’

‘“Ari” means “rice” in my mother tongue.’

‘Then we make a pretty good South Indian meal together, eh?’ (Rice and fish curry. Both of us are South Indians)

I smiled, but said nothing, just concentrating on his arm inching closer to the table with every passing second.

And then he did something that knocked the breath out of my lungs.

He said my name.

Okay I- I know that sounds crazy. Fish must have said my name a gazillion times before. But somehow…when he said it then…the world stopped for me. I know it sounds cheesy as hell. But. Just. The way he said it. The way he just quietly said ‘Ah-Ree-Ah’ as if to himself, those three ordinary syllables that made my name, as if he was trying out their taste on his tongue and he wasn’t sure what to make of it, as if he was trying to see if it sounded special, as if he was trying to find something in it-

I went still, boisterous class and stupid wrestling match be damned. I stared at him as a shiver ran down my spine and something went tight in the base of my neck. He hadn’t noticed. He was able to gain on me, slowly pushing my arm down as my grip and my concentration wavered. The class whooped at this plot twist, oblivious to my internal panic.

But it only lasted a second.

I pushed down viciously and slammed his arm onto the desk as my friends erupted into cheers. Fish winced slightly and flashed his signature lopsided grin at me. ‘Good match, dude. You work out or something?’ He joked.

He didn’t seem to know what he’d done to me. For one second, I hated him with an intensity I hadn’t felt in a while. For one second only. Then I was flexing my wrist and laughing with him like nothing happened.

___

I guess some part of my brain had dimly registered that this was probably what kids were constantly snickering about- a crush. Did I have a crush on my best friend? When did this happen?? I wasn’t sure what to do with that information. I wasn’t sure it even mattered.

Maybe I was just a tiny bit more jumpy around him now that I was maybe sort of aware. Maybe I was a tiny bit scared. Of what? I wasn’t sure. Of him? Of myself?

I didn’t care.

He was still my dumb best friend. We still hung out. Nothing mattered. Nothing was ever going to change. And I didn’t mind that. As long as I could laugh at him making a fool out of himself and help him with math and create stupid games together, I didn’t mind.

It wasn’t going to make a difference.

___

Around the middle of the academic year, I began to notice a slight change in Fish’s behaviour. He started being more…touchy-feely? I mean, most guys in middle school (and forever after that too, actually) have zero regard for personal space around each other. Drape your arms around your bro’s shoulder, he won’t mind. But now it was different. Maybe it was because I liked him and hence was hyper-aware of every tiny thing he did, but I noticed. For starters, he jumped on me. Literally jumped onto me from behind. A lot. Then I’d give him a piggyback ride to wherever. As bros do. I thought I would get used to it but he always managed to take me by surprise and almost kill me lol. And there were other things. He’d grab my wrist or my arm a lot.

As the year went on, the stomach-somersaulting sensations got worse. And I think sometimes, I ended up staring at him like an idiot without realising it. Embarrassing.

I don’t know what Tanmay is made of, but man figured out something was up very quick. I finally worked up enough courage to talk to him because I was a confused muddle of emotions and I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

I told him I thought I might like Fish. Yes, might like. I think even though I’d sort of accepted it, I didn’t necessarily want it to be true, if that even makes sense. I was in denial, basically.

T listened to me rant and stutter without a word. Then he asked me a really simple question that I couldn’t believe I hadn’t considered earlier- ‘Do you feel the same way around Vishwesh the way you do around other guys? Like me, for example?’

Of course I didn’t.

‘Dude,’ Tanmay wasn’t even trying to hide his smile. ‘You like him.’

I said something intelligent like ‘Uh. No. I mean, maybe. I don’t know. Shit. I don’t know. At all.’

Tanmay rolled his eyes. ‘Okay, I was wrong. You like him a lot,’ he corrected helpfully.

I consider myself lucky to have him as my friend.

___

Tanmay promised not to tell anyone, but with the way I was acting and with the way Fish was suddenly…different somehow, other kids caught wind of something. They talked. And, yeah, we were shipped. Kind of. I didn’t like it only because Fish got all uncomfortable and then he’d get mad. He stopped jumping onto me like a monkey. He stopped sitting near me. All that, I could deal with. Quite honestly, I didn’t blame him for that.

Then he stopped talking to me.

He’d straight up ignore me. And obviously, that made everyone talk more.

There was a new girl I mentioned, who joined our class that year? Suddenly, she became besties with him. And he’d always talk to her very pointedly while she giggled and shit. I don’t care that this is the jealousy plot of every gay romance ever- I was burning with jealousy.

If he wanted to play like that, fine. I didn’t give a damn.

I ignored both of them pretty well.

I was angry. I was angry at him for caring so much about what we looked like that he found the need to convince other people there was nothing between us. If there wasn’t, then what was the point anyway?? Was our friendship really that fragile that one barely considerable “rumour” reduced us to strangers trying to get each others’ attention by not giving each other any attention?

And then there was the girl. She was fine when I first met her, but maybe I was just pissed off in general, but she started to piss me off more. That was probably unfair because she didn’t even do anything except talk to him when she knew I was looking.

Tanmay seemed very amused that I didn’t know what was really going on. ‘She likes you, duh.’

‘She what now?’

‘Classic girl trick. Give your best friend more attention than you to make you jealous.’

‘That…is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.’

‘It’s girl stuff.’

‘I don’t get girls.’

‘Yeah I can see that,’ he laughed. I glared at her. I saw her blush and that made me angrier. She did make me jealous- jealous of her.

‘You need to stop hating on her.’

‘It’s her fault.’

‘You know that’s not true.’

‘I know…I just…this all sucks.’

‘Maybe you should stop being such a jelly little boi.’

‘I am not being a “jelly little boi.’

‘Don’t lie to meeeeee, someone’s jellyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-’

‘Please stop-’

‘aRi’S JeLLyYyYyYyyYyy- wait. Oh. My. God.’

‘What?’

‘I just realised…if you’re jelly…and he’s…Fish…’

‘Oh my god don’t you dare-’

‘The both of you make JELLYFISH AHAHAHAHAHAHA-’

‘I hate you.’

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So. Yeah. Nothing really improved after that. Fish still avoided me like the plague. I caught him looking at me sometimes. I pretended not to notice. But on the inside…I missed him so much it physically hurt. I didn’t get why shit had to be so complicated. I wished everything would magically go back to the way it was.

Tanmay still hollered “JELLYFISH” at us sometimes. He liked to embarrass us that way. Maybe it was his way of trying to get us to laugh about dumb shit and talk again. I appreciate it, but it never worked.

Until the last day.

I will never understand why I chose that day of all days to confront him. What a crazy coincidence.

10th March, 2019.

Home time.

Kids were walking out of their classes, bags slung on their shoulders, happily going home. Like any other day after school ended.

Fish was walking out, too. I watched him. He resolutely turned the other way, his footsteps measured.

I couldn’t take his shit any more.

I grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around to face me.

He was still shorter. His eyes, wide and brown, didn’t sparkle with mischief the way they did when I first looked into them.

I yelled at him. I shouldn’t have. But I yelled into his face about how he was acting like a dick and how I just wanted to be friends again and how he was acting stupid and it felt like he didn’t care about me at all and that I trusted him and if the thought, the thought grossed him out so much, that he and I could be-

I ran out of air. I just looked at him wordlessly. I didn’t know who I was angry at.

He looked back. He didn’t have anything to say either.

His silence infuriated me more than anything he could have said. I was about to turn away-

when he caught me. He caught my arm. The way he used to.

I froze.

I couldn’t breathe.

The sound I heard next shattered the horrible silence…and my heart. (dramatic music intensifies)

Fish sobbed like the world was going to end.

He was clutching me tight, so tight it hurt. The front of my shirt was wet- with his tears. I felt dizzy. What the heck was going on? If anyone should be crying, it should be me-

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered into my shirt. ‘I’m so fucking sorry, Arya. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sorry.’

I can still hear him say those words, clear as day.

The next thing I knew, we weren’t hugging anymore. The image of his tear-streaked face was plastered in my mind as I staggered out of school and walked home, the only depressed soul amidst a crowd of cheerful middle school kids.

That was the last time I ever saw him.

Because the next day, school announces shutdown due to a positive COVID-19 case on our street. And that shutdown was followed by a nationwide one.

Idiot messages me two days later saying he’s moving away to another country and he didn’t want to tell me because he was being an asshole and he felt miserable overall.

I wasn’t even sure I was angry anymore. I was so tired of being angry at him. I was…sad I was the last one to know. I was sad he was moving away. Sad that things seemed to end like this.

We never really talk about that. I don’t know if we’re pretending it never happened, or we’re just acknowledging that neither of us really knew what the heck we were doing. Stupid middle school shit.

We talk now, and I don’t like him like that anymore. Out of sight, out of mind and all that I guess.

That doesn’t stop me from wondering What if? though.

#i don't know how to end this #but uh #yeah #ngl i got pretty sad by the end it still hurts lol #but ehh it happened years ago #i'm gonna go eat now

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zyrafowe-sny · 8 months

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Thanks for the tag, @grey-automa!

EDIT: I think @violet-prism-creatively also tagged me in this a very long time ago (had to do some digging in my Tumblr notifications).

were you named/named yourself after anyone?

My middle name is my maternal grandmother's first name. All of her children (my uncle included) had her first name as their middle name, and a good chunk of her grandkids do too.

when was the last time you cried?

A few months back when I was visiting a place I knew I wouldn't return to again in a while - I was a combination of extremely overheated, hormonal, frustrated with people with me, nostalgic, and overcome by the passage of time. I don't think I cry all that often, but enough happened to stack at once that it came out as tears.

do you have kids?

I have roommates who are significantly shorter and younger than me.

do you use sarcasm a lot?

Never ever

what's the first thing you notice about people?

This feels like a question Spencer Tracy asked Katharine Hepburn in Desk Set.

Uhh... rough relative height/age? whether they are trying to actively engage with me or are just going about their day?

what's your eye colour?

dark brown

any special talents?

I can read non-technical English with solid comprehension faster than most people I've encountered (back in high school, I could read the same short story twice in the time we were given in class to read it once, and I always need to wait for my partner to catch up when we're reading the same thing).

scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I guess? Not a big fan of scary movies.

where were you born?

about an hour from where my parents lived because they were paranoid and wanted a bigger hospital (my mom was considered old for a first-time mom at *gasp* 30 and they had trouble getting pregnant)

what are your hobbies?

I got back into writing fanfic after a long hiatus (thanks to Thanks to Them). I also sing in a community choir. There was a stretch when I was a little more outdoorsy (though never hardcore), but that's scaled back substantially.

have any pets?

Don't feel up for the responsibility right now. Maybe someday - my living situation is more pet friendly than it used to be - but I'm already drowning in home stuff and don't think a pet would help.

I did have a dog as a kid, but he passed away fairly young when I was in middle school.

what sport do you play/have you played?

I did marching band all through high school, if that counts. I like to ski but it's expensive and a 3-5 hour drive in reasonable weather. I don't ice skate nearly as much as I probably could/should (not sure where my skates are). My partner and I took some sea kayaking lessons once upon a time and I'd like to try that again, but it's not cheap and would be hard to fit in our schedules.

how tall are you?

5'7"

favourite subject at school?

That all depends so much on the teacher and exact class. I really enjoyed my high school physics/AP Physics teacher and even considered a major in physics/astro along with a social science major (am a hopeless generalist), but really didn't like my professors or classmates in college. (I have any regrets that I didn't push through because I like the notion of more women in STEM, but oh well.)

My favorite class as an undergrad was probably anthro of food - it had interesting readings and I got to interview people for a research paper (probably my favorite college assignment).

In grad school, I took a great class on human rights that's colored how I see many policy issues.

dream job?

I wish I knew.

I like: being useful, asking questions, figuring out answers to questions/analyzing things, figuring out how to best communicate answers to things, switching between more quantitative and qualitative work, being able to be just the right amount of stimulated between the work itself and/or any background media, being able to body double (I do well with cubicles/shared offices and less well when I'm in a room by myself), working more on deliverables than project/people management and presenting, and getting several-hour blocks when I'm allowed to just focus and only be interrupted by the most urgent fires.

I might have burned out badly in a past job when also going through some other personal stuff.

I'll be job hunting for the first time in a while probably inside the next year, and am dreading it.

no pressure tagging: @abstract-moth @thegrimshapeofyoursmile @enigma-the-mysterious/@sir-ballister-boldheart @childlikegoblinqueen @sercezgazety

And of course anyone else who wants to.

I turned off reblogs because some of this information approaches personally identifying, but feel free to copy-paste the questions into your own post!

#thanks for the tag!

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malfaith · 8 months

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Lucius's Treatment of his Family

Lucius's skills as a parent, as portrayed in fandom, are generally all over the place. I'm very a little sensitive about this, as I feel he's villainized in ways that directly contradict what we see of him, and I don't do that. Here's the post about how Lucius treats his family (primarily focused on Draco here).

Lucius loves his family. Family is as a value very important to him, and frankly he loves his wife and son. A lot. Lucius is an all or nothing kind of guy.

Lucius is very involved in Draco's life . . . applying pressure. Draco is his heir and Lucius has very high expectations for him in all walks of life. He wants him to get fantastic grades, he wants him to make friends with all the right people, and he wants him to be the best at what he does (even if Lucius thinks sports is distracting from Draco's education).

Lucius is very susceptible to begging, pleading, and whining when Draco wants something. He feels his son should have the best of everything and usually also whatever he wants. Complaining about a Mudblood beating him in exams? Why don't we try murder. Hippogriff problems? Get rid of it. If Draco is upset about something, Lucius is probably doing something about it.

For Lucius, the personal is political. Narcissa and Draco are brought to dinner, to charm foreign wizards, and expected to play a part in his machinations. The idea of a front-facing facade is deeply important to him and he (tries) to train Draco in it.

Lucius lets Draco use magic at home, with his wand, while underage.

To Lucius, words are empty and often meaningless, and he usually only puts on the charm when he wants something. This can lead to him being callous and/or dismissive and/or just mean. His actual feelings are visible in his actions. He mostly just . . . expects his family to know that he loves them because they're his family.

Lucius is capable of being emotionally responsive when he's being attentive, and can be very romantic and sweet. He's secretly kind of a romantic. He can get self-absorbed though. Lucius goes by his whims here.

Lucius would absolutely try his best to always redirect Voldemort's rage away from his family, even if that means hurting him instead. Usually it's subtle, but sometimes it's more obvious. Watching his family get hurt is more painful to Lucius than getting hurt himself.

His disappointment in Draco post-war revolves around Draco being a Bad Death Eater. He can't kill people(!) and he doesn't want to hurt his classmates(!) and he doubts blood purity(!!). Terrible, a failure on Lucius's part, and absolutely pathetic. Fixing the Vanishing Cabinet was definitely a "that's my boy" moment though.

Lucius has an irregular "work" schedule. He's a #girlboss, forever on the grind, etc etc. He sometimes "works" long weeks trying to get things done or push through legislation, which is most obvious in the '70s when he's splitting his time between the Ministry and the Death Eaters.

I remember reading a post where someone was like, "at twelve Draco was like 'kill all Mudbloods', what the fuck was he hearing at home?" and what he was hearing at home was kill all Mudbloods, shame the Dark Lord fell, the lesser wizards are trying to take away what is rightfully ours as pure bloods, Muggles are filth (and hurting them is funny), and Murder Is Okay. Lucius is a bad person who hurts other people for fun and profit and is trying to impart his skills onto Draco.

Lucius doesn't like punishing Draco, so he . . . just doesn't. It makes him feel bad, even though he sort of feels like he should because he himself was abused punished harshly by his own father. The only time he'd ever do it was when Draco did something that put himself in danger.

#DON'T SAY WHAT YOU MEAN DON'T EVER COME CLEAN / headcanon.

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polyphonical · 2 months

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Red Hot Island - Chapter 1

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???: .......

Location: Starmony Dorm Room (Makoto, Adonis, Chiaki's Room)

Chiaki: …Nn

…Where am I? (-- Aah… Right. This is my room in the dorms…) (Haha. Even if it was only for a moment, I can’t believe I forgot how the room I’ve been living in every day looks like.) (The dream I had was so nostalgic… I think that’s why my head got all confused when I woke up.) (There was something like that, huh… I completely forgot until I had that dream.) (I wonder if he remembers it… That small promise we made in that white room.) (That promise we made while watching our classmates going to the pool. Happily, and full of excitement, despite how hot the summer heat was.) (Well… It’s hard to say that promise was made with the purest intent. It’s more like we were miserably licking each other’s wounds.) (Even though I knew there’s no chance that promise would come true—At that time, my heart definitely felt better.) …Haha. I ended up becoming sentimental. Hmm. If Takamine were here, he’d probably say something like “Morisawa-senpai, you’re basically waving around a death flag.” …Oops. Is it that late already? I can’t just lay here and do nothing. I should probably get ready to go to today’s job.

Location: Star Pro Office

Eichi: Hm...

(I’ll just give this project to him. Next is—Ah, now that I think about it, there were some projects left on hold weren’t there?) (I should respond soon. I have a feeling he’s going to get impatient and come here yelling at me.) [1] --Hm? Hello, Anzu-chan. Good morning. What’s the matter? Hm? You want to hear my opinion? I don’t mind, but… Aah, yes. I have time right now. I was just working on some things that needed to be done by today. So? What was that thing you wanted my opinion on? Ah, perhaps it’s about that proposal you’re holding in your hand? Fufu. You don’t have to be so surprised. It’s basic reasoning, isn’t it Watson? Could I see what you’re holding there? – Thank you. …Aah, this is a project for the ES Fan Event. And the contents are… A sports day at Aquaria Park? Oh, that’s right. Last year, to promote Aquaria Park, wasn’t there a survival game job? If I remember correctly, Hokuto and the others participated, right? [2] Hm. Survival games were too niche, so it was decided that the events would be arranged to be more suitable for everyone. it’s more like variety sports festivals that are shown on programs now.

Next, for the main part… “Treasure hunting”? What’s this? Right, I’m sure it’s just as you say Anzu-chan. It seems the area for western sailboats was added around a month ago. Fufu. I see. Pirates are often associated with water. They can also remind you of treasure. It’s true that pirate manga are popular right now. I think it’s a good idea. It’s clear who the target audience is. Hm? You don’t look satisfied. Is there something you have a problem with? Hm. You’re worried about holding such a large-scale event that isn’t a live all of a sudden? Even up until now, you’ve been in charge of things other than live shows, so I don’t think there’s anything to be worried about. Plus, I don’t think there will be any issues if the work is divided and detailed checks are made throughout. Well, if you’re still worried about it Anzu-chan, how about trying out a limited play test? Hm? Ah, that’s true. I suppose the most efficient way to play test it would be to have multiple people test it at the same time. It increases the chance that something unexpected happening. It’s the easiest way to simulate a situation closer to the real deal. If that’s the case, we could implement the prototype of the treasure hunt game since it’s a limited event. If you want to use the facility, Anzu-chan, I give you full permission to do so. …Hm? Why am I the one allowing you to use the facility? Well, it’s because I’m the one in charge of Aquaria Park. It’s one of the businesses that the Tenshouin conglomerate is running. Eh? Why are you so surprised? I thought you were asking for my opinion because you knew that already. Fufu. It’s okay, I’m giving you permission. If you’re the one asking, I’m more than happy to allow it. ♪ Hm? Um… What’s with that expression? Yes, that’s true. It makes sense that if we’re going to collect data, the people who know what the purpose is should be involved. So you have a request of me? Ah… I understand what you’re saying, Anzu-chan. Well, I suppose I have no choice. Well, if I’m being honest, the benefits of this project are great from Aquaria Park’s perspective. It’d be nice if we could just throw everything in the air and enjoy it as is. But we need to contribute where we can. Hm? That’s true. Then, Anzu-chan, I would like you to choose which members you’d like to go to the pool--

………

Ah, no, it’s nothing. I just remembered something.

………

Could I ask if you leave it to me to gather the test play team? Eh? No… I don’t have any ideas on who, but… You shouldn't worry about it. I’m sure Anzu-chan is busy working on the proposal. You can leave this one to me.

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I have no idea who he's referring to right here sorry ToT

Referring to the story Pool !!

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars translation #enstars translation #red hot island #eichi tenshouin #chiaki morisawa #polyphonical

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niuniente · 7 months

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Reading your dream made me want to share my dream. Because it's been sitting on my mind the role day for some reason and that's not something that happens often. I hope you don't mind me just sharing it, i feel like i need to put it out there.

I dreamed that i was late to school. mind you, i'm 31 years old and so i was in the dream, I feel.

And the school was the one i studied until i was 14 years old. my home wasn't my home or any home i ever lived in. in the dream i woke up at the correct time but took too long getting ready. like school started at 9 and it was getting close to 10. (Never had lessons starting at that weird time until college when i choose late classes because i lived a bit far away from school) I somehow had no material for school other than a folder with loose paper, both used and blank one,s and a pencil case, my bag was a simple tote bag. (that also struck to me as strange but i felt like i was trying to just not go empty handed to something i wasn't ready for.) I was finishing getting ready when a friend called me asking if i was okay and why i was late. This friend is someone i met by the time i was on the second half of my college years, he was saying the first class would be at the pool, since they were wanting to revitalize the school's sportive center. the school does have a sports center but no pool in reality. I somehow get in time even thought i previously was almost a hour late, when i see my classmates they're mostly people i did go to school with. plus the friend from college. we all on our 30's. we were also accessing the sports center through the street not the footbridge the school has linking the two buildings like we used to do. when we get there the pool is not only pretty much underground it also is in a awful state. most of the tiles are missing and broken, the water doesn't even fill half the pool and it's very dirty, almost bog like. One of the boys that i remember from my school years jump down into it and kinda walks around while everyone else kinda says 'eww', he than jumps out of it and starts to playfully chase the girls that made more noise when he went in, including the girl he was dating at the time we went to school, they start to scream and giggle trying to dodge him. he was wearing a coral bating suit. and then i woke up! It's funny... i don't usually see faces very well in my dreams, i know who people are, but the faces are not clear, but this is the second dream in less than a month where the faces of a few people were very clear to me. and last time it wasn't even someone i know.

I mentioned some time ago earlier this year that something has shifted in dreams. I've always seen people in my dreams and they're just something vague. Now, I can see them clearly, sometimes I even know their names. If I could draw portraits, I could draw them easily because they're as clear as a day (and these aren't real people, mind you).

It was fun that you shared that dream with me because I keep having the same dream theme! Not so much anymore, but occasionally it comes up. I need to go to school and I'm late. Sometimes it's been already 3 months and I have forgotten to go to the school. Sometimes, I manage to get to the school but I don't know where my class is, what subject I'm having etc.

I always read school dreams as "Okay, listen; you've already gone through that literal life lesson. No need to try to backtrack and do it again. No need to. You're done with it. Let it go."

Sometimes, I have dreams were I have to perform but I have don't know how to do it. It can be a beauty pageant competition, a dance competition, a singing competition, or a play which I have role in but I don't know what it is. I don't know my lines or my cues.

Once, I tried to escape from the theater, right before the play starts, through a window but I couldn't. Billy Idol was sleeping on the window sill. I tried to move him but he was too heavy. I tried to open the window but it kept hitting his head. Then, I woke up and I knew the message was "We know it's scary and you have no idea what's going on, but you have to stay where you are. You're at the right place, it's going to be OK. Don't run. We won't let you because it will hurt you. You're save".

#ask niu

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lucianinsanity · 1 year

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15 questions | 15 people

Thanks @banashee and @coulson-is-an-avenger for tagging me

Are you named after anyone? No

When was the last time you cried? Just today earlier, I cry a lot, at least once every week (this days more often because of stress tho)

Do you have any kids? No

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I think I use it a normal amount, but maybe yes (I think is funny)

What's the first thing you notice about people? The color and texture of their hair, I have many classmates with fantasy colors so it's a little bit easier for me to recognize them than the ones with natural hair

What are the colours of your eyes? Light brown???? My mom calls them honey colored but I think they are just brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Those are two different genres, I love both

Any special talents? If this means like, skills, I can do a lot of stuff, I can fix your electric connections, if you mean like, something natural...I wouldn't know, I can bend my fingers backwards

Where were you born? Bold of you to assume I would say that on the internet

What are your hobbies? Writing fanfiction, sewing knitting and cooking, making art is not a hobby for me, that's my lifestyle right there

Do you have any pets? No, and I don't think I'm ready for one, but I want a cat

What sports do you play/have you played? I did a lot of them back in school but none stick, every time I do sports I feel self conscious

How tall are you? 1.50m

Favorite subject in school? Biology

Dream job? Artist, I want to make art to live, literally

I don't know if I'll get to 15, but here @tachiharas-brother @taysudon @jawbonemage @jaden5oo @aceing-on-the-cake @babyyodablackwood @belatedbday69 @pandoras-tupperware @chaoticstupidaxolotl @chaosthedemon @sarah-sandwich only if you want

#tag game #bye an sanity

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chattingwiththelightkeeper · 1 year

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When someone says trainer to you what do you think of? The medical staff that runs out to assist an athlete who was hurt playing a sport, maybe it is the people who work with a thoroughbred as the horse makes a bid to win the triple crown, possibly someone who comes to your workplace to teach you how do use the latest, greatest technology your employer is equipping you with, possibly it is a child learning to ride a bike with training wheels, or someone who pushes people to work harder at the gym.

Did you think BDSM?

Probably not, however, there are those in the lifestyle who have taken titles such as of lifestyle trainer, teacher, instructor, as well as the always scary, sub breaker. If you are new, inexperienced, and submissive they are prowling around for you.

At face value, it sounds like a valued resource, an experienced dominant looking to share their knowledge and experience with people who are new but like so many things in the lifestyle that once you scratch the surface, things are not what you might expect (especially if you are new). After poking around Tumblr, Reddit, and FetLife looking at these trainers and what they are offering, it quickly becomes obvious that within the lifestyle there is a trainer danger.

The first oddity is these trainers are exclusively men. Additionally, the vast majority geared their profile to appeal to a young/inexperienced submissive, in fact, some specifically said they wished to train “youthful” or “fresh” submissives.

Another bit that is sus on trainers, is that they desire their trainees to not be in a relationship and solemnly swear their training would be devoid of romantic entanglements. Interestingly enough, they require that the trainees be single, while the trainer trains several submissives but not allowing those in training to communicate with their “classmates”. Dating and love is such a unique monster that often scoops us up when we least expected it, so why would someone who only wants to teach, deny a person the opportunity for love and to be loved?

Sorry, it is not Satan, just someone using the guise of teaching in hopes of landing a shiny mint in box submissive.

One of the hallmarks of a D/S relationship is the implementation of a structure between d-type and s-type. The most common way these are brought into a relationship is through guidelines/rules and accountability for breaking them. The bizarreness continues as the trainer has promised their experience be without any amorous complications however they are going to impose sexual rules. Sex is sensational but if you are ‘training’ someone about the lifestyle, there is zero need to have anything sexual be part of it. In addition to the dancing with no pants, the ‘rules’ revolve around the trainer, and how the trainee is to interact with/serve them. While service is an important part of the lifestyle, serving a trainer is only going to show the submissive how this particular d type wishes to be served.

If you are new to the world of kink, please seek out mentors who want to teach and educate, through conversation, not by touching. Many great people are more than happy to answer questions, provide guidance, and share experiences without wanting to hook up or take advantage. I feel it is important to look for and befriend others who share your particular kink role. If you are submissive, get to know other submissives, and the same if you are dominant, find others on your side of the coin. As one explores, you will meet others who are on the flip side of that coin but develop network of same role peers that you can go to for advice, counsel, and questions. BDSM may be a bit daunting to explore by yourself but find your squad, fire up your Mystery Machine and unmask the secrets of the lifestyle.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2022

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homomenhommes · 8 months

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STORY: Ups And Downs

Average Joe

Who would ever have believed that I would end up where I am today? Certainly not me. I was just your average kid from a working-class American family—a mom, a dad, one brother, and one sister—in Columbus, Georgia. I was a good student in high school. I made good grades, but not good enough to win an academic scholarship, and even though I played several sports, I did not excel enough to win an athletic scholarship. That’s me: your average Joe. More accurately, your average Julius.

I hated that name. When I was growing up, all the kids made fun of me, calling me “Julie,” “Juicy,” and “Ju Ju Bean.” So, when I entered high school, I adopted the name “Joe.” So, yeah, I was just your average Joe—except for one thing. I’m gay. You might say I was “Closet Joe” because I took great pains to make sure that no one found out I was gay. That reality just would not have gone down well in a working-class family in Columbus, Georgia.

Fresh from my high school graduation, I had my future all mapped out. I would go to Columbus State University in the fall, get a business degree, and work my way up the ladder of my dad’s hardware business. Dad’s flagship store was in Columbus, but he also had stores in Macon and Decatur, just outside of Atlanta, and also in Auburn, Alabama. The potential for further expansion was looking pretty damn good at that point. Things really were looking up, and I didn’t want to do anything to screw up the plan.

My parents agreed to pay most of my tuition as long as I continued to work in the store to make up the difference. I would major in business management so that I could take on more responsibilities in the family business.

Even though my true love was not business, but the arts, I loved working in the hardware store. With all the hot workmen coming into the store along with super sexy soldiers from nearby Fort Benning, I never lacked for eye candy. I could barely keep my dick in my pants, and, to be perfectly candid, I didn’t always resist the temptation. On weekends, Dad would sometimes send me to help out at one of the satellite stores. I loved those trips because Macon, Decatur, and Auburn were all college towns, offering excellent opportunities to hook up with college jocks, frat boys, and nerds, all of whom were just as horny as I was.

Whenever Dad would go to Macon, Decatur, or Auburn to check up on the other stores, he would often leave me to lock up the main store at the end of the day, and after all the other employees had gone home, I would sometimes lure one of the hot customers into the stock room. I’m not bad to look at—maybe a little bit more than average in that department—so it usually didn’t take much arm twisting to get them where I wanted them.

One night when Dad was away and I was locking up the store in Columbus, I heard a tapping on the front door. Mr. Sullivan, a local electrician, practically begged me to open up. He said he just absolutely had to have a circuit breaker for an elderly customer who would be without the electricity she needed to run her ventilator if he didn’t get that part pronto. Mr. Sullivan was a regular in the store and also at our high school football games. His son, Jeff, was one of my classmates and a teammate on the football team.

Jeff was a real stud, wickedly handsome and built like a brick shithouse. Unfortunately, he was as straight as a board, but that didn’t keep me from worshiping him with my eyes in our team showers or fantasizing about him when I beat off every night.

It was very easy to see where Jeff got his good looks. His dad, Mr. Sullivan, had been a football player too—in college as well as in high school—and even in his mid 40s, he still struck a commanding pose. He was a nice man and a loyal customer, so I promptly unlocked the door and let him in.

Of course, Mr. Sullivan knew exactly where the electrical supplies were kept, but I led him to that department anyway, chatting along the way about his work, Jeff’s football scholarship to Clemson, and my plans for college. I tried in vain to keep my eyes averted from his impressive ass, especially when he bent over to pull something from the bottom shelf. And from the magnetic bulge in his work pants, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was as hung as his son. Did he catch me staring once or twice?

As we walked back to the register, I heard the front door open. Oh shit! I left it unlocked. Just as I was about to tell the two young soldiers entering the store in their army fatigues that we were closed, one of them threw his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Need some tooools,” he slurred. “Need ‘em baaad.”

At the same time, his buddy, also three sheets to the wind, stumbled his way toward Mr. Sullivan and practically fell into his arms.

“I’m really sorry,” I apologized to Mr. Sullivan. “I’ll get these guys out of here.” But the soldier with his arm around my shoulder started pawing my chest and then my crotch. As hard as I tried to suppress the boner growing in my pants, I just couldn’t, and Mr. Sullivan took note. I thought I would die of embarrassment, but Mr. Sullivan flashed me the biggest grin I have ever seen in my life, and the raise of his eyebrows told me that he fully approved of what he saw.

“These guys aren’t going anywhere right now,” said Mr. Sullivan. “They’re certainly in no condition to drive. I wouldn’t mind driving them back to the base, but they’ll be in a shitload of trouble if they show up like this. Do you have any coffee?”

“Coffee?” I asked. “Oh…uh…yeah, we keep some in the break room for the guys.” I wash the pot out every night, but I hadn’t gotten to it yet that night. Fortunately, there were several cups left in the pot when we managed to drag the soldiers into the break room. The java was no doubt stale and tasted like shit, but they were in no condition to notice, let alone complain.

Besides a couple of small round tables with chairs, the break room also had a large vinyl couch against one wall. Mr. Sullivan got the boys situated while I served up two cups of coffee. I also offered a cup to Mr. Sullivan, but he winked at me as he retrieved a flask from the pocket of one of the grunts. Unscrewing the cap, he sniffed the contents and nearly whiplashed.

“Whew!” he said. “That’s some potent shit.” He took a swig of the liquor and then surprised me when he offered the flask to me. I demurred, but he insisted, “Oh, come on, sport. You look like you could use a swig…or two.” I wasn’t sure if he was referring to my being faced with the unexpected responsibility of looking after two drunk soldiers or the embarrassment I exhibited at being caught with a raging hard-on. Either way, I accepted the flask and took a swig. And then another.

Mr. Sullivan and I bent over the two soldiers and tried to coax them into drinking the coffee, but they were too unstable, so we squeezed between them on the couch, Mr. Sullivan tending to one of the guys while I focused on the other one. We propped them up while pouring lukewarm coffee down their throats. The couch was wide enough for all four of us, but just barely. The body heat from Mr. Sullivan on one side of me and the hunky soldier on the other side overwhelmed me, and my goddam cock betrayed me again.

I shifted my body, hoping that Mr. Sullivan would not see me tenting again, but that just made it easier for the soldier to zero in on the growing bulge in my jeans. “Tooools,” he mumbled, as he had at the front door. “Mmmm,” he moaned as he squeezed my cock through my pants. “Need tools baaad.”

At that, Mr. Sullivan, of course, looked over my shoulder and saw what all the excitement was about. I wanted to crawl under that couch and hide, but Mr. Sullivan just roared with laughter. Putting one hand on my shoulder, he assured me that my condition was nothing to be ashamed of. But then he said something about how uncomfortable it must be, and before I knew it, he had opened my fly and freed my raging dick, to which the soldier beamed and then dove for like a Kamikaze. Despite my six and a half inches (a little above average in that department too), the guy swallowed the full length and buried his nose in my plush pubes.

All the while, the other soldier had been all over Mr. Sullivan until the electrician, my teammate’s dad, stood up, dropped his pants, and shoved his stiffening cock down the kid’s eager throat. I don’t know if I was more shocked at being spontaneously blown by a complete stranger, being exposed and popping a boner in front of my friend’s dad, or seeing that same man face fuck the young soldier next to me. In short course, though, I forgot about all of that and just surrendered to the pleasure surging through my cock and balls.

When Mr. Sullivan pulled out of the soldier’s mouth to let him catch his breath, I got the answer to my earlier question: the man was indeed as hung as his son Jeff, if not more so. Seeing me gape at his monster cock, Mr. Sullivan flashed that captivating smile again and took a couple of steps to the side until he was standing directly in front of me, his weapon bearing down on my face.

I looked up at him in wonder, and when he nodded his encouragement, I took his big dick in my hand. As much as I wanted to swallow it immediately, I first needed to just relish the feel of it. I caressed it slowly and thoroughly, simultaneously massaging his giant balls with my other hand. I leaned in, brushing my cheeks against his manhood and taking in the musky aroma that he had built up from a long day of hard work. The smell was overwhelmingly strong, but intoxicating, like a stiff inhalation of poppers.

The sweat under his balls tasted bittersweet, and I loved the manliness of it.

From there, I licked my way up the shaft until I reached the tip. At that point, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I swallowed that muthafucker…well, as much of it as I could. I had never seen a cock that big, let alone sucked one like it. It must’ve been at least eight inches long and thick enough to choke a horse. All the while, the soldier next to me never stopped sucking on my dick, and the other grunt, not to be left out, alternated between helping his buddy lick my popsicle and licking Mr. Sullivan’s balls as I sucked his cock—giving new meaning to the term “servicemen.”

I knew that Mr. Sullivan was about to shoot because I felt the palpitations in his dick. I had every intention of swallowing every drop, but my own dick burst open with such force that I threw my head back reflexively, and while the two soldiers fought over the juice gushing from my tool, Mr. Sullivan exploded all over my face. And man, did he explode! I had never seen so much cum in my life.

Once the two Army boys had lapped up every drop of the white goo from my rod, they lunged at my face, licking up every drop of Mr. Sullivan’s spunk. They even thrust their tongues into my mouth to shovel up every drop that had landed in there. Then, they turned to each other and slurped the residual baby batter off of each other, swapping it back and forth several times before finally swallowing it. Exhausted, the four of us collapsed on the ugly green couch.

Despite the caffeine we had poured into them, the soldiers zonked out. Who knows what other adventures earlier that evening had driven them to exhaustion.

As our surprise guests slept, Mr. Sullivan and I talked. He told me that he had had his eye on me ever since I joined the football team but didn’t dare do anything until I was 18. I expressed surprise that he would be interested in guys since he was married. “I’m bi,” he said. “We both are…Emily and I. We enjoy sex with each other, but we also like a little variety now and then. Sometimes she goes out on her own, sometimes I do, and sometimes we hook up with another couple or two—sometimes with the person of the opposite sex, sometimes the same sex. It’s all sex, and it’s all good.”

I was stunned. “What about Jeff? Does he know?”

“Of course,” Mr. Sullivan replied. “We have always been very open with Jeff about sex. We don’t interfere when he has girls over, and he doesn’t interfere when we have other people over.”

I was speechless. I couldn’t imagine such a thing.

“You’re welcome to join us sometimes if you’d like,” he offered.

“What? Me? Oh, fuck no!” I blurted out in shock. “I love dick. Pussy is not my thing.”

“OK,” he allowed, “but what about joining me and some other guys sometime?”

As that thought raced through my mind, Mr. Sullivan walked right up to me, stared lustfully into my eyes, wrapped his strong, muscular arms around me, and kissed me. It was such a loving kiss that I nearly melted. The only part of me that didn’t go weak was my dick, which shot up like a rocket. Mr. Sullivan was holding me close enough to feel my hard-on, and he responded by grabbing my ass and pulling my crotch into his. I obviously wasn’t the only one with an erection. He continued to kiss me lovingly and then passionately. I had never been kissed like that before. When he finally let go, I said breathlessly, “Holy fuck!” And hoping to break the spell he had cast over me, I jokingly complained, “Look what you’ve done. Now I’m gonna have to jack off again.”

“Oh, there’s a better way to handle this situation,” he laughed. I wasn’t quite sure what he had in mind, but he looked over at the two soldiers just as they were beginning to stir again. I still wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but I was beginning to get the idea.

Though they were still drunk and still half asleep, both soldiers were sporting woodies. Mr. Sullivan reached over to one of them, not the one he had face fucked, but the one who wouldn’t let go of my cock. He rubbed the soldier’s rock-hard dick through his camos, and the kid purred like a kitten. Mr. Sullivan promptly untied his boots and removed them before unbuckling his pants and removing those. With that prompt, the other insatiable soldier plopped over and began sucking his buddy’s stiffie.

Mr. Sullivan looked at me and then nodded toward the soldier who still had his pants on.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” I replied, realizing what he was instructing me to do.

“So, you’re just gonna stand there and let him suffer? He’s gotta be in pain with his dick trapped like that.”

I don’t know if I succumbed to the silly logic or just wanted an excuse to proceed, but I took the bait and stripped that soldier as Mr. Sullivan had done with the other one. We didn’t stop with the pants, though. We stripped them completely, and, man, was I glad we did. They were both buff from all the training they had obviously been through—broad shoulders and chests, ultra-thick biceps, and ripped abs. One of them was as smooth as a baby’s butt, and the other one had a thick coat of black fur that tapered into a treasure trail that nearly drove me wild. I wanted to lick them both all over.

Mr. Sullivan went down on his captive and sucked him like a pro, and I did the same with mine.

“I don’t suppose you’ve got any lube,” Mr. Sullivan paused long enough to inquire.

“Not here,” I replied.

“No problem. We’ll just improvise,” and with that he resumed sucking until the guy dumped a heavy load into his mouth. But Mr. Sullivan didn’t swallow the juice. Instead, he flipped the guy over and spit the spunk into the guy’s ass, thus lubing him up. Then, he spit some on his own dick and lathered it good before inserting it into the soldier’s ass. He pressed slowly at first as the soldier grimaced, but once the kid relaxed, Mr. Sullivan started pumping harder…and harder…and harder. I couldn’t help but think, Damn! What I wouldn’t give to get fucked like that.”

I loved watching Mr. Sullivan fuck. It was so powerful and such a turn-on, but my own cock was begging for relief, so I sucked my stud’s dick until he dumped his load into my mouth. Then, emulating Mr. Sullivan’s technique, I flipped him over, spit some cum into his ass, and used the rest to lube up my own cock. Like Mr. Sullivan, I eased in at first, but once the guy started to relax, I picked up the pace until I was matching Mr. Sullivan’s rhythm. Of course, any fuck is good, but this one was special for me because I was sharing it with someone—and not just anyone, but a real stud of a man. Gawd, he was hot.

Mr. Sullivan was very verbal. He not only moaned a lot as he fucked, but he talked too. “You want my dick inside you, don’t you, kid? You want me to fuck you harder, don’t you? You want me to fuck you so hard that my cum squirts out your eyeballs. Brace yourself, soldier. I’m about to blast my bazooka so far up your hole, you’re gonna see stars.”

And he talked that way to me too. “Oh, yeah, kid. Fuck the shit out of that soldier. Show him who’s the real man here. Fuck him hard, stud. Breed that fuckin’ bastard.”

I don’t know if the kid enjoyed Mr. Sullivan’s dirty talk, but it drove me wild. Part of me wanted him to pull out at the end so I could watch him shoot, but I loved the way he drove his cock even deeper when he came, shooting his load far into the soldier’s guts. He screamed so loud that I was never so glad our store was set on a large lot with no other businesses or houses within shouting distance.

I held out as long as I could because I didn’t want to miss the show playing out next to me, but when I heard Mr. Sullivan scream—along with the man he was fucking—I could hold back no longer. I shot my load and never felt such a rush of accomplishment. I certainly didn’t feel average any longer.

(to be continued)

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