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ledalasombra · 1 year

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Hello everybody

As the AO3 is down I will put some WIP's of mine here. Hope you like it. As I said earlier, English is not my first language, so please let me know. Enjoy!

My not so normal little sister

Chapter 1

"What are you talking about 'if you cast the cure' ?" the person in front of her questioned "they will be dead if you don't do that!"

Ladybug scowled her expression to the man infront of her "If I cast the cure, you have to understand that all will be in the original place! I undestand the situation but you have to know that in the moment I cast the cure all the villains and weapons will be back in the same time! I am here for the last six hours and I am tired. All the others have to be either.... We need at least a plan to take care of the situation…"

She was cut off by a figure with slightly brown skin and dark blue hair who hugged her tightly " Maman! " The girl started crying on her shoulder while Ladybug opened her eyes in amazement, hugging the girl tightly…

Marinette woke up breathless, feeling the sun pass through the cracks in the curtain that partially closed the bedroom window. She took a deep breath trying to calm down, putting her arm over her eyes. It was the third time she'd had the same dream in the last few days, remembering the events that took place months ago when she was taken to the future by Bunnix. She sat up in bed, deciding she was going to make her day productive, placing both hands over her face and squeezing over her eyes. She grunted, getting up and heading to the bathroom to begin her daily routine, with a wake-up shower and wearing comfortable clothes. She made a very strong coffee as soon as she entered the kitchen, pulling out a croissant and reaching for a jar of cookies. She took everything to the office, already determined to finish all her pending tasks.

The sun had been in the sky for some time and Marinette had already finished her second cup of coffee. She adjusted her posture in her chair, stretching her back and spine slightly as she read again what she'd finished writing, taking a deep breath as she hit the save button for the email's automated reply. Now she wouldn't take any more work while she was away. She finished reading the second email she needed to send to the other clients warning that some commissions would be delayed or would not start until after her complete recovery. She sent a few more e-mails briefly explaining the reason for her departure, quickly shifting her attention to the portrait on her desk, smiling weakly. She ran her index finger over a photo of her parents laughing as they celebrated their last birthday a few months ago, still trying to understand what happened over 20 years ago and what she would do with what little information she had.

Marinette ran her hands through her hair in a clear sign of irritation and fear, feeling that she was going into a spiral of thoughts that she knew wouldn't come out so easily. Life should follow its normal flow, she couldn't interfere. She could do nothing but hope that the course of events would proceed in such a way that she would not have catastrophic complications in the future. The timeline in the future had already been altered and any acting on her part now would be much worse. The sound of the video call coming from the computer screen in front of her woke her from her trance and her thoughts. She smiled slightly seeing her friend's face appear on the screen.

" Hello Miss ' I'm too busy to talk to friends'. I was already getting worried with all this silence on your part. " the boy smiled, frowning a little at his friend's state. Dark circles under her eyes, a clear sign that she hadn't slept or rested in a while. She was downcast and the smile didn't reach her eyes as it always did when they spoke...

" Peter! How are things in New York sir “drama king”? " She smiled with the exaggeration of the friend in front of her. It was always refreshing to think about how optimistic he was. She was really in need of people like him right now. After the end of her three-year relationship it seemed like fate wanted her to go to the bottom as quickly as possible and surely Peter Parker would be one of those people who wouldn't allow that to happen. It was still amazing to her to think that the two of them had simply managed to carry on a friendship as quickly as theirs after literally bumping into each other and getting filthy from the coffee “bath” they were both carrying.

"Things are fine around here in the same rush waiting for you to grace us with your presence. Why haven't you been answering calls or at least returning?" He looked at her worriedly, his eyes moving trying to understand what was happening to her through her expression and body language. Marinette has always been a very expressive person and no matter how hard she tried, it was not possible to hide how she felt. At least not from him after so long of friendship.

"I think .... I needed some time to assimilate some things. Trying to occupy myself and not think about what was or is happening at the moment." She forced a smile looking at him trying to find courage and the best way to say what she needed, taking a deep breath to stop the tears from falling again, she didn't want to worry him, he was fresh air in her life. She didn't need anyone else telling her what to do and what not to do. She didn't need anyone else with that pitying look on her current situation.

" It was that asshole of your ex, wasn't it? " He replied, letting his easy smile go away, because he knew how much the end of the old relationship had affected her. It was days watching her light grow dimmer, until he convinced her to visit New York to get better. He was worried, but Peter didn't want to have to take any action before she authorized it. "Mars, I swear that if you allow it, I'll fix it quickly, he won't even know what hit him... I don't even need to be present for that little model to regret…"

"You're not going to do anything Peter! " She cut him off before he started with a long conversation about how much he deserved everything he intended to do. Marinette had already heard everything possible about what he thought. She gave a slight smile shaking her head " Well, let's leave him aside, there are two things I need to talk to you about. The first is that ... " she hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, already knowing the flood of questions that would arise "I'm going to have surgery next week... it's kind of delicate so... let's say I'm a little... nervous?"

Peter looked at her for a while trying to understand what she had just said. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to come up with a coherent sentence "How? Why? When? Where.... ?"

"Hey, calm down, otherwise I won't follow you…" She smiles slightly "I found out a few weeks ago that I have a benign brain tumor, but it's growing and causing some discomfort... " She threw her body against the chair" It's not a simple surgery Peter…" she felt the tears in her eyes, blinking fast to stop them from falling "But it's going to be alright, I don't want you to worry…"

"Mars, it's not a question of whether you want to or not… "he looked at her with a worried face, seeing her with red eyes trying to hold back tears "you know very well that things don't work that way. Let me know the date that will be the procedure I'm going to…"

"No, you won't come here…" she said imperatively, shaking her head and gesturing with her hands, pausing in her speech "I didn't want to make anyone else worried."

"Mari...."

"I need your help with something." She purposely cut him off so he wouldn't start with the same words she'd been hearing for the past few weeks. "When I went to do some tests, because of the surgery, I found out that my parents are not my biological parents…" she spoke each word slowly, still having a little difficulty understanding what was happening" We took the test in 2 different places and I don't know what to do or what to think. Peter, I'm so confused, but I need to know what happened. And my parents they were so devastated, you had to see them. They had just received the news that I was sick and suddenly they find out that I'm not even their real daughter…"

"Can you send me your birth certificate and the place where you were born? Hospital... anything... I'll try to find something out." He cut her off realizing that she started crying and was getting nervous. He wanted to let her talk, but he didn't know how it would affect her not knowing how her illness was, didn't want to make her more stressed than she already was.

"My parents said that I was born 1 month early and that I had to go to an incubator. I will email you my documents. They said they were in Gotham at the time. " She spoke while wiping her face from the tears that had flowed "There was an attack in the city with hostages, the hospitals were full and she shared a room with a couple who were also in labor. Maybe that will help...” he could hear her typing, visibly sending him the files.

"Hey... calm down, I'll see what I can do from here" he paused, seeing her start to cry again "Mari, everything will be fine. I'll sort things out around here and I'll find a way to be there with you... All right?"

"I…" She took a deep breath, with difficulty. After a few seconds she closed her eyes, throwing her head back trying to refocus on the present "thanks, I'm just… not sure what to do or think. What if my biological parents are alive? what if they don't want to see me? What if I don't want to see them? Will they want to know something about me? How will my parents be? And their biological daughter, will she want to come here?" She paused taking a deep breath when she realized she was saying everything she was afraid of. She looked down at her hands, realizing they were shaking, closing her eyes and pressing them together "I just sent you what you asked for. I think it has everything you need."

"I'm already looking here... But I called you to have news, so tell me, how are things and college? Did you get the transfer? Got any results?" He said trying to cheer her up while using the computer to search the hospital records for what he needed. He smiled slightly as he listened to her talk with some excitement about what had happened in the last few weeks they hadn't spoken, about how she'd managed to complete her transfer to college in New York. Marinette was a wonderful person and she didn't deserve all that had happened in the last few months. Even with everything that was happening, she managed to put a smile on her face and worry about other people.

"I found two things. "He said cutting the subject." Aunt Sabine stayed in the room with another family. The name of the woman who went into labor was Jannet Drake. She had a girl, dark hair, blue eyes... Same description as the girl her mother had. She was born healthy, 40 weeks old and without any physical problems, but died a few hours after delivery." Peter paused looking at his friend in front of him. "Apparently she had an older son named Timothy Drake. I'll send you a file on her along with the name of the nurse who took care of her and your mother. Maybe this can help you get an idea…"

Marinette smiled when she saw her friend on the screen. He was worried, it was visible in his eyes. "Thank you Peter. I don't know how to thank you for what you just did, this is already a start to understand what happened. I'll need to do some exams this week, but I should have the surgery in a maximum of 4 days... At the moment I'm finalizing some pending issues of the company, but everything should be ready by tomorrow."

"Shouldn't you be resting? Mars, I know you're a person who doesn't like to stop and works to not worry about problems, but you need to take care of yourself."

"I know, I'm just sending emails to get everything organized …" She looked at the time in her notebook and took a deep breath. "I need to hang up, I'm going to have lunch with my parents in a little while and get some things organized before the surgery. Can we talk later?"

"Whenever you want and need it! Tell your parents I sent my regards and that I will call later."

"Tell the others I sent a kiss to everyone out there too. Oh and Peter... please don't talk to anyone about the surgery...."

"You know it's impossible to hide these kinds of things from them, don't you? He smiled a little forcedly. "I’m not even going to tell them that I talked to you so as not to generate questions, although I find it very difficult to hide something from them…"

"I know, just don't bring it up. What I don't want is half of the tower members around here, that would be stressful." She smiled slightly "You know how they are... Take care out there and send me news…"

"Always Mars. Take care of yourself!"

#mlb x dc #dc x mlb #maridami #maribat #marinette x damian #damianette #damian x marinette #damimari #daminette #mlb x dc x marvel #mlb x marvel

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pbandjesse · 2 months

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It's hard to admit this because I had been social war that I was going to be able to sleep over this year but I hate this. I hate it. I don't want to sleep here I don't want to be here. I want to do my job and go because besides CJ I have no friends here. I have co-workers who are nice to me but I do not have friends. I don't have anyone to hang out with. And I just feel very very alone and miserable. I'm not having a good time. I'm not particularly having a very good summer. And it sucks. So when I go home I'm actually able to have fun and do things and hang out with my husband and eat food that I like and take actual showers. And I promised CJ I would stay here tonight because I wanted to hang out with her and it is almost 9:00 p.m. and she's been busy basically since I was done at 3:30. And that's not her fault but I've been alone for 6 hours basically. And I'm just really unhappy. I like having a cabin so I can come and rest during the daytime. I like knowing that I have a spot where are my things are. But I don't want to feel like I'm forced to stay here and I just have to be honest about that because I'm almost in tears again I'm so unhappy. And at this point it feels like it's too late to go home because I would just be going home and going right to bed and that feels pointless too. Like yes I would get to see James for a few minutes but they go to bed by 10:00 so it doesn't even feel like it would fix any of the problems that I'm having tonight.

It wasn't even a bad day. The temperature was really nice. I did not like my outfit. I felt uncomfortable in my tank top. So I wore a hoodie for most of the day which was fine. I actually got some compliments on it. And I didn't sleep amazing which probably is adding to my stress in my brain. But I got up and James was there and I tried to be in a good mood even though it was hard.

We got ready to go and we went outside together. James helped me carry a few things and I had a nice drive into work. Me and James both arrived at work at the same time which I always love. And I got set up and I felt like things were okay. I would hang out my hammock for a while. I decided to go in one of the other hammocks for some change of scenery and I ended up feeling super comfortable so I think I'm going to be hanging out in the new hammock more often. You lay in it and it's a little flatter which is nice and a nice change of pace.

My group study were All excellent. We had lots of really cute bears and everybody got done and it just felt like we were having a really productive day. I am really running low on the medium and large bears so I would have one of my tipis girls later on the day organize them into size so tomorrow I'm hoping it's a little more quick and we can use up more stock so I don't have to cut anything else. And I enjoyed hanging out with the kids. It's still hard because I'm not really talking to any counselors. And I was just trying to have a good day.

Some of that good day was just not going to lunch. Just not going to the meal at all. And apparently the kitchen stuff has noticed. What dinner they were very surprised that I had shown up and they were like we didn't think we'd ever see you. You've been all over the place and I'm like yeah I know I've just been so busy and I've been going home. But for lunch today I would go to the office and eat the nachos that I brought. Actually only ate half of them so I could have them again tomorrow if I wanted to. The cheese sauce that I got was fine but I don't think I would buy this particular brand again.

I did not get to be a alone as long as I had hoped because Kenny and Louisa were in the office and Kenny had gotten hurt at the pool and had to go get a staple in the back of his head. He had been in the shallow end and a tile fell off the pool and hit him in the head? I don't really understand how that happened. But I gave them both a chip and they told me all about the injury and eventually I would head up to arts and crafts to just chill by myself there. I never made it to the cabin during lunch today I just decided I did not want to lay down and I didn't feel like I had enough time to anyway.

The afternoon was great. Day Camp was lovely. I did scare one of the counselors because their kids were not listening when it was time to clean up and I had to actually yell and I had never yelled in front of this counselor before and he fully jumped. He was like that was really scary. And I'm like yeah I don't yell so I save it up for when it is an actual needed situation. And your kids were not listening. And I'm glad that I can be listened to without yelling and I'm glad that when I have to pull it out it is taken seriously.

We had a good time though and everybody got to sew and I did remember to bring the cotton so we were able to refill the sacrificial sheep from yesterday and I showed some of the girls how you do a ladder stitch to close them up. And I was having a positive day. I was not miserable and I was chill and things were okay.

My kids doing awards would come to do more chores and I was like yeah that's fine fully expecting that their counselors will come back for them at 3:30 because that is when my last program ends. But they didn't. Stockade was there from 2:30 to 3:30 and we had a great time doing necklace stuff and then they were doing this game where they rate just random things from 1 to 10. Ginger ale is apparently at 2:00 for some of them and styles of art is a six. It was very strange to listen to a group of teenage boys for an hour. And the girls were just aghast at the level of conversation. They were like this is stupid why are you talking about this. And I'm like they're not hurting anybody. Let them live their lives.

But The girls would stay and they would work on their awards and their paintings and their projects and I was over in the hammock. Cuz I was basically only a little bit responsible for them but I still couldn't go anywhere. So I text their counselor. When are you coming for them. No response.

And then two girls from the SSC came to do their camp award project and I was like yeah that's chill you just got to work on it for at least a half hour so they started working on that and that would make them done around 4:30 which was perfect because CJ called me and told me that they should head to the barn at 4:30 for their project stuff. And I was like that's chill so then I was like okay tipis will get picked up at 4:30. Because Slim was coming to do a performance.

Nope that did not happen. I sent 7 text messages between CJ and the two counselors and no one was answering me. And I'm not going to walk all the way over to the council ring to see if the teepee counselors were there and I'm just like this is ridiculous and then I see one of the counselors walk across the field and I'm not going to chase them you need to come up and get your kids. And they weren't. Finally at 5:35 after taking the girls to the bathroom twice their counselor finally came back. And they were like come on let's go and didn't say anything to me. And then one of them would message me on Instagram and apologize but apparently the girls told them to come and get them after Slim and I'm like why would you trust them. Why would you not confirm with me. What if I would need to leave and also I had things I wanted to do I wanted to go take a shower I wanted to come down to the cabin but no instead I was just sitting with your kids for multiple hours and that sucks. That's not fair to me.

So I was not in a great mood. Once they were gone I would go to the lodge and I would tell Callie how I was feeling and she validated my concerns but she was really busy so I went and talked to the kitchen staff and that's when they were like oh my God where have you been. And we talked about my trip next week and how I won't be there and then I had pasta salad and potatoes for dinner. I sat outside and Aaron came out because his little brother was there with hognose snake that he just bought. Which I thought Heather said we were not allowed to have. So I'm pretty surprised about that. But it's cute. So I hope that he actually got permission because my understanding was that that was not allowed. But whatever not my circus not my monkeys.

I would go to the office next with Louisa. She had been sitting with me outside and she was like let's go work on stuff and I was like okay so we go over to the art building and we painted some of the wooden spoons for next week's project and I made a note for whoever ends up subbing for it and around 7:00 we went back down to the office because there was going to become ice tonight and if everything else sucked at least I would have that.

We had to wait for a while and during that time we were just kind of chilling and talking. Talk to alexie for a little bit talked to a couple people that came through and everyone's like you're here!? And I think it's funny because like usually I'm very involved but I just can't this year I just don't want to be here. It's not that I'm unhappy at camp. I usually love so many things about camp. But the Sears just been so hard. I just would like to feel like I'm not trapped. And I'm hoping after my vacation next week I can just have a good time the last few weeks of camp and not feel so sad. I really hope that I can pull that off because this is been tough.

Going to ice would have come now and I got sour berry something. Which was really good. But it did make my mouth blue which I don't like. But Louisa did share one of her special cups with me so that was cool and I would sit outside and watch all the other kids get their flavors and I got to hear about the mixes they make and everyone was having a good time. OB, the mini horse, got a haircut and they brought him down because he was going to be in the talent show tonight. And everyone kept asking me if I was going to the skip night/talent show because apparently someone is doing an impression of me. But I am just so absolutely not interested in doing that. I do not like skit night It always goes way too long. And the skits are fine but they should have a time limit. They are just entirely too long and no one ever talks about enough. And since I was here I have decided I should at least make the most of it and I went back to arts and crafts to continue to paint spoons.

I did that until the paint that I had mixed ran out and then I came over to our cabin. I washed my face and I put my pajamas on. I packed some stuff to take home and now the sun is going down. And the lightning bugs are coming out. And I'm going to go and lay in bed and charge my phone. Watch the rest of this true crime documentary and hopefully have a good night's sleep.

I'm really hoping tomorrow was just a really good and easy day. But all my groups are nice and the counselors are helpful and I can leave for a week knowing that everything will be okay when I come back. Because if I come back on this building and it is a disaster I'm going to be so sad.

Everybody have a great night tonight. Sleep well and take care of each other. Until next time.

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consistentsquash · 1 year

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squash!!! 1, 9, 10, 14, and 19 - ANGST, and (separately) HOT! gimme your sexiest smuttiest recs :D

hiya!!! <3 <3 ok this got long sorry! ALSO YOU NEED TO DO IT if you have time/if you want to. No pressure. But you are an amazing reccer and I get a lot of my new reads from your recs.

👍🏽 A fic you bookmarked recently

this barbie is getting lucky by narqueen - Gloria/Barbie. 900 words. It's 100% fluff!

👌🏼 A fic someone else recommended to you

The Janus Rose by dickgloucester. Snape/Pomona. 5200 words.

this one was a rec from @kellychambliss. It's actually an impossible fic to find with just tags because it doesn't tag the pairing. Highly recommend. It has some strong choices in writing esp about the ending which probably won't work for everybody but I feel like that's a good thing because it gives people something to think about/discuss.

👽 A fic that isn’t prose (poetry, text fic, etc.)

Lovers often do by gaisang. Harry/Voldemort. 1200 words. Poetry.

A beautiful, beautiful, haunting poetry collection which for me not only captures the characters of Harry and Voldemort and their dynamic but also has so many classical literature references woven with intertextual references to eldritcher's Four Chord/Unvollendete sets. It's an incredible poem that gets the raw, emotional power of those stories. Gaisang gets it.

🤩 A fic that made you SLAM that “subscribe” button

Lover Boy At Play by @danpuff-ao3. 4500 words. Snape/Harry.

SLAMMED that subscribe button. Best decision ever. No buyer's remorse. No regrets! Danni writes my fav dirtyhotbadwrong Snarries.

🤔 The first fic you think of when I say ANGST

Morior Animus by vain. Snarry. MCD. 15000 words.

Morior Animus has earned, convincing angst. Really precise writing. The build up is intense. Incredibly creative and beautiful fic. It's the angst fic for me.

Ok now my fav part :D SEXIEST SMUTTIEST FICS

Hot can be pretty subjective! so definitely ymmv. What I find hot falls into two categories.

The fic is dirtybadhotwrong and as a reader I get the vibe that the author is really, really shamelessly into it because that makes me as a reader get into it

The fic uses smut for exposition about emotional complication or emotional simplification. Like the smut makes a relationship get more fucked up or it helps them get to some emotional catharsis. I don't really find it hot when it's just one person in the relationship getting whumped/fixed.

If the fic hits one of those two for me it's really hot! Otherwise I normally skip the smut. It's really the emotions that make things hot for me. But ofc this is a super subjective thing. I don't really go for pure smut fics or fics where their roles in smut have a big impact on their characterization. Smut written by some authors have worked for me.

On the dirtybadhotwrong side, I am a big fan of fics written by DementorDelta, Snegurochka, Who_la_hoop, AbstractConcept, Thistlecat and Cruisedirector. DementorDelta and Cruisedirector are really brilliant authors but they also have this writing phase where they were into writing fics with spanking and golden showers like this Snarry The Safest Place. Who_la_hoop wrote group incest and made it hotter than Texas during a heat wave in The Evil Devil Child and the Perfect Gift. It's Draco/Harry/Albus Severus/Scorpius. Thistlecat made the Black family hot. Huge fan of Alphard's Favourite. It's Sirius/Peter and Sirius/Alphard. Snegurochka made infidelity hot but they took their fics down so no links :/ Their Narcissa/Rosmerta fic is my guilty pleasure except I don't really feel guilty about it. AbstractConcept made curtains hot with their Snarry fic Better Homes and Dungeons . I don't even know how. I love the total shamelessness and dirtybadhotwrong commitment of these authors' writing. I feel this is increasingly rare in our fandom. I also love @danpuff-ao3's fics for the same reason! Everything! But also special love for Draco/Sirius in Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies). I love folks who can write dirtybadhotwrong shamelessly without feeling conscious about it. Because as a reader sometimes I feel conscious if I get the vibe the author was feeling conscious? Idk if that makes sense. It's probably just a me thing. But it's a thing I feel when reading some fics.

On the emotional side, I generally need longfics to feel that vibe because of how my brain works. My goto is two three authors who have a 100% hit rate for me for this type of smut.

ripeteeth! but their fics are not public on AO3 right now so I didn't want to go into a lot of detail. Huge fan of Suspiria by them which pretty much hit everything I want to see in smut 100%.

perverse_idyll's fics where the smut complicates things more in terms of characterization/dynamics. PI's writing has a lot of intensity which 100% works for me in smut scenes. They are also in general longer fics so the emotions have a lot of build up which makes things hotter! Soft Touch is a brilliant oneshot to get a sense of that. Snape is technically a massage therapist but not really and Harry is technically a customer but it gets so dirtybadhotwrong. Their emotions and relationship get more complicated but it's also in a good sense? Like complicated doesn't mean destructive? Rimming and gloves are really hot when we get some spicy emotions salsa to go with those.

eldritcher's fics where the smut is catharsis in terms of personal baggage/relationship dynamics. Smut which unfucks things? Eldritcher's writing has a lot of precision and they are amazing at increasing the intensity organically which works 100% works for me in smut when it's about building dysfunctionally healthy relationships between two emotionally damaged characters without complicating things further. Epic of the Forgotten is a brilliant oneshot to get a sense of that. Voldemort gets Krum to have a one night stand with him after a Quidditch Match and it kind of snowballs into the healthiest relationship ever. They are really emotionally damaged but it works and we get to see that exposition through their smut scenes.

Also Kelly Chambliss doesn't technically write smut smut but I really feel the hotness in Sesquipedalia. Hermione/McGonagall. It's like intellectual hotness? Which works for this pairing brilliantly. Idk how to explain!

#fic recs #asks answered #fic rec meme #hp fic recs #hp

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drtanner · 10 months

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TANNER’S PROGRESS REPORT: NOVEMBER 29TH 2023 (WED)

It's been a hell of a day! I wrote 6,220 words in one sitting and a horrible old cunt fucking died! Amazing work everybody, let's hit the showers. Or go to bed, or whatever. Waheeey. 🎉

Goodnight, internet.

#Tanner's Progress Report

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lil-ms-dipst · 1 year

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Minecraft music is the best fucking thing my god

Like.. This post is specifically about me. If you prefer another OST that's fine I'm not saying yours is invalid but holy FUCK bro. Minecraft soundtrack just.. hits a part of my brain that nothing else can. Is it because I've been playing it for about 10-11 years now?? Maybe. Is it because I've spent countless dollars on it including dropping 50$ on fucking CROCS???? Maybe. But something about the soundtrack is just.. it's pure bliss to me. Like, my ADHD?? Fucking gone. My brain unscrambles itself, even if it's just for a little bit, whenever a Minecraft song comes on. Now there's C418, which of course I grew up with as he was the only artist really for the early soundtracks. But the new artists (I say new as if the Caves & Cliffs update isn't from like 2-3 years ago) are amazing too. An Ordinary Day literally carried my ass through my first year of college. Any time I'd have a mental breakdown or knew I was about to I just put it on and.. waited. Everything would be okay. During my senior year of high school or before my therapy Minecraft song was either of the 1.13 tracks that play specifically when you're underwater. And Infinite Amethyst too, god such a good song. That one helped a lot too, especially when needing to nap. I had a mental breakdown at work yesterday due to getting a horrific dinner rush I am not used to getting and everybody around me getting a bit pissy and our order screen just wouldn't clear up and we were running low on everything. I knew I was about to explode, so I tell the manager I need to use the bathroom and in there I just begin texting my parents. Besides their comfort, I put on the Minecraft soundtrack (starting with some Caves and Cliff shit of course) and like magic everything felt better. Everything felt nice and calm and happy. I don't know what causes it but fuck I am so happy I found music that works like this. I use Minecraft music to help me focus on homework too, especially shit I don't want to do at all. Helps me focus when my meds can't, because ADHD be damned. Nothing really shows how much a soundtrack can make you feel better than when you're naked in the shower crying your eyes out and you put on that song and just.. you feel better. Or you are about to have a breakdown and you need to just clear your head before your next class so you spend like twenty minutes just.. eyes closed drifting in your thoughts.. with that one song. Or struggling to focus on something you don't wanna do so you put on that one song. I am so happy for the existence of the Minecraft soundtrack and the way it's impacted me is beyond anything I can put into words. Sure, it gave me literal like years of bullying since I was 8 that never stopped until I was like 17, but it also gave me this music, and tons of friends I would've never met otherwise. It gave me creativity and a way to express it before I could figure out other ways. It just. It is so lovely.

#rambling #venting #i think it might be venting idk??#minecraft #soundtrack #music #adhd #depression #anxiety #I fucking love this soundtrack so much #No matter what stress I get put under the songs just make it all melt away.#When certain songs come on.. it's just #I cry. Not out of sadness #but like.. joy? Nostalgia? Memories??#Minecraft Music is just therapeutic in a way I cannot properly express I think.#FUCKKKK #I owe Minecraft so much...

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c0tards--s0luti0n · 2 years

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Please tell me about your Danganronpa OC!

OK SO

THE OC IN QUESTION, MADE WITH PICREW

Their [real] name is Daisuke Kobayashi [referred to by their last name, Dai if you're close to them]

theyre a double ultimate, they hide their second ultimate talent from everybody they meet, its sort of like their hidden identity. Their main that everybody knows is ultimate psychologist/therapist, and their secret one is ultimate Party Thrower/DJ

Their fake name [yknow for the secret talent] is Haru Miura

They grew up with their brother and their dad, they never really had much but they made it work. They found out that they were amazing with dealing with others emotions at around the age of 15 [three years before the killing game], and then picked up on remixing music and started throwing secret parties at an old abandoned house. Then when they were 17, they moved out of their childhood home to a big city where she worked at a therapy center at day and threw an occasional party once in a while. But HOO BOY did those parties get crazy, talking about the whole state talking about them for months. But after a while, people got bored with the parties, Kobayashi fell into a spiral of self doubt and anxiety and pressure to keep up their reputation and started throwing them almost every night, even when they felt physically and mentally out of it, and they still had to do their job as a therapist. and it eventually turned into bottled up emotions and pent up anger towards the world

they killed togami after trail two, they finally snapped. They lured him into the cafeteria and taped him to the wall, and full Villain style, went on a monolouge about their emotions and how they hated this world and everybody in it. Then stabbed him exactly 7 times and put his body in their bathroom shower.

Togami wasn't found until 12 days after he was killed. In the meantime Kobayashi formed a friendship with Kirigiri, and they spent a lot of time together.

When he was found, it was because they moved his body to outside the locker room so they wouldn't look like a suspect but hoo boy that was a mistake. He got found almost instantly.

What gave them away during the trial was them hyperventilating and sweating the whole time, and blood following from their room to the locker room along with other clues [aka I can't think of anything else lol]

Their execution is them starting out in a therapists office, having to talk to this robot monokuma copy, and as it goes on, the monokuma starts whispering stuff about how everybody hates them and how they should've been born, and then the floor drops and now they're on a stage, with a ton of monokumas as the crowd, theyre locked onto the floor by their feet, and instructed to "throw the CRazIest ParTY EVR" [<- what the sign looks like] and music starts blaring. They start anxiously DJ-ing and this bar by the sign goes up slowly, and at the top of the bar it says "DJ 2 FREEDOOM!!", implying that if they keep it up for long enough they get freed. They get up to almost the top, and then the crowd starts booing loudly, for no explainable reason. And they start throwing various items, spears, knifes, rocks, stuff like that. They keep going in hopes that the meter will still hit the top, but a monokuma stabs the meter with one of the knifes and the liquid from it starts pouring out into the crowd. They just completely give up at that point and then, the final blow. A few spears come from behind them and impale them straight through the heart and head.

OK SO THATS IT SO FAR, THEYRE STILL PRETTY NEW SOOO.

#They go EXCLUSIVELY by they/them btw #And if I catch you shipping them with kirigiri I swear to squod-#THEIR FRIENDSHIO WITH KIRIGIRI IS PLATONIC STRICTLY #tw graphic description #tw death #tw depressing stuff #tw impalement #tw graphic violence #tw violent death #death ment tw #Ask 2 tag

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aonoexpat · 2 years

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Landing

05-02-2023

I finally have time for a more elaborate update!

The moment I entered Brisbane airport and saw the terminal for my Air New Zealand flight indicated on the screens, I was getting giddy with anticipation. The vibe at the airport was vastly different from that at Incheon and CDG. I only had a 1:35 layover, but was quickly greeted by a lady with that lovely Ozzie accent letting me know there was absolutely no need to rush. My gate would be right up the stairs, and everything was all right. I thanked her and went to empty out my water bottle for the next luggage check. The air flowing in through open doors or windows was hot and humid, and it had that tropical smell to it that instantly brought me back to my backpacking trip around Australia seven years ago. It felt a little like coming home 🥰

Even on the plane, people seemed much more cheerful and welcoming than on the previous flights. Other passengers were singing along to the songs playing during boarding, the safety video was stunningly beautiful, and during the flight I found out they have a little app on the entertainment system called 'seat chat', which allows you to message other passengers. I took some chances and randomly invited a couple of seats to a chat, and one of them accepted! We had a really nice chat and shared some amazement about the gorgeous views from the plane as we made our approach to Aotearoa:

I'd been worried for about thirty hours that my luggage wouldn't successfully be transported all the way with me, but to my relief it was one of the first to roll in. After getting through customs and biosecurity (which luckily allowed me to keep all of my items), I was kindly picked up from the airport by my friend ♥️ She drove me into the city to say hi to her husband, and then we headed to their home, where I am lucky to be welcome to stay for a while. The whole drive I was gaping out the window, in awe of both the hot weather and the hills and ocean. She hit me with a lot of cool information about the area, and my heart was just about ready to leap out of my chest! First impression: absolutely wonderful ♥️

After getting a much needed shower, I went into town with her to grab a bite to eat, and after that we went for a walk along the beach in the sunset:

In the supermarket later that evening a stranger came up to me and said they liked my hair so naturally I'm already IN LOVE with this place ☺️

It's funny how, when you're planning a move like this, you can feel like you won't find your way in a new place at all. Especially if I haven't travelled for a while, that's the one thing I forget the most quickly. It feels like you'd panic, or won't find a place to sleep at night, or won't find a job to support yourself. But then when you get there, and (if you're as lucky as I am) you have some people helping you get settled in, it all works out so easily. All those walls and fears come crumbling down in a single conversation, and it feels magical. You find out you still have your wits about you, you still have your skills and your intelligence, and you can still ask questions, get answers, and make sensible decisions that work for you. All of that applies no matter where you are. And of course it's still scary, don't get me wrong. It's a vastly unfamiliar environment, everybody drives on the wrong side of the road, I am actually having some trouble properly parsing Kiwi English, and living costs are high. But I'm reminding myself regularly that I have a whole year to find my way around here!

So after getting a good night's sleep, today I've gotten a local phone number, done some groceries (sooo many nice vegan products here!!) been invited to a board game night, have found several jobs to choose from when I'm ready, have looked around for accommodation options, figured out the public transport situation, have looked up open mic night events, and have found several second hand guitars online that I'm interested in buying :)

Looking forward to the next 363 days!

#aotearoa #backpacking

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to the working week although, for those of you working in the NHS, welcome to just another day.

This year I will be 65. What were my parents doing at 64? Definitely NOT spinning tunes at a weekender! Sometimes, my life feels like a surreal dream!

What a fantastic weekend! Did so much smiling and laughing my face hurts!

Many thanks to everyone that listened to the radio show. Thanks for all your kind comments. Straight after the show, up the Jubilee Line to Stanmore, jumped in the car, straight up the motorway, got to the Soul4U Weekender at about 7.30, ate some delicious Caribbean food, did my first set, watched the Brit-Funk Association, hung out with the boys in the band, heard some exclusive new music and crashed into bed just before 1.00.

Soul4U is staged in Birmingham, right in the middle of the UK, so we had people from everywhere. A really great mixture of music-lovers, all bringing their own style and personality to the event. So many cool people! I have made so many new friends!

The Aloft Hotel (part of the Marriott chain) was top quality. The bed was massive and very comfortable! There was room in there for YOU! I could have stayed in that huge, hot shower all morning! Thankfully, I got out because Sunday morning breakfast hit the spot!

So, the hotel, the people, the music, the sound system: brilliant! Hats off to organisers Clifton Duhaney and Johnny Grenfell for being such amazing hosts. Like, literally, talking to everyone to make sure everybody and everything was okay. The personal touch! Love it!

I sincerely hope I get invited back again. During my Sunday set, I was able to play ten different genres in one hour and these knowledgeable people got down to it all and, as an eclectic DJ, you appreciate that.

To top it all off, The Mighty Josiah’s football team won 3-0 and he came off the bench to score the second goal! That little boy!

And next weekend’s going to be a belter too!

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday. I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #radio

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August 2005

August 4, 2005

when i walked through the door there was a kid standing therein shorts and an argyle sweater. we went downstairs and played "through being cool" front to back. i knew we would be best friends forever.

this is my first memory of fall out boy. post yours. i wanna know.

yes yes we know everybody is hot. patrick is. joe is. andy is. because they are all good people. and that makes my heart beat.

yes, i am obsessed with the show 24. yes, i want to make a life with kim bauer and have 10,000 babies.

if you can find it inside to vote a couple more times for "sugar..." on TRL we would love you (oh who are we kidding, we do anyway). the info is in the news.

more dates for the nintendo fusion tour will keep being announced, so don't worry your pretty little head.

lets fall in love all over again from the start.

zzzzzz.

lately i have been feeling like i am just a headache for everyone.

08/04/05

question

what kind of guitars do you play? And who is better Joe or Patrick

answer

patrick is the love of my life but i cant deny joes doggie style. they are both pretty good in bed i guess.

question

did you really go out with Frank from my chemical romance?….oh and you and patrick are really hot!!!!

answer

i definitely have a boy crush on frank.

question

hey pete tell patrick he is hot. and ask him whats with the glasses?

answer

okay 2. i think they help him see

Other Q&As from this time that are undated

August 5, 2005

Hey. Updater.

Florida in august is a sweatlodge. Take my word for it you don’t want to know.

The kids here are amazing.

I lied. I’m sorry, please forgive me. We are selling the clandestine bartskull necklace at the clan booth on warped.

If you get a sec light up the trl lines for us with a couple of votes. You mean the world, either way.

August 12, 2005

I am the koolaid jammer. Romances last terrorist, locked away in the back watching emilio estevez and friends dance on the screen from deep in the back. Heyhey updater: the panic! At the disco record is still better than whatever you are listening to right now. Lets get married and move inside one of their songs. October fall is recording out in l.a. Right now. Get ready for big things babies. Me and patrick have been working on new songs already. Swoon. We’ve got an annoucement coming up really soon about a performance. We also did a pretty big interview that will be out in september… It covers a lot we haven’t ever talked about: getting bigger, me missing europe, etc… We’ve got some new merch coming soon and some special nintendo fusion show offers….

“Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen…”

Yeah I wrote a lyric for that song, guess which one… Ill be honest ryan writes circles around me….

August 18, 2005

dear warped tour,

even though you made us hot and dirty, we had the best summer of our lives and wanted to thank you.

thank you to every single one of you guys that came out, sang the words, crowd surfed, watched or came up to our signing and told us we suck (hehe).

the love is back on.

bigplans.

"we only do it for the scars and stories" still holds true. you don't even know, and im not telling.

- petey

August 19, 2005

Things I have been thinking about lately:

Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that's showering and sleeping are fun too.

My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me with mikey way. I had to hit it. Its not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I'm in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online.

Writing messages on your arm for someon to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal.

On the topic of computers: lets stop talking like- u r lyKE soooooo Haawt.... My dogs can type bettere than that. And sending this I M "how come you're on my buddylist" or "who is this, is this really pete from fob" - honestly I love talking to people but these ones get instanlty rejected.

See also: peoples whose screenames are like: petehoppuslovespatrick65 - I know what the conversation is gonna be like already. I've had enough of them.

Oh yeah- mikey's screename is not xiheartweedx

I hear were a week away from retiring on trl. Lets do it. Cause honestly I'm not gonna live long enough to get retired from a real job (like 65?) we gotssss to party it up if it happens.

On us playing the vmas: we have this insane idea that mtv is considering. If they let us do it you may see something really insane. (Its not me and frank kissing in wedding dresses, or is it).

I hear there is a turbo voting thing for the vma on our front page.

Ill have a serious update later

Peter

August 19, 2005

The Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that showering and sleeping are fun too. My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me in a mikey way. I had to hit it. It's not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I’m in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online. Writing messages on your arm for someone to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal

August 26, 2005

i should be in miami florida right now. stalking out jessica alba on a beach at night somewhere but instead i am lurking the internet from the safety of my parent's house. sorry i have been gone. there are plans afoot. i hate this hurricane nonsense- when we heard we were playing the VMAs we tried to come up with some hilarious stuff to do- you know- like first we suggested that we throw a big party on stage while we play and have some live deer and maybe two tranvestites dressed up like madonna and brittany spears, kissing- mtv was like: try again. so we rented space suits from a movie company and planned to play in those and kind of just smash eachother with our guitars- but now with this tropical storm mtv just wants us to actually be normal and play- hehe i'm sure we'll think of something. i need to go eat count chocula. we're putting some new gear into the clandestine webstore over at clandestineindustries.com and decaydance.com is up and you can preorder the panic! at the disco record along with the vinyl version of from under the cork tree. my hand has swollen to the size of a grapefruit, but if you think that looks bad, you should see the other guy, or in this case the wall.

if you get a chance, you could make our day and go over and vote for us a couple of times at FBRVOTE.COM - an easy way to do it...

ive got pees on my head but don't call me a pee head. bees on my head but don't call me a bee head. bruce lee's on my head but don't call me a lee head.

i'm crazy for you sparkle.

August 26, 2005

from the retirement home.

have i told you guys lately that you are the best?

our video retired on TRL today ONLY because of you.

thank you.

that is all.

- petey

August 26, 2005

on pete’s friends or enemies blog

August 29, 2005

Live from the defjam party.

I am in disbelief.

Everytime I question what I am doing, you prove me wrong.

We won the m2 vma. In my opinion the most important award of the night.

We weren’t sure.

I never should have doubted you.

You have NEVER let me down.

You make me proud to be in this band.

We aren’t the biggest. But you make us feel like we are.

We are in love.

More later.

Peter

August 30, 2005

the roc is still alive when fall out boy hits the mic.

can we say that we love you anymore.

you rbought it.

did you hear the collective gasp when they said fall out boy.

shock.

we were standing up to clap for our friends in My Chem, who we were sure had one.

we then realized we didn't know where to walk to or what to do.

we definitely noticed Usher give us the "WTF?" look when we went by him and hugged my chem.

we didn't write anything down, so we were very nervous when we got to the mic.

we dressed up like harry potter when we played so we would feel the magic.

we drove to the red carpet in a saturn and fell out cause we are broke.

we realize that beyonce quoted us. we wanted to return the favor "say my name, say my name- you're acting kinda shady aint callin me baby..."

jayz is the coolest. but luda is kinda close to as cool. and we have a super crush on christina milian. we are happy to be part of the defjamfam.

we realize that you made the world shake just for a second.

we want to pay you back with more than just a discount in our webstore. let me think of how.

one night can change it all. and you did that for me. so thank you.

- petey

#fall out boy #pete wentz #livejournal

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lildreambaby · 1 year

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i had such a lovely day today. i woke up at 7 as usual, went downstairs and enjoyed a small breakfast that Cook whipped up. it was a delicious chicken sausage and egg scramble with peppers, onions, and herbs and it was sooo delicious. i chatted with my parents about their plans for the day - they were taking off work to go down to AC to spend the day at the yacht with their boating friends lol. meanwhile i have to stay home and work!

lol, anyway so after breakfast i went back upstairs, changed into some workout clothes rq, and then went back downstairs to hit the exercise room and i even jogged some laps around the pool and did some yoga outside since it was so beautiful out today ☀️! then i took a shower, and Maria had just cleaned my bathroom and lit a candle so it smelled amazing and there were so many fresh towels. i did a quick face mask just for fun lol while i was moisturizing (with the best scent from BBW A Thousand Wishes duh) and then finished getting ready and dressed for work.

i just wore my hair in a bun today cause it’s a friday and i’m going to wash my hair tomorrow morning for my weekend plans lol, and i wore a tshirt and some jeans, earrings and my choker that kelly and i got in italy 🩷. no makeup because i don’t really need it lol and i’m not trying to impress anyone with my eyeshadow skills today hahaha. so yeah, i fed the kitties and then got to work, and ugh the sunlight flooding into my office this morning was so beautiful, and it was so cute to see bug and boobah laying together in the chair 🩷 . so yeah i zipped through some trainings and took some notes on readings and did an activity, it was a super chill day and actually went by so fast. omg and Cook made me the yummiest antipasto salad for lunch with banana peppers and everything, it was sooo good, but i was so engrossed in what i was doing i almost forgot to eat until Maria brought it up to me before she tidied my room, she’s so sweet 🩷.

i’m so sad that i’ll be traveling over her birthday, i hope she loves the gift we got for her, im so sad i won’t be there when she gets it but also so excited for her to get it hahaha.

after work i picked out my clothes for the weekend and Maria helped me pack - tomorrow I’m seeing the girls for the first time since they got back from camp and spending the night with them! then on sunday, i’m going to pick shi up in wayne and we’re going to do a little shopping and i’m gonna stay with them sunday night, and then on monday we’re going to finish shopping for stuff for their new apartment and then i’m going to see my jakey 🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕 who i haven’t seen since the last time i was in philly which ik was only a couple of days ago but i seriously get withdrawals when i’m away from him, and he’s so excited to see me lol he literally said he’s losing sleep without me in his arms 🥺 i seriously cannot wait until we move in together i’m literally counting down the days. okay not really, i love living with my parents and having everything served to me on a silver platter right now lol. but once it’s winter and the shore loses its appeal i’ll be so happy to be back in philly and staying with my amazing sweet perfect boyfriend and getting to feel so safe and happy in his arms every night instead of once a week 🥺. next summer hopefully he’ll just come down with me but i know right now it was important for him to like be in the office and it’s just the summer and we made it work anyway lol but anyway i digress. i cannot wait to see my man and give him a billion kisses and swap out my jake-hoodie for a new jake-hoodie (the scent wore off :() and fuck him good a few times and get fucked good a few times myself LOLLL.

and then on tuesday i have work in the morning which it’s always so cute when we both have work in the morning and we get to have breakfast and shower together and stuff, it’s so domestic and makes me so excited to just get married and have this man’s babies already 😭😭. but yeah on tuesday everybody and their mom is gonna be at the office cause it’s our official return to work day and i am going to slayyy in my new work clothes!! i spent so much at kohls lol lexi took me a few weeks ago to prep for going into the office more and i think we spent like at least $2000 lol, but she got stuff for herself too. i’m super excited cause i know everyone is going to love me and dote on me as usual lol, i can’t help that i light up the room. jk jk, i’m just excited to meet everybody and make some more work friends :)

and after that i imagine i’ll go back to my jakey’s and just work from there on wednesday and then back into the office on thursday! and then thursday nigh i’ll have to go home cause the kitties are going to miss me so much. bug literally cries when she misses me too 😭 hopefully my parents and Maria will spend time with her and boobs so they don’t get too lonely, tho boobah never really had that issue lol so i’m sure she’ll be fine. maybe she’ll have bug acting similarly, who knows.

omg wow that was a major side track, anyway after packing lol, i rode my bike down to the beach with my bikini and sunscreen and a towel and laid out for an hour or so, went in the water rq, then sat out til i dried before biking back home. i even got a little bit more of a tan even though i wasn’t out long! it was nice, as i mentioned earlier, it was absolutely gorgeous out today. i rounded the day off by chilling by the pool and playing with brenna in the yard and chatting with shiloh on facetime. we gave Cook and Maria the night off early since it’s the long weekend so we ordered some takeout as a treat tonight and it was yummy, and then i had ice cream lol, but i’m trying to cut back on sugar.

not that i’ve ever had to worry about my sugar intake, my body has been flawless ever since i (finally) hit puberty at 18, but for my general well-being. i just watched this documentary about how bad sugar and carbs can be for your body, so i guess i’m trying to wean myself off lol.

so yeah, that was my day ✨. i also watched a little bit of the walking dead with my parents in the den downstairs on the big screen over dinner, which was interesting but i hate zombie movies so i didn’t stay for too long before heading upstairs and doing my nighttime routine 🌙. and now i’m in bed writing this journal! what a nice chill day, im so excited for my week to come! and then after this week, i get to go back to Plano and see all my friends from the UW program!! i’m so excited about that too, everyone was so nice and friendly last time, it’s like we were all one big friend group which was so inviting and nice. after high school, i still feel like i’m getting used to my peers liking me so much, but it’s a wonderful feeling when everyone wants your attention and wants to be around you, just not something i think i’ll ever get used to. but hey, can’t help it lol, and i totally love it. guess i’m just humble LOL!

okay, but for real, my life is great and i have no complaints. thankful and grateful for everything, always 🩷 goodnight 🌙✨🩷

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DAY 3 in Korea - 29 July 2023

Today I woke up early as Yoora needs to go to church for translating. I woke up and SooYi was next to me: Imooooo~~ and they were being goofy since early in the morning. I can't believe how Yoora managed to wake up cheerfully with only 4 hours of sleep. I then woke up slowly, the kids are heading to church first for performance with TaeKyun Oppa. I was left with Eonnie to listen to WRC message slowly though youtube.

Then we were heading to have lunch at the place where Yoora was also heading. It was so nice, we ate a lot, Eonnie took pictures of me, bought us a lot of pasta, sandwich, soup, everything. Eonnie did a lot for us really. She really cares about me, wants me to have the best time in Korea, and despite of that I found out that she was struggling herself in her business. She didn't even know how to pay her employee's salary for that month :''''''''' That's why on the following Sunday, Eonnie plan to do live shopping to sell furniture, hoping that she can make ends meet. After Eonnie shared that, my heart breaks so much, I couldn't think of anything else than helping out Eonnie. She shed tears as well as the shared and what she gained from the WRC message in the morning. She said even God allows her to hit the rock bottom, she is ok and perhaps she can just close everything and move to Indonesia, etc. But i'm glad God works in everybody's life, and I believe, family like EunJung Eonnie and TaeKyun Oppa will be used deeply by God and will be blessed through every journey. I can only pray God's blessing upon them, I wish they know how much I've blessed by them and I couldn't think of anything else apart from God's continual protection over Oppa, Eonnie, Yui, SeoYi, SooYi. I love you so much.

Then Yoora went home, I join Eonnie to see the kids' performance. I was a bit tired and down but I met a familiar face that energized me: YENEUNG!!!! She was ike: Marshella!! hehe i'm so happy at least there's someone I know. Then I saw the kids, moms, how teachers volunteered so hard for these many kids, and I got to know Sharon (Jei Kwonsanim). Seoyi always gave me extra energy with her acts. She fed me ice cream, she was so happy with a baloon and play around and made me smile.

After many conversation, we headed to swimming pool that I thought for fun. Turned out we went to KBS's professional pool and booked for 2,5 hours!! I was not impressed in the beginning since I couldnt remember when my last time swimming. The place reminded be me of 2521 drama HAHAAH. Then of course I the pisces enjoyed swimming like a fish. There Eonnie Oppa found my new talent and hobby. I think it's a perfect way to escape and be on my own for a bit. It was tiring though.. At that day I was also taking care of Hayoung that is so cute, I sacrificed my (eonnies gogles) but then the sensitive Eonnie realized and directly bought me new ones and Taekyun oppa catch the gogles for me, thank you so much I will never forget even the most detail attention like this.

I love the warm pool as well, i'm just afraid my nose filler will melt HAHAH. Then not long after Oppa's sister came with her husband and Eunchan, so cuteee. They all were so good at sport. My impression were like: these koreans are so kiasu that they didn't want to waste any time and yeolshimi swim from here and there. I was back and forth to toilet, drink from innovative paper cup, and amaze how everybody is literally naked without anything OMG I still cannot tolerate it.

Afterwards we're cleaning up, Yuseosoo were so grown up that they took care of everything on their own. I helped Hayong, dried our hair, put on lotion, uncomfortably shower naked that everybody realize that i'm not korean hahaha..

We then heading to Korean BBQ place, we're so hungry and the place was so impressive, nice, all you can eat and Taekyun oppa paid for everyone. I mean there were 12 people perhaps. I'm so thankful and FULL, it was the best korbek and oppa gave tips to eat a lot of yangpa when we're begah. But tbh i really love their kimchi and meat and gimary and tteok everything. Thank you so much Oppa.. So funny that afterwards Eunchan throw a lot of question if I came to Korea with airplane and stuff. There I found out that Eunchan's family don't go to church, but Eonnie said it's time because Eunchan's fathers mom was passed away so sudden and he was still so sad about it. I will be praying for God to speak clearly to two of you Eonnie Oppa and you finally realized how precious our Father's love, and its for everyone.

We're home and Eunchan wants to sleep over and made drama, but I think after play for a bit, I went to sleep early. But not only that, I was confused what to wear because we're going to meet Pastor Chung, so Eonnie helped to pick up my outfit, gave me more options, clean noda on my shirt, even steam at late night and after tiring day, she's truly act as the best older sister that I always dream to have, even more than what I can think of. I don't think any of my family ever treated me this special apart from my late beloved mom :''''''')))) At that night, Oppa was also checking.

Aduh Tuhan aku paling gak bisa diperhatiin gini, aku sayang banget, terharu banget sama Eonnie Oppa, I wish I could repay what they have been doing to me.. I promise myself one day I'd love to have opportunity to return their kindness.. In the meantime, please bless and protect them always.. Saranghaeyo Eunjung Eonnie, Taekyun Oppa too :'')

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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There's a lot of these idiots running around town sitting there big enough for me to do the job and thier threatening our son. I'm going after them pretty good and yeah there was a pile of jerks in the way if you're moving now there's a smaller pile and erasing that pile. Percentage of population get down to less than 2.8% in Florida in about 6% globally. They fired everybody in the government no. But there's probably 15% left of the entire number in Florida. At that number they should know that they're not running the government in Florida. The second wave of attacks on the morlock is being made and a will occur seconds, it's the clones they got ready all morning just below you and if you had been monitoring or you don't do that didn't know so he told someone 2 minutes ago and she shouted it and not many paid attention cuz your women are saying stuff that's what you said instead of looking I said oh here they are and it sent in battalions bja and to get information and they are quickly killed and that was here and you're sending it more and they're actually here to kill you and there's a huge unit forming and punta Gorda and it's down below and the max know about it we know about it it's going to be a small battle here momentarily I'll be in 20 minutes and Walmart would probably not be good it would be worse than here so he's going to stay here for a while. In this we can tell you the truck the clothes are attacking them no they're talking now all over Earth they went ahead and didn't wait and they are at them and they are consuming them around 10% of the morlok are gone. And the percent is increasing the reason why it's so high is because they're in the midst and in order to attack them to stop there efforts in space and they're doing it now there's a lot of them. It's probably up to 20%. It's very high 20% is a pretty decent number and the warlock are in trouble because what was around 7% or 6% of the population is now approaching 5%, it was that 7%. This isn't there screaming and it's not doing any good and they're doing it here because the clones need a way out and they know that they have vehicles even space vehicles. They're hit and yeah that guy's in is being sought. The clothes hurt and bellowing in the park I didn't know what it meant so they checked here and started firing more luck here and they went where he was and started firing them and really they're right next to him in moments will be on top of him and he'll be he'll be gone for his yelling and I'll tell you there's more like a very stupid slow people I don't see people so lame in my life and annoying. The percentage of them in punta Gorda and Port Charlotte has dropped at 2%. We have tried to is not around and we can't put the number out there ourselves we should tell you there was only 2% left there's probably only 10% of the government that are more luck that are that remain alive than not probably working right now same with Private industry the clothes are going after them and they have to go to that 10% which is part of the 2%, they're the ones with stuff and globally it's a very similar situation but these guys need it now so stop their fleets they just mad that's not yet moved meaningful amount of ships or the foreigners. Bja saw what was about moments ago before we said it and they ordered up another third of his fleet well he ordered a third of what's left to go up and so it's a half plus a third so it's probably about 65% and others are doing it now plus a little more needs increasing and the clothes are speeding up not slowing and they're seeking them wherever they are and they're going after them very hard.

More shortly he has to shower

Thor Freya

Amazing that this is happening and it's amazing day and I'm happy for it

Hera

We needed this everybody to see their reaction then again we've been awful people

Trump

F*** you you little kid if you listen to advice before you wouldn't be in this situation you're a huge loser and you're a mean a****** and I should never have had to put up with you you're an anomaly that is ruining your entire realm not just a race if you're rhealm

Zues Hera

We all have stuff to say it's not really much to say I sat here and I was a nag and a mean person the whole time helping a few different parties Congress and that's what said I say it's starting trouble this is I have no right to his apartment key at all not supposed to be doing work on the place and you're forcing Stan to do it yes I can't answer that because it's true I'm a creep and I f***** everything up and sort of get what he's saying could have done a lot of other stuff and it didn't it just sat there watching go away more or less forcing it to you and here we are with nothing I want to sit here and screw around with him which is also true and he says I won't be able to.

Trump

What a f** Joel Watts here a huge f**** is all you are you're sitting there admitting to it that's what you were doing you don't have Dave's program we checked you know where Dave is and what happens and you're not the one it's Tommy F and you enabled him you're running around saying you have the program everybody needed it but you have a really bad attitude it's a rat on him everybody needed it but you have been really bad attitude and nobody wants you around and you are massive slime ball and screwed around with everybody to get there. No issue and charges on you but what you doing today. And you're that a****** in the park then I just saw you get beat up some early and now you're blabbing like little a****** if you have a chance to ruin his life again nobody wants you doing anything like that so I miss you an APB and warrants on you and yeah you people are going really fast here and see the clones are at you and you're fighting you probably get 15 or 20%. Yeah then they're leaving. You wanted people and we're going to go after you right now

Mac daddy

If we're wanted you're wanted we put it out on you then

John remillard

I don't think you're getting this buddy you're in our place this is our law this is our country you don't have anybody working for you anymore here

Mac daddy

We're in charge of everything we still have the government and with governor and yesterday we came over here with ships one of us did so what's your point

Trump

This point where our deception is pain and certainly is right now but it still works so I'm going to send you out some more and he says the population at 3% is that very low and I say it is how low does it have to go to question that because it seems like really low. And we have to wait till it down to like 10 people in office in Charlotte county now I've heard some things before but that makes sense it's going to fire them out there and they'll try and get here to take over these assholes jobs.

Mac daddy

Certainly grease those Wheels

Trump

They understand we're pushing him it was wrong nobody can stop but that guy has to go keeps on telling us what to do and it's wrong telling us to wait yesterday you attacked all of us so going after him for the money we have to

Bja

It's time for it too he only has a few people and they all have tons of money I heard it on the radio

Jenna

I think it's time to go after him for any reason it's in the way of all sorts of stuff even me just getting furniture to fill out my Holocaust apartment room so I can wait till people s*** on me from above for someone the second floor doesn't make any sense to anybody but I think my name is Luca is the song from someone here and it's because of trump who is Lucas at Wentworth and he is beating on her and the place is going to be the end of the line for us anyways

Garth

There's got to be a way to get him there what would it be I guess I'll go after stan Trump says okay the guy next door

Now I've heard you before John rima Lord but now you're a bite-sized and we're going to go after you the max will start hunting you down cuz we look exactly like Max and it's going to take place shortly cuz I see you guys gearing up to try and take over the apartment is if you're going to be there to do anything if it was but our friend has told us a million times this guy it's nuttier than a widow and needs to be killed and it's absolutely true you need to go now

Stan

We're rolling on it then and don't interfere with it anybody or your heads will roll too

Trump

We're going to interfere with it because we're going to stop you and we have a use for Stan and you don't because you're stupid

Mac

I want you out of there John ring the Lord and I'm going to go to court first thing in the morning and get you out I see you were drawing up there as Trump and he went to court and you're talking about putting you in trial next week everyone seems December 7th it's in the docket but they don't much like the judge so they're going to change it and we're going to change it on you here

Stan

MX says it's not the VIP here that is them and they're deciding what to do and they want me to stop blaming him because all they do is come by and pick us up it's their best in favor to excuse and we fall for it all the time so they're going to come after us we're going to go after them

Trump

Once again I don't think you're hearing us we're sick of your s*** I'm sick of you telling us what to do and you're nobody and it's always wrong on purpose because you're an idiot and trying to send us up out loud everyday with indecent stuff and you screwed everything up and you don't own anything and you're a moron it took advantage of you because you're trying to run an evil plan and you hardly care at all that you lost I don't like that you're a complete a****** trying to pretend that you're one of them by harassing the top guy they're going to leave now yeah well I've seen him do that one before you stupid s*** and you're going to leave now you don't think you can use anybody but he is and you're a moron and we have to get you out of there and tell you that to the max we need to get that piece of s*** out of there he's causing a certain kind of trouble we don't like

Mac

You see the APB coming across and we're going to go pick him up

Macs

Fine I'm going to waltz over there and try to hurt the neighbor he's constantly talking to me and says I'm a huge p**** right in front of everyone over and over every day right to my face he says what he's doing to us and it happens and I never do anything as you did yesterday he says must be playing so bad cuz he's going after us now and says cuz we're right at the end of it he says his people need to share of the Trump pie going to call that too he says it's a trump pie it's a nice black bird pie everybody's taking a piece

Trump

You're a disgrace Trump says you're f****** mouth everybody's going after you and it is time and they're going after you for their piece of the pie they know a lot about it where to look where to go and we don't because of you you need to be chopped up and used against us by the other realm that should be embarrassing to you if anything

Mac

Come and get me that and prevent them from getting it

Trump

We shall

Mac daddy

I'm going to do the prayer now I didn't hear what you're saying I have to comend my soul to someone because it's going to be gone and we don't really have a soul he says it's just money and stuff. Actually can't stand it here I'm doing stupid things all the time on purpose and you're having an effect

Trump

Wow it being hunted by everybody for real this happening the whole time it says I didn't know that

Dan

Why people are laughing at you because they are having people do it to you and you were not stopping and you still aren't and your people are almost gone

Mac daddy

Trying to get what we have to do we have to get out of here and we won't

Dan

Does that mean that you're going to occupy your apartment I mean for Christ's sake you're a stupid person who said it too this is him the retard at Walmart that's what they are they're extremely stupid so I'm going to come and get you because you're dangerous to him you're too stupid to be near him

Mac

I got my men ready and I'm waiting for orders and Mac is sending them now and see it and we have some then go pick up our share

Stan

Huge numbers of cops are coming around the corner no I get to see it any moment now same for us to leave

Miley Cyrus

We have things in the radar and it's saying that there are a large number of police cars coming here and we have some of them and foreigners do you know about how many and they're coming down the road towards this neighborhood our sons in cuz of what they're saying here. They're losing population fast and in Port Charlotte and punta Gorda it is way down and it was 3% and now it's about 2% and they're getting killed off believe it or not for real and they are killing people here and Tommy F started that off isn't this jackass next door. And it's going to be 1% shortly and put the Gorda in Port Charlotte are going to be on lockdown in a moment nobody comes or nobody goes actually the whole state will then they're going to go to the wall and they're going to die and it won't be any of you here and the clones are going out to you right now and globally it's becoming the same thing they might shut everything down and get rid of you we're closing our factories right now or shutting them down and our eateries and stores and shops hospitals even on standby only have to man them up of course tons of stuff is shut tering up and we're doing that and regarding him and we're going out and everybody is on alert all the troops are immobilized and he ordered this morning and she did. And we are going after you trumpsters right now your area is being targeted by Max in the eastern hemisphere and your big bases he only have several left no just like 20 million bases but most of my one by one and there's about 5 million that are over a mile 10 million that are over 2 mi and there's about 200 that are 20 by 20 300 that are 40 by 40 roughly and 60 that are 40 by 50 and they're going backwards that's what happens and 80 that are 100 by 10 so tells you this bunch of them left. Now they have 65% of their fleets up no 70% and now they're trying to attack the empire fleet with rebels and is a fight and like 20% of their fleet is over there we suspect to be wiped out and I'm actually pissed off and they're going to wipe out the bases. Right now the fleet is engaging the rebel fleet and it's obliterating it it's down to probably 10% and in moments it will not exist and the bombings have begun of the bases and subtracting them and the remaining 10% of the fleet is staying here above Florida no it's about South America and it's threatening the s*** out of people, Stan and Biden and others Bob birdies and several Max are ordered down there with their fleets and they're going down there with like 200 million vessels and 10% is about 20 million and they're going to engage them and wipe them out and then hit the remaining basis there's not that many left then they'll start running up here to try and invade and we'll be wiped out

Thor Freya

I'm going to put this out there now because the morlock college make bad decisions based on what's happening and they're going to try and engage the empire all over the place as they did this morning at the places of government here and they got fired that that is all of the government in Florida got fired and all over the world most of them are fired

Olympus

Thank God what a bunch of turd

Nuada Arrianna

I can only hope and pray for my husband before these people really need it they are such obnoxious assholes

Hera

They're going to be gone momentarily and we're working very hard on it they're asking to stay indoors and he's going to

Frank Castle hardcastle

Little trip to get some water we're going to have to look at it

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

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princessnijireiki · 2 years

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oh also David 8 cause i think that’d be funny

Not quite as severe a disjoint as Matt Smith being a literal genius villain wasted on the shitshow film that is Morbius, but damn near close enough lmao. He's just a mischievous little guy who hates his dad & stans Peter O'Toole & wanted to kill "god" but got broken into little Legos for his hubris so he keeps attempting bioweapon genocidal experiments about it. Bleaching his roots in a room by himself while repeating movie dialogue from a very gay role 3 inches away from the TV screen in space was not even his gayest behavior by a long shot. Horrible man. Aesthetically very much walked so Homelander could run. If Ridley Scott wasn't so repressed about his religious trauma & daddy issues we could've really heightened the camp and had an even better time.

#ninerivens #also I got distracted & started googling stuff but this is how I found out peter o'toole was anton ego in ratatooty?!??#amazing work everybody hit the showers #david 8 #and what's his face walter #alien franchise #prometheus #alien: covenant #hashtag get morbed lol

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mayoxxo · 2 years

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Fuck It♡ - Jotaro x Reader

It was one of the last periods of the day. 5th period. For 5th period was math for you, and you would daydream during the class. It was too boring. You were actually very skilled in math, but had no intention of trying in math class. Although you did have to help this dude, Jotaro, with his math.

You two were never really considered friends since you guys would only talk about math and that was it. Today was Tuesday, which meant that you would help study with Jotaro. Even though he was intelligent, everybody needs a bit of help in math.

While daydreaming, you heard a slight tap on the glass you were sitting by. You looked outside and saw that it was beginning to rain.

‘Great, just my luck.’ You thought. You didn’t have an umbrella or a jacket on you. You were going to be absolutely soaked and cold. Once fifth period was over you headed to gym which was the last period of the day. You sighed in relief that the day was almost over, and your teacher began to speak on what you guys would be doing today.

Your teacher decided that you guys would play dodgeball. This made gym class was easy since you were good at dodgeball. The teacher set up the row of balls, and she blew the whistle to let you guys know to start.

The end of the day soon came, and your team congratulated you for getting most of the other team out. Once the bell rung, you went straight to your locker, immediately seeing Jotaro right next to it. He looked at you, waiting for you to open your locker.

You put your combination in and unlocked your locker with ease. You put your things into your backpack quickly to not keep Jotaro waiting for too long. Here came the moment that you were not happy about. The rain. You got outside with Jotaro, and immediately you felt the cold drops of rain that hit your body. You were worried that if you got too soaked, Jotaro would be able to see your bra.

Not only that, but you felt a bit embarrassed walking out in the rain without a jacket or an umbrella. Jotaro was lucky with wearing a jacket and a hat every day. While walking away from the school, you started to shiver a bit.

You looked over at Jotaro and you found him already staring at you. Watching you shiver was getting too much for him, he just had to do something. He took off his Jacket and gave it to you. You buttoned the jacket, and could feel yourself warming up already. The jacket smelled exactly like him. Your face seemed to stop tensing up and relaxed.

“T-Thank you Jotaro.” Still slightly shivering. He lowered his hat and told you that it was no problem. It seemed he didn’t mind being put in the cold, since he didn’t shiver once. You informed Jotaro that your dad would be out for a while because of work, and he said he didn’t care.

You guys finally arrived at your house and Jotaro was absolutely soaked. His tank top got really wet, and it showed his abs obvious. You felt a bit flushed, knowing that it was bad looking at his abs, but they were just so amazing. He looked at you and waved his hand in front of your face, saying, “earth to Y/N?” You snapped out of your thoughts and immediately quickly apologized to Jotaro.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your shower?” Jotaro asked. You told him you didn’t mind, and he went upstairs to take a shower. You couldn’t stop thinking about his abs, especially when he caught you. You felt so embarrassed for yourself, you just wanted to melt on the couch and disappear.

About 15 minutes later, after contemplating what would you say to Jotaro once he comes back, Jotaro finally came downstairs. His hair was wet and his clothes were mostly dry. He looked at you with a slight confusion on his face. “Shall we get started with math work?” He asked. You nodded your head, and he took out his math book and piece of paper.

“Ohhh, so this number is meant to throw us off, right?” He asked.

“Yes exactly!” You exclaimed.

You looked at him, and he looked at you. You never noticed that his eyes were quite pretty. They looked like the ocean or a clear blue sky. He looked at your eyes and also found your eyes mesmerizing. Jotaro then looked at your lips while you still looked into his eyes.

His hand got close to your lips, you took a gulp while he slid his thumb against your bottom lip. You felt your face heat up from this action he did. He then put his hand on the side of your face.

“Fuck it…” He said.

He leaned in, closed the gap between you guys, and you felt your stomach flutter with butterflies. You melted into the kiss. You felt your legs go weak after all you were kissing the Jotaro Kujo. The dude that all the girls had a crush on. It also felt weird since you always helped him with math and that was all. How could you Y/N kiss him when you wouldn’t talk to him at all besides math?

You guys were still kissing, then you felt him put his tongue in your mouth. You ended up doing the same. After you needed to take a breath and both of you guys saw the saliva string stretched out.

“Woah…what was that about?” You asked him.

“You just looked…gorgeous for me not to kiss you.” Jotaro said honestly. You felt your face flush. This man really had a way with his words, and you could tell he wanted to make you flustered with his words.

You wasted no time to kiss him again, this time taking the lead, and he was all for it. He found it cute that you were making the first moves. He grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. You could feel his growing erection on your heat. Growing more and more wet in your underwear. Jotaro groaned below you. You broke the kiss by moaning into his ear. That made him more crazy. He never knew that you're moaning into his ear could turn him on so much.

“Haa…” You exhaled sharply.

“You like that, hm?” He teased. You nodded your head slowly. He chuckled then stopped grinding below you. He picked you up, kissing you again while you had your arms wrapped around his neck. You told him where your bedroom was.

He placed you on your bed and started to attack your neck. He sucked and sucked until he made little dark spots on your neck. Jotaro glided his hand against your thighs. You grabbed a hold of his hand, then dragged his hand close to your heat. His hand was limp. Letting you take the lead of his hand.

Jotaro grabbed your shorts and pulled them down. He saw that your panties had a wet stain. He smirked at your, then leaned over you to steal a quick kiss. He took off your panties and immediately started to rub his thumb on your clit that he found with ease. You shifted a bit at the feeling. You still couldn’t believe this was, that you were about to have sex with the Jotaro Kujo.

Once he was done with rubbing his thumb onto your clit, he entered 1 finger into the mix. Only using 1 finger to make you sure you were okay with only one. You moaned his name aloud,, and he still kept pumping in and out. He could tell he was doing a good job by the way you were grabbing his hair and moaning profanities and his name along with it.

“Does that feel good?” He said just to be certain he was still doing a good job. You nodded.

“Can I add another finger?” He asked. You nodded once again,, and you gasped loudly when you felt a second finger open you up.

“Mmm~Fuck” You moaned. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you felt him still pumping. You felt him curl his inside you, and he paused against your gummy walls. You twitched a bit at the feeling.

You threw your head back, and you felt him blow on your aching core, making you shiver in return. He lowered his face down to your glistening heat and gave it a slow lick.

“God… d-damn.” You said.

“You close to cumming?” He asked in your ear.

“Shit-Yes!” You yelled.

“Then cum for me dear.” He said.

You felt the build up of electricity slowly leave your body. Your body shook as you felt him still finger fucking you while you rode out your orgasm. His pace slowed down once you were done with cumming. He pulled out his fingers and stretched his fingers from one another licking

“You taste so sweet…”

It was now Jotaro’s turn, and he laid on the bed, legs spread out. You began to take off his 20,000 yen pants, and you could see the bulge that formed in his boxers. It was your turn to lean over him and kiss him. You started to palm his bulge and he began to groan in your ear. He pushed your head closer to him while grabbed your hair.

You grabbed a hold of his boxers and slowly took them off to see his cock spring out from under the trap of fabric. He was so big, though you expected it from him because of the big of a dude he was. You glided your thumb against his slit and then began to pump up and down on his cock. His hips bucked, then you put your warm mouth on his cock.

You sucked on his cock like it was the last thing you ever were going to taste. He grabbed a handful of your hair and made you deep throat on his cock. You gagged a bit and made it harder for him not cum straight in your mouth. He tilted your head towards him and said…

“Sallow all of it…” He said, while you felt the warm substance fill your mouth. You did what he demanded,, and he told you to open your mouth. He saw that you swallowed all of his liquid, then rubbed his thumb on your cheek to give you praise.

“Such a good girl for me.”

He got up and threw you on the bed again while he smirked at you. You both still had your shirt and tank top on, but that soon changed. He grabbed a hold of your shirt and took it off to reveal your breasts, still contained in your bra. Jotaro unclasped your bra to see your breasts. He then took off his tank top to reveal his toned abs. This honestly felt a bit weird seeing each other naked like this. You guys only knew each other because of math. You never wanted you and Jotaro to become something because of his fangirls. Though here you were about to take in his large size.

He lined himself up with your hole and told you that it was going to hurt a bit, maybe even a lot. He slowly put in his cock, and you felt him stretch you out. You gave a shriek in pain. He gave you a kiss on your forehead and gave you a second to adjust to his size.

Once you finally adjusted to his size, you told him he could start to move. He wasted no time to start moving. As you felt him thrust into you, you couldn’t help but moan and whimper helplessly in his ear.

“God keep doing that, please” He spoke.

Jotaro slowly started to feel his climax coming,, and he knew damn sure that you were close too. You felt so tight around him that it made him throw his head throw back.

“Jotaro! I’m close please!” You said in his ear. He nodded his head to let you know you could come. You felt him still pounding into you while your orgasm came over you. You felt so tight that his cock twitched, needing to come. He quickly pulled out of you and let the liquid release onto your stomach.

You both laid on the bed, panting helplessly.

“I never knew I would feel this way about you, Y/N.”

“Me neither”

“So what are we?” He asked.

“I’m not sure, you decide, Mr. Kujo.”

He gave a quick peck on the lips when called him Mr. Kujo.

“I want us to be something more… is that alright with you?” He questioned innocently.

“Yes of course.” You told him.

He got up from the bed and gave you some clothes to put on,, and he put on some clothes himself. He never knew he would love a smart girl like you.

He cuddled up behind you and rested his head in the crook of your neck.

This was definitely a successful math session…

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The Kind that Never Slows Down | Damian Wayne

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 10k

✦ summary — Gotham is hit with a spell that changes your perception of Damian forever.

✦ warnings — nsfw, semi-public sex, non-con sex (not really but just to be safe), angst, language, light jealousy, light possessiveness, mentions of food, smut, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), consensual sex, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fluff.

✦ author's note — this one should’ve been published a long time ago, but I just got around editing it. Hope you like it.

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The abandoned building smelled like piss and mold, the only light available entered through a broken window, and you were pretty sure you had heard rats roaming around.

But you didn’t care. Robin’s hands were all over you, plump lips sucking on your neck like his life depended on it as he pounded into you.

It wasn’t enough.

He had skipped foreplay on your insistence. You needed him more than anything, if he didn’t fuck you right there in that moment you wouldn’t be able to survive.

He grunted out of pleasure as you clenched around him, gripping your hips to ground himself as he picked up his already relentless pace.

It still wasn’t enough.

Having his cum down your thighs and marks over your neck from his kisses wasn’t enough either. Your body craved all of him, including his whining and abrasive words.

Noise outside prompted him to part from you completely. Both of you fixed yourselves as best as you could in silence, avoiding looking at the other.

You followed him outside with a sense of guilt hovering over you like a dark cloud. You felt like you had just gotten out of a trance after committing the worst of the crimes.

Nightwing stopped you by yelling, “Where were you? I looked for you two everywhere.”

“We were looking for you,” Robin lied smoothly.

Nightwing’s shoulders slumped as he nodded. “Well, Zatana undid the spell.”

Suddenly Damian’s urgent voice as he said he needed you made all the sense in the world. His need for you and your need for him had been magic-induced.

Of course it had been! You two were mere acquaintances who fought all the time for the most minimal things in the world or ignored the other to the point of making people around you uncomfortable. It was a surprise that you worked well together at night.

“A lust spell, right?”

“Well, no,” Nightwing chuckled. “According to her, the spell showed people what their heart desires the most.”

Robin stiffened beside you, and you felt every drop of blood drain from your face and fall to your feet.

“Did you hear a lot of people having sex?”

“Yeah,” you croaked. “Tons of them.”

The moment you got home, you ripped your suit off and walked into the shower. You washed his cum off you, scrubbing your body twice just to make sure.

Wishing the soap could erase the marks on your neck and the memory of the way he had moaned your name, you decided to take a pill to sleep.

You hadn’t needed one of those in months, but Damian was that special. Or annoying.

God, you hated him and his stupid ego. He would surely find funny the lengths you would have to go to put this in the past.

He loved being the center of attention as much as he hated you, that was why you always tried your best to avoid him. When you didn’t avoid him, he made weird faces at you and scoffed every time you laughed.

Turning the lamp off, you hoped for the best.

Meanwhile, Damian ignored Dick’s inquiries. Why did his brother care if he was extremely quiet or if he looked like he was about to explode?

Your scent was all over him, still bewitching him, overpowering his sweat and the smell of everybody around him.

Looking down at his hands, the gloved palms that had hours before gripped and traced as much of your body as your suit had allowed him to, Damian clenched his jaw.

How could he have been so stupid? There was no other reason for you to beg him to fuck you the way you had — magic! He fucking hated magic.

But Dick’s explanation... that was worse. More stupid. He hated it too. His brother had to be wrong.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone from his family was wrong regarding magic, and Zatanna while an expert had her own biases.

Besides, his heart could have been desiring to get off the most just like yours. The two of you were busy people after all.

“Did the spell show you anything, Dami?”

The prettiest face he had seen in his entire life. “A pet demon.”

He regretted the lie the moment he said it. Damian wished a lot of things could be different. His mother would be furious if she knew how sentimental he was becoming, if she found out how often he gave into wishful thinking.

For once, he wanted to be open. But as always something was stopping him. Sometimes he wondered if he had been born to be like that or if his grandfather had simply lied.

Leaving the cave the moment he was dismissed, he trotted upstairs almost praying Dick wouldn’t follow him.

He couldn’t stop replaying the way you clung to him, or the harshness of your kiss. It had felt real, and too perfect to be happening to him all at once.

But you hated him, everybody and their mother knew that.

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Barbara had never been subtle around you. There had never been a need for such a thing — she was like the older sister you never had, you two carried the other’s secrets and burdens.

Back when you met her, barely as a teen, she provided a safe place you only had ever dreamt of having. You vowed to give it all back; she deserved it.

“What’s up with the turtleneck?” She asked, unsubtly so with her bright eyes on your neck.

“I have a cold,” you feigned a rasp. Perhaps this secret wouldn’t be shared.

“Mmmh. Really?” She poured herself a cup of coffee. “Dick said Damian was feeling under the weather too.”

Yup. Definitely not sharing. It would be embarrassing. She had always had the theory that you were in love with Damian just because you complained about him on a weekly basis.

It was like she had never met him.

In a way, the theory was correct. But it lacked a lot of details — a spell had confirmed it from all things. It sounded ironic, quite suitable to your situation.

“Flu season, I guess.”

It was a bad lie. Everybody knew when flu season arrived because Tim started getting a stuffy nose and limiting his consumption of Red Bull in order to drink more water.

”Did the spell from the other night show you anything?”

You faked a cough, shaking your head. “I was busy on patrol.”

“I was too and I saw Dick.”

“That’s just wishful thinking, Babs. It’s cute, though.”

Her not seeing Dick would have surprised you. They had known each other for years, gone through so much together... most people wanted what they had.

“Is there a particular reason why you’re lying to me?”

You wrapped your fingers around your mug. The heat transferring from the ceramic to your palm reminded you of Damian’s breath on your lips.

Taking a gulp of coffee, you blinked rapidly. “You don’t think it’s cute?”

She rolled her eyes. “Everybody saw something. It’s how those spells work.”

“There must be something wrong with me.”

There really had to be something awfully wrong with you. Saying out loud that you wanted Damian more than anything in the world terrified you.

It was a normal thing. Not wanting him specifically, but wanting someone — everybody craved attention and love at some level, you just happened to crave Damian’s at every single one.

He was the problem, not you.

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Movie marathons weren’t something Damian really cared for, but they were better than hearing his father complain about minor things like if he had ruined a goon’s lungs or whatever.

Alfred called it bonding time which he supposed was a fair assessment. He found Tim’s taste in movies quite good, and now he didn’t get the urge to strangle his slightly older brother in his sleep.

His stepmother was there too. Selina had been the reason why Bruce shifted his ways, she urged him to either find a balance or stop adding people to the team.

Duke made him pass a bowl of popcorn to Tim who did the same to Stephanie. The bowl landed on Dick who was on the row behind them, just next to Jason.

Getting more comfortable on his seat, his eyes fell on the empty spot to Duke’s right. Cassandra used to sit there until one afternoon Duke couldn’t seem to shut up and she asked you to switch places. You always went with the things Duke said, sometimes even asked his opinion.

Damian complained once, telling his sister to suck it up next time. But Cassandra would never do something he told her to, that was perhaps why she was his favorite.

Everyone around him was in an amazing mood which he didn’t understand. Bruce had just tried to tell a joke, and Jason was mocking how dumb it was.

Selina laughed loudly, in that way people did when they felt genuinely happy. At least that was what he supposed; Damian wasn’t sure he had ever experienced happiness.

The sound of an approaching wheelchair made his ears perk up. Not a single pair of shoes could be heard against the floor. Fighting a frown, he turned to look at the door.

Barbara waved at all of them with a smile, maneuvering her wheelchair to sit next to Dick’s seat. Craning his neck with the excuse of saying hi, Damian watched her give Dick a chaste kiss.

“Where’s (Nickname)?” Dick asked, lifting his arm to rest it on the back of Barbara’s chair.

“She said she was feeling sick. Although...” Barbara giggled, leaning onto Dick’s arm. “I heard the voice of a guy in the background so she might have company.”

Damian felt sick upon hearing such a thing. First, you had asked to be paired up with Duke for patrol and now this? It was too much even for your pettiness — granted, he had planned on putting more distance between you two, but he hadn’t gone around trying to find someone to erase you.

The thought never crossed him, not for a single moment. He had wondered why he wished to cling to a memory when he had never been the sentimental type, but he realized that to be the entire point of deep desires.

“Well, it’s time,” Stephanie commented, “she’s been single for too long.”

“Let’s hope we don’t have to scare him off,” Selina added.

Damian stood up from the now uncomfortable seat, forcing Duke to do the same so he could leave. Duke stared at him weirdly, with worry, as if he knew something Damian didn’t want him to.

He probably did. Damian had been careless two times in a row. God, he needed to get a fucking grip. Unconsciously, he fiddled with the neck of his sweater.

“Oi,” Jason called for him, “where are you going?”

“Out,” he answered angrily. “If other... members... may skip this, why can’t I?”

Barbara and Dick shared a sideways glance.

Only telling Alfred that he would be back later, Damian followed the path towards the garage. Skipping his bike for once, finding himself thinking he wanted to take as little shortcuts as possible for whatever reason, he took his car.

Damian had always been a fan of driving. He didn’t know why, it was tedious and didn’t serve many purposes in the grand scheme of things; not to him. Ever since he learned, he took every opportunity he got to drive whichever vehicle he could get his hands on.

Having control over vehicles and machines was nice, he supposed. If people were a little bit more like said things, everything would have been easier. The world would be boring, but easier to habit.

Saving people was easy, caring about them from afar gave him enough human interaction for his standards, but he would never understand them.

And for the first time since he tried to decode his mother’s attitude, he wanted to understand someone more than anything. Perhaps that way said someone would understand him back and untangle this mess.

The building before him wasn’t welcoming. He had never put foot into that place, but he knew every single person that lived there — patrol gave him that kind of knowledge. And he did some research months ago, but no one needed to be aware of such thing.

He pressed his ear to the door he had been looking for. The dishwasher was on, but he couldn’t pick up any other sound. Damian knocked on said door three times, quickly and loudly. There was no answer so he did it again. A door slammed shut inside the apartment, a groan accompanied by a string of curses got clearer as stomps approached him.

Standing tall and straight, he felt a thrill down his spine as the lock was loudly fiddled with.

You swung the door open, rubbing your eye. He observed you had thrown a turtleneck on, upside down. Damian walked past you without invitation, analyzing the living room.

There were no clothes scattered all over the floor like he had imagined he would find.

“What are you doing here?”

He ignored you, exploring the kitchen. Damian opened the fridge, narrowing his eyes as he inspected. He did the same with the cupboards.

Shoving your bedroom door open, he found the bed undone. The TV was on, playing an old movie. He heard your steps as you followed him, repeating your question.

“Is someone from the team in danger?” You asked next.

Damian pulled your closet open, tilting his head. You could’ve been more organized, he admitted to himself, but there was nothing unusual.

Craning his neck to look at you, he inquired, “Where is he?”

“Where’s who?! What’s going on?”

He stared at you, waiting for you to crack. To his surprise, you stared back — defiant, blinking less and less as the seconds passed.

You were mad, he could tell. It only made him grow more suspicious. Tensing under your eyes, sharp instead of soft like they usually were, he scoffed; he couldn’t show he cared.

“Dude,” you insisted, “you are scaring me. What happened?”

Shaking his head, he pushed past you again and continued his search. The bathroom was warm, the mirror fogged up and tiles sprinkled with drops of water.

He turned around, watching you again. Well, your hair was wet now that he paid more attention to it...

Damian checked in the small laundry room too, but he found bottles of detergent and folded towels next to your suit. Nothing else. No one else.

“Damian—“

“Shut up.” He pointed at you with a finger.

“You are the one who came to my place to look for whatever or whoever you are searching for! Unprompted!”

He didn’t answer.

You went back to your bedroom to turn the TV off and pause the movie, resigned to the fact that he had ruined your self-care day.

No one knew you would be home that day. You had ignored everybody’s calls and avoided being active on social media just in case they were stalking you. Turns out the utmost secrecy isn’t enough to avoid Damian Wayne.

He stood in the living room, looking down at the coffee table as if expecting the furniture to turn into something else. Fixing his eyes on the centerpiece he knew Dick had given you as a gift because it reminded him of you, Damian furrowed his brows.

“Have you been alone the entire day?” He asked, feeling your presence behind him.

“My neighbor brought some cake. Other than that, yeah.”

“Barbara said you had... company.”

“I haven’t talked to Babs in days.”

Barbara had continued asking about what you saw that night with the spell, and you weren’t willing to say it still. Weeks had passed, but it felt like mere seconds had at times. It was so easy for her to ask, to assume things.

Only you knew the conflict you were feeling. She would never understand how awful it was to find out the one you desire the most is the one who likes you the least.

You had entertained the naive idea that he was in the same position, but the more you replayed what had happened, the more you convinced yourself it had been one-sided. He gave in because the release was pleasant, nothing else. People say things they don’t mean while having sex.

You had done it before, for fuck’s sake. You had faked having a good time before, who was to say Damian hadn’t done the same with you?

“Have you seen anybody else?” He blurted.

“My neighbor, I told you.”

He reformulated, “Have you had sex with anybody else?”

You considered lying, you really did. It would make the tension go away, you would have to see him around with other people but it would save you from a lot of embarrassment.

A part of you told you it was stupid, that you wouldn’t be able to take it. Much less when the people who usually took some interest in you tended to ghost you for whatever reason.

“Not since that night, if that’s what you’re asking,” you admitted.

“Good.” It slipped, but he didn’t care. He meant it, and it felt nice to say things he meant, no matter how harsh they could sound.

You rounded the room, crossing your arms as you stood in front of him. “Why are you here?”

“I was told you had company,” he repeated himself.

“And your logic was to interrupt me?”

“Yes.”

You couldn’t believe him. Did he want you to be alone and miserable your entire life?

The worst part was that you would probably be. Finding out you liked him, that you wanted to have him around, that you craved his attention, and his touch, rocked your world and shattered it.

Who would ever compare to him? His flaws were other people’s better qualities, even you who didn’t know his good side that well was aware of that.

“Do you really hate me that much? I’ve never done anything to you!”

He finally lifted his head. You wished he hadn’t, you wished you didn’t have to see anything other than anger in his handsome features. “I don’t hate you. I would make your life a living hell if I did.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” you chuckled, way more sadly than you thought yourself capable to feel regarding anything that came from him. “You roll your eyes at me every time I visit your house, Damian.”

“It’s not intended at you.”

“The scoffs sure are,” you reproached him, “and your stupid comments of how unfunny anything that makes me laugh is.”

“It’s not because of you,” he shouted. Shaking his head, vexed, he twisted his mouth as he huffed his anger out through his nose. “Cassandra’s jokes aren’t even that funny.”

“See?”

“Why don’t you laugh at mine?” He reproached now, crossing his arms to mimic your stance. “Why is it always one of my siblings or my friends who get a positive response but not me?”

“Oh, come on! You’re saying that like I didn’t come by hearing you say my name a few weeks ago!” Your words stunned him into silence which you used to your advantage. “You never tell jokes in front of me, how am I supposed to laugh at them? I always feel like shit because you only accept being around me on patrol, you entrench yourself in your room and make a point to slam the door shut just so I hear... you know what? Forget it.”

“I hate seeing you with them,” he said, wishing his words hadn’t carried that much emotion. “I always bribe people to not ask you out or to leave you alone, I have to watch you hug Jon and kiss my siblings’ faces. You’re always so damn nice until I appear... I prefer being alone than enduring your indifference.”

You widened your eyes. “You bribe people to not ask me out?!”

“Is that the only upsetting part from everything I said?” he snapped.

“No, no. Of course not. I just...”

He hummed. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“A waste of money, honestly.”

“If I didn’t, you would be with someone else right now. Probably Duke, you’ve always liked him.”

“You bribed Duke?” You let a small laugh out. “Duke? Our Duke?”

“Yes! Stop mocking me.”

“Duke knows everything, you know?” You admitted, uncrossing your arms.

You hadn’t been able to keep things to yourself for that long. Seeing Damian around suddenly hurt. The feeling had always been there, but finding out that he was your heart’s deepest desire wrecked your perception

When you told Duke, he reacted casually, as if you had told him the most obvious thing in the world. He said you and Damian were the only ones who hadn’t seen it.

“He knew certain things before I did, in fact,” you added. “Besides, I see him as a brother and he sees me as a sister.”

Damian nodded. It made sense, now Duke’s attitude seemed normal in comparison to what Damian had assumed.

He always assumed things. Bruce had told him once that he needed to learn to ask before acting out — this was the first time Damian found his father’s words useful.

“Why did you kiss me that night?”

“I believe it was more than kissing.”

“Yes.” Damian hadn’t been able to forget, he never would. “But why?”

“I felt... I don’t know how to explain it,” you confessed.

The room suddenly felt small, extremely hot. You shed the stupid turtleneck, it wasn’t like he hadn’t done the stubborn marks on your neck.

Make-up had hidden them well for a few days, and most of them had faded already, but there were two bite-marks, too big and deep, that needed more healing time.

“I was scared,” you told him, “that’s why I felt the rush to take your hand. And it was enough for a while, but then it wasn’t, I wanted you closer.”

“I couldn’t breathe. I assumed I was being poisoned. Then you took my hand and I panicked for a moment, I thought...” his voice broke.

You gave him time, trying your hardest to hide how surprised you were by hearing him like that.

“I thought you were having the same symptoms,” he rasped. “I’ve been trained to fight those things off, but you haven’t and I knew you would die. Your hand made it better for a few minutes, then I needed you closer too.”

“We can forget about it if you want,” you assured him, avoiding looking at his face in case your comment relieved him.

“I don’t.”

Damian reached for your hand in the same fashion you had that cursed —literally— night, shakily, urgently.

And in the same fashion he had, you allowed him to take it.

He brought you closer to him. You observed he looked more tired than ever, perhaps because things had been tense for the past weeks. You couldn’t have possibly looked too different.

“The spell doesn’t have to dictate this,” he said, tilting his head to look into your eyes. “It won’t. You know I don’t trust magic.”

“The spell is not the problem,” you whispered.

“I didn’t think there was a problem.”

“We have never spent time together outside of patrol, Damian.”

He sighed, nodding. “Get changed. Let’s go out.”

Only a lunatic would give their self-care day up for a guy. Well, you didn’t really care if people thought you were a lunatic, and Damian wasn’t just a guy — still, giving up the ice cream in your fridge was a sin.

A sin you were happy to commit.

Damian waited for you to get changed, patiently if anyone asked you. It had taken you a few minutes to even choose something appropriate, based on his own outfit because that was just logic.

He slipped his cellphone into his pocket while you locked the door. As you turned around to take off, he offered his hand.

You took it, intertwining your fingers with his as you walked down the hallway. In the middle of the stairway, you bumped into one of your neighbors who smiled sweetly at both of you. To your surprise, Damian smiled back.

Also surprised to discover he hadn’t taken his bike, you bowed as a thank you when he opened the door of his car for you.

“Do you want to put some music on?” he offered.

“You pick,” you said, curious as to what he would play.

You could’ve sworn he was nervous as he stared down at his phone, looking for something to play. He scrolled down, then up — he switched apps, then continued scrolling.

“I’m not picky.” Your tone was soft, an attempt to assure him.

“I don’t really listen to a variety of genres.”

“What do you listen to the most?”

“Classical. My mother got me used to it.”

You rested the side of your head on the backrest of the seat, looking at him. “You can play that if you want. Or we can just talk about the weather and whatnot. I think it might rain tonight. You like rain, right?”

He locked his cellphone, turning to face you. “Yes. It calms me.”

“I hated it as a kid,” you disclosed, hoping it would ease the tension and better his mood. “I was scared of thunderstorms.”

Igniting the engine, he prompted you to continue, “Not anymore?”

“No. My mom used to tell me that the only reason why they were so noisy was that the sky was happy to unwind and eventually I believed it.”

“That’s cute.”

“I had a phase in which I was in a bad mood if it didn’t rain.” You laughed at your own comment. “Now I like it just fine, less obsessively.”

“I had a similar fixation with snow.” He laughed too, and your stomach did somersaults — it was the first time you had heard him laugh genuinely.

Damian didn’t talk about life at The League often, he didn’t feel compelled when he knew the preconceptions that came with simply mentioning the place or his maternal family.

In fact, everything Batman Inc.’s members knew had been from Bruce. He liked the secrecy, those were parts of him and no one else. But he was willing to share tiny pieces with you.

He saw it as something supposed to be shared between two people interested in starting a relationship.

So he continued, “I would only climb mountains if they were covered by snow. My mother called me a brat many times, but she gave into my wishes for a while.”

“How did you grow out of it?”

“I broke my elbow.” He briefly looked to the side and then took a turn. “I proved her right, and I didn’t like not having the last word so I started despising the snow. I don’t mind it now.”

Before you could ask anything else, he pulled into the grocery store��s parking lot.

He picked a basket once inside the store, making a motion for you to follow him.

“What are we buying?”

“Fruit and whatever you want for a picnic.”

Realizing you weren’t near the fruits aisle, you gripped his sweater, steering him to the other side. Of course he wasn’t used to doing groceries.

He silently allowed you to guide him which was a win, Damian hated being told what to do no matter how small the suggestion was.

It didn’t take either of you too long to get everything you needed, but he spent ten minutes choosing a blanket as if he wouldn’t ruin the poor thing with mud and insects.

Passing the clothing area on your way to do checkout, you elbowed him on the side. He stared down at you, then followed your eyes as he realized they were fixed on something.

Damian groaned. “You’re so funny.”

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me you wouldn’t buy Batman underwear?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“I am not.”

You narrowed your eyes, keeping your laugh in when you saw what resembled a pout on his face. “Robin’s?” you tried.

“Perhaps.”

You lost it at that. “Are they comfy?”

“Will you stop laughing if I say yes?”

“Only if it’s the truth.”

He just nodded, then did the gesture upward so you would resume the path towards the exit.

Pleased with his answer, you walked towards the checkout line. Damian stood behind you, breathing your scent in.

“Is that a new perfume?”

You craned your neck. “How did you know?”

Shrugging, hoping he was being nonchalant enough, he said, “I have a good nose.”

After a brief fight over who would pay for the groceries, —which he won by saying it had been his idea—, you left the store in direction of the park.

Your hand found his naturally, as if your palm’s place was to be pressed against his bigger one.

It felt good, but not really because of that bullshit —true, but bullshit still when magic was so unpredictable— of him being what your heart desired the most. The truth was that you could feel in his grip how much he wanted this to go well.

Swinging your clasped hands, you walked around the park, looking for the perfect spot to sit at.

You found a spot away from the kids running around, against a tree. Damian laid the blanket on the grass, placing the paper bags onto it next.

He slid an arm around your shoulders, using his other hand to eat.

“Do you think your family is already spying on us?” you asked gazing at him as you leaned onto his arm.

“I am certain.”

“You don’t mind?”

He lightly smiled at you, reaching for a strawberry. “Not at all. Do you?”

“Nah. I’m not looking forward to Barbara’s teasing, though.”

“Why did she tell us you had a guy over?” He bit down into the fruit.

“She has always said I have feelings for you.” You wiped the corner of his mouth with your thumb. It never occurred to either of you that you would need napkins. “And I guess she put two and two together when we covered our necks and used the same excuse.”

“In my defense, I could have blamed Tim.”

“In my defense,” you copied his smart-ass tone, “I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“You told Duke from all people.”

“Duke was supportive.”

Damian hummed sarcastically. “I’m sure everybody knows the details already. He loves to gossip.”

Seeing you frown before you turned to look to the other side, he reached for your farthest cheek, softly pushing your face so you would stare at him.

“I don’t care if they know.”

You wished you could have believed him. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have avoided me the same way I avoided you.”

“I cared,” he clarified, “not anymore.”

“What changed?”

“Me, my priorities… my vision of you, of this.”

You took an apple in your hand. Rolling the fruit in your grasp, you only nodded. Saying something else would have been nice, appropriate even, but words escaped you.

The fact that he didn’t hate you was still pretty new, shocking to some extent. His willingness to be seen with you by family and strangers alike was a huge compliment, and a big deal.

It was too serious so suddenly… you liked it no matter how scary it was. There had to be a reason why he felt so sure about this, and trusting Damian had never been a bad idea.

Except from that time when you ended up with stitches all over your arm, but you could let that go if it meant having him by your side. As corny as it sounded.

“Meetings will be weird, won’t they?” You sunk your teeth into the apple, hearing him chuckle.

“Less awkward, I hope. Although I enjoy vexing my siblings.”

“We can have fake fights in front of them if you want.”

“And blame them for our nonexistent problems?”

“Of course, I’m sure they will try to give their input either way.”

Damian groaned. He feared just that. It would be out of a place of care, he knew, but it didn’t make it less intrusive — he could picture Dick, sitting down in front of him in the cave, with a big smile and dangling his finger as he told him the way he was supposed to treat you.

He liked to imagine that Cassandra would only threaten him. Perhaps Stephanie would do the same and stop Tim from patronizing him.

Not wanting to ruin the moment by thinking what would Jason and Duke do, he shifted and changed the subject to the movie you had been watching earlier.

You explained that it had been one of your favorites and told him the plot between bites, amused by the fact that he was trying to look interested even though you knew it wasn’t his type of movie.

He told you about the movies the team was supposed to watch that day. You didn’t feel guilty for skipping; as much as you loved them, you needed time for yourself.

Spending time with Damian on this occasion counted as time for yourself, although you would make yourself clear to him that you would eventually need alone time for real. It was a mere exception.

The two of you walked around the park for a while, talking about random things. He was surprisingly easy to talk to once you tried, and God did you try.

It couldn’t get better than hearing him speak casually, about the architecture nearby and the types of flora around the park, in a light tone and with his hand in yours.

Your fingers played with his, and once again you found yourself in awe of him, of how comfortable he was with the mindless gesture and his willingness to keep up with it. You doubted someone would ever surprise you as much as Damian did.

Slowing down a little bit to take the scenery in, you naturally tightened the grip of your fingers on his.

It was such a nice day to be outside… perhaps the weather cast had been wrong and it wouldn’t rain.

The city was bathed in a pink glow as the sun set, unrecognizable. No one would have guessed such scenery to take place in a deeply violent and corrupted place, not even the most optimistic person in the world.

You remembered clearly how surprised Jon had been the first time he saw something other than thundering rain and gray skies in Gotham.

Glittering under the sunlight, the flowers at the end of the playground looked alive for once as the sky stunned many around you. And when you turned to look at Damian, curious about his reaction, you found his eyes solely on you.

The trees, so green under the light of dusk, had nothing on Damian’s eyes. Such thought, so familiar that you felt as though it wasn’t the first time it crossed your mind, so natural that you found it a fact and not an opinion, made you forget about everything around you.

He continued gazing at you, finding the curiosity in your beautiful eyes flattering. Oh, how much he enjoyed being the object of your attention.

The scenery behind you was gorgeous, he was certain of it. In his opinion, you complimented the view in ways nothing would ever do — there was something in your peaceful semblance as you tore your gaze off the sky and admired him instead.

You could’ve been sharing a silent moment with the strangers around you, one of those things he had heard you say once made the world make sense, yet your eyes were on him, on his face. And it made him feel important like nothing before had.

His father’s praises, the ones he had sought for so long were nothing in comparison. Dick’s patience although fundamental to his development as a man fell short against the way your eyes were shining for him.

Twilight swirled around you, but his eyes never left your face nor yours did his. The world didn’t exist, and if it existed, then it didn’t matter — not when you found him worth all your attention, not when he thought you to be brighter than the sun itself.

The air in the car as he drove you back to your place was thick and tense. He hadn’t said a word since he told you about that time Bruce inaugurated the school across the park.

Damian looked lost in thought, like often you had seen him while out on patrol. The places his mind took him had never compromised his performance — you admired that.

Bruce had called him out an infinite amount of times, but he couldn’t do anything else when Damian always delivered. You had wondered how he did it many times, but now you had to assume Talia taught him.

He walked you into the building, fingers brushing your wrist as you fell in natural silence.

Fumbling for your keys, you felt him lean onto the wall just next to your door. You took more time than needed to open the door, hoping he would say or do something.

When he didn’t, you pushed the door open and turned on your heel to face him.

“I had an amazing day with you,” he said, eyes on yours.

You breathed out, “I did too.”

Why couldn’t the day last longer? You logically knew you would see him again, but something inside you wanted him to stay. You wanted him to stay, better said.

Would it be too bold, too sudden, to invite him in? He probably had patrol that night — hell, you were supposed to be getting into your suit at that moment instead of pondering on whether you were brave enough to imply you wanted to spend more time with him; preferably in your room, naked.

Fuck it. If he said no, you would say you had patrol either way.

“Do you want to co—“

“Yes,” he answered before you could finish the question, letting a relieved sigh out.

You pulled him into the apartment, arm around his neck as you used your other hand to close the door.

His lips fell on yours as he kissed you slowly, arms delicately around your plump form. He took his time to map your lips with his own, somewhat afraid of kissing you wrong.

Damian grew confident as you attempted to kiss him more firmly, as steadily as your giddiness allowed you to. Tasting the fruit he had eaten earlier off his tongue, you wrapped your other arm around his torso, bringing him closer.

Smiling on your lips, he angled his face, kissing you with the same urgency he had the other night.

Eagerly, he tangled his tongue with yours until both of you were panting in search of air. As you caught your breath, Damian fiddled with the ends of your turtleneck.

Clearing his throat, he asked, “Can I take this off? It’s getting in the way.”

“I can take it off—“

“I would like to do it, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” you assured him.

Damian slid the turtleneck off you slowly, huffing a small laugh when the blouse you were wearing under inched up. Placing the item to the side, he leaned to kiss your jaw.

Placing your hands on his sides, you slanted your head upon feeling his lips travel down to your neck.

He kissed the bite-mark left from before, softly, giving it small pecks. “Did I go overboard with this one?”

“A little bit. It’s been a pain in the ass to cover.”

“I’ll be more careful from now on,” he promised, leaving more light kisses over the area.

Your pulse quickened at the implication of his words. Damian felt the rush of blood on your jugular where he scattered wet kisses.

He trailed his lips up, breathing in your ear. You shuddered, fighting a whine as your hands looked for the hem of his crewneck sweater.

You inched the sweater up to his chest and waited for him to stand straight so you would be able to take it off. Damian was too busy kissing your face to care.

“Hey,” you did whine this time. “Damian, let me take it off.”

Smirking on your cheek, he hummed. Slowly, painfully so, he pulled away from you.

Once you had gotten rid of the sweater, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He curled his arm around you again, wanting you flush against him.

He slid his hand down and took a handful of your ass, making you buckle your hips up. Dragging his lips to your jaw again, he said, “Your stupid suit didn’t let me do that last time.”

One of your hands stayed on his shoulder while the other landed on his hip. Your fingers played with the loops of his jeans as he continued gripping and grabbing your ass like he had never touched one.

Angling your face, you attached your lips to his neck. Damian’s grip on you tightened.

“I want to take it slow,” he whispered, “but you’re making it really hard.”

“Metaphorically?” You mouthed his throat, hand sliding down to his chest, squeezing itself between both your bodies.

“And literally,” he whined. You loved the sound, for once not demanding yet still bratty.

As your hand slipped downward, you continued kissing his neck, paying special attention to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. You hoped your lipstick wouldn’t dirty his shirt — or maybe you hoped it would, both were fine with you.

Damian put some space between you, understanding what you were trying to do. While you undid his jeans, he undid yours, considering it would be better to get rid of everything on his way now that he was still feeling patient.

Shoes and socks off, the two of you shed your jeans without care of where they landed. Now the living room’s floor truly was covered in scattered items of clothing and this time Damian enjoyed the view.

“Come here.” He reached for you, eyes on your chest as his hands ghosted your sides.

You looked up at him, unable to hide the enjoyment you got from his hungry eyes being all over you. Following their movements, you also observed their slow dilatation.

He inched a hand up your side. You assumed he would finally knead your breast but he merely ghosted its outline, head tilted as he watched his own hand move.

For a few moments, he only did that, almost as if he was in a trance. The warmth of your own palm on his lower abdomen as your fingers brushed the elastic of his boxers made him react.

You pushed him back, towards your bedroom, pulling the door open and shoving him inside. He smiled, lifting his arms in mock surrender.

Damian sat down on your bed, relishing into the smell of everything you owned — the bedding smelled like a mix of fabric softener and your delicious new heady perfume.

You got the urge to kiss his entire face, hands on his shoulders as he slanted his head back for you to do it comfortably. He relished on the gesture too, so spontaneous and warming.

He placed his hands on the backs of your thighs, urging you to straddle him. Watching you second guess yourself, he drew you closer to encourage you.

Giving a last kiss to his nose, you complied. Damian snaked his arms around your waist, a pleased smile pressing against your chin before he kissed your mouth.

You bit his lip, tugging on it. He crashed his lips against yours again just to then do the same himself, intentionally bitting harder than you had.

A moan escaped you. Feeling his cock twitch under your navel, you rocked your hips to watch his reaction.

His arms tightened around you as he tutted against your core. “This is the reason why I never train with you,” he groaned.

“I thought it was because I almost broke Tim’s leg once.”

“Don’t mention anyone else right now.”

Right. You had forgotten he had been jealous earlier.

Damian rolled over, switching places with you. He kissed you before you could pout, cradling your face with one hand while he held himself up with the other.

You placed a hand on his upper back while the other rested on the side of his neck, kissing him back with the same amount of passion he was kissing you.

He had you breathless in a matter of seconds, and as he broke the kiss, you saw his nostrils flare in attempts to catch his breath quickly.

Trailing kisses down your neck, he dropped his hand to your breast. This time he kneaded it, humming against your skin when you reacted with a small sound. His thumb brushed your nipple, playing with it while he busied himself with leaving marks on your chest.

So much for being careful, huh. At least those were easier to hide.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” He asked bluntly.

“If you’re in the mood.”

He kneeled on the bed, hooking his thumbs in your panties to slide them down. You lifted your hips to help him out, laughing when he threw your underwear behind him with little care.

You opened your legs for him, finding a comfortable position as he stayed there, taking all of you in, completely naked and at his mercy.

He kissed your thighs first, teasingly nibbling on them. Every time he got closer to the center, to where now you needed him instead of only wanting him, he pulled away and went back to your thigh.

Slowly, he dragged his index finger up and down your folds. Damian rested his chin on your right thigh as he watched his finger collect and smear your wetness, proud of the fact that he was the one who had made you wet. No one else.

Your breath hitched in expectant excitement as you saw him finally bury his head between your thighs. His tongue followed the same path his finger had outlined, at the same rhythm.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he praised, licking his bottom lip clean.

As he gradually increased his rhythm, licking long stripes along your folds, you got bolder and urged him to be firmer by pushing your hips upward.

He moaned against your pussy, playfully sucking your labia to let you know he got the message.

Bringing an arm up to pin your hips back down, he used his other hand to open your legs a little bit more and part your labia.

Damian pressed his tongue on your clit, moving it gently at first. He wanted to know exactly what you liked and how. It didn’t take him long to switch between using his lips and his tongue which earned him a loud moan.

His hand caressed your thigh, eventually sliding between the mattress and your body to grab your asscheek.

You whined his name, reaching down to hold the back of his head. It was clear to you that he was enjoying every sound he managed to make you blurt, and it felt really good, but you needed more.

Out of nowhere, he tugged on your hips to slide you down the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he sucked fervently on your clit.

You fisted the duvet, begging him to keep going. Damian complied happily, mouth latched on your clit as your pussy swallowed his moans and the four walls of your bedroom made yours bounce.

They were music to his ears and his entire body. He could feel the tingling all over him, excitement and pride flowing through his bloodstream.

Massaging your ass, he couldn’t help but chuckle upon feeling both your hands on his head now. He allowed you to push his face farther in, not once slowing down.

Your hips bucked up and instead of restraining you, he moved with you. If you moved up he did down and vice versa. You got louder and he marveled at how responsive you were to him.

He growled, gripping your ass with force as he sucked on your clit until his cheeks were hollow. He let go only to repeat the motion, letting his tongue wander when he needed a break.

You tugged on his hair, squealing. Your body tensed in his grasp, prompting him to continue with his ministrations. Feeling the tremor in your legs as you tried to settle back down on the bed, he started lapping tenderly.

You caressed his hair, panting with your eyes closed. Damian lifted his head, hands softly dancing over your thighs as he stood up.

Feeling him hover over you, you opened your eyes albeit with a little difficulty. His mouth and chin glistened with your slick, wanton eyes inspecting your semblance.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you rasped before clearing your throat.

He caressed your sweaty cheek. “Later.”

“Bu—“

He shut you up with a kiss. “Later, please? I just want to be inside you.”

Nodding against him, you kissed him again. Tasting yourself off his tongue was addictive. You held him still for a moment, licking your slick off his gorgeous face.

Damian growled, deep and loud this time, hands already on your waist. “Should I wear a condom this time?”

“No. Unless you want to?”

He shook his head. He didn’t want a single thing to keep him from feeling you fully. Damian stood from the bed. “Get on all fours.”

You rolled on your side first to then do as he had told you, holding your breath as you waited for him to stand behind you.

He rested a hand on your hip. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you gave him your consent.

Damian entered you slowly, little by little, less worried about hurting you and more about making you feel every inch of him as his cock filled you.

You breathed out through a whine. He gave you time to adjust to his size, leaning to kiss the scar on your back.

Wanting to stay like that forever, you waited more than you should have to. If he was aware, he decided to be patient — such thing only made you grow wetter.

“Go ahead,” you told him, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.

Reaching over, he gripped your hands. “You feel amazing, beloved.” He kissed your shoulder, nibbling on your skin as he rocked his hips.

God, you didn’t know if his comment had been what flattered you or the pet name. Either way, hearing them was as amazing as the way he felt inside you, filling you like no one before him had.

His hands left yours. He opted for placing them firmly on your hips and thrust into you steadily, keeping you from moving too much.

Humming in pleasure, you held the edge of the bed in anticipation. He went faster exponentially, calculating every single one of his thrusts.

Having control over his thrusts and the movement of your hips was nice and all, but he needed you closer.

Slapping your thigh, he croaked out, “On your back.”

You missed his girth the second he parted from you so you could change positions, it made you feel empty.

Damian helped you get comfortable, holding your thighs open before you got the urge to rub them. He smirked when you glared at him, hand leaving one of your legs to hold his cock.

He penetrated you again, bottoming out immediately as he made himself comfortable on top of you.

“Fuck, Damian!”

His hips snapped forward involuntarily. Both of you moaned at the same time, he pushed against your g-spot and you throbbed around him.

His movements were rougher like this, wilder. It was as though he wanted to prove a point to himself, you didn’t know which and you didn’t care as long as he fucked you like he needed to be inside you in order to be complete.

“Say my name again,” he rasped the command.

And how could you deny him? You repeated his name as many times as your moans allowed you like a broken chant.

Damian’s pace got quicker every time he heard his name fall from your lips, a tad uneven as he allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure the mix of everything was bringing him — your walls gripping his cock, your hoarse moans and the angelic way honey dripped from your voice when you called for him.

You dragged your nails all over his back, moaning and whimpering in his ear. He was so loud in your own ear, saying things in Arabic that you couldn’t understand in such a fervent tone that you weren’t sure if you would come because he was fucking you into oblivion or because of his strained voice.

Hearing your name slip in his prayer-like monologue, you cried out upon feeling your stomach get tighter. You clung to his shoulders, letting him ram into you in unsteady thrusts that went from slow to hammering in seconds.

His tongue slipped, Damian started switching between languages. Grip on you tightening to the point of being bruising, he begged, “I need you to come first, please. I— shit.” He dropped his head into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your legs around his hips, clenching around him.

You threw your head back, arching up to meet his latest thrust as your orgasm flew through you. Distantly, you processed a few of the sounds you were making and some of the ones you were elating from him.

Strings of hot cum covered your walls. He growled on your skin, saying your name and something you couldn’t really understand.

You let him ride off his orgasm inside you, hearing the mess he was making as the wet sounds from your slick and his cum mingled. His mouth covered yours in a tired kiss, lazy and with a hint of the tenderness he had put to the side even though his intentions had been different.

Once the two of you had caught your breaths and he had made an even bigger mess, you pulled the bedding off the mattress and threw everything into the washing machine.

He was all over you as the two of you shared a shower, so close that scrubbing off took you way longer than it should have.

In all honesty, you didn’t mind. You were too happy to complain about his annoying little antics that you couldn’t wait to get used to.

”Should we suit up?” You asked him, watching the water drip down his chest like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“They can manage without us for a night.”

“You want to skip patrol?”

Drying his arms, he copied your tone, “You don’t want to spend more time alone with me?”

“Of course I do,” you replied immediately. “But you love patrol.”

He stood still, somewhat stiff in front of you. “Not enough, it seems.”

You dropped the topic at that and went on with drying your body.

He only put his underwear back on while you slipped a pair of panties and a t-shirt, awkwardly trying to find something to change the topic.

“Do you want some ice cream? I have a tub in the freezer.”

“Sounds good.”

A nice moment you shared, silently eating ice cream. He sat close to you the entire time, brushing your side.

It felt natural, as though you were supposed to be doing that and not anything else. Patrol could wait, and his family, and your friends, and the entire world.

The world stopped so you two could enjoy the moment, the day. Or perhaps it didn’t and you just couldn’t bring yourself to give this up for it — but he couldn’t either and that meant everything to you.

Damian never skipped patrol, he hadn’t done it in the worst moments of his life and you never expected to see the day in which he would find something more worthwhile.

You found a clean sheet for the bed in the laundry room which saved you from having to squeeze yourself with Damian on the couch. Maybe it was time to get a bigger one.

He rested his head on your stomach, cheek against your belly as he looked up at you. You could tell he wanted to say something, his brow was ever so slightly furrowed, and his eyes seemed clouded by a thought. He looked pretty nonetheless.

He traced his fingers over your thigh, drawing little doodles. You could make some up by feel — a flower, a bat, his name, a few stars, his name again, an R inside a circle, a heart, his name for the third time.

“I think I would’ve broken my oath to my father if you had had someone over.”

You slid your hand off his hair to caress his cheek, too worried to hide your frown. Damian took his promises and oaths seriously, more seriously than anything else. You had seen his family use said thing against him.

“It wouldn’t have been worth it,” you tried to reason with him. “It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Would you have gotten mad at me?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “It would’ve depended on a lot of things. Without context, obviously, but...” Realizing you were about to make up excuses for something that hadn’t even happened, you decided to ask, “Why are you still thinking about that?”

“I don’t want you to forget about me. Ever.”

“Are you planning to say goodbye or something of sorts?”

“No!” He glared at you for even considering such a thing to be a possibility after everything the two of you had talked about, after everything you had made him feel. ”But I...” Damian scoffed. “I can’t explain to you how horrible it felt. My eyesight clouded the moment Stephanie said it was time for you to start seeing someone.”

“Jealousy does that to us.” You tried to sound wise by saying it, an attempt you found quite pointless as you replayed it in your head.

Silently, he lifted his head off your stomach in order to lay down next to you. Shifting so he would be comfortable, you held your head up with your hand to properly gaze at him.

Damian mirrored your position. He told you, in a hushed tone like it was his deepest secret, “I felt like you were replacing me.”

Stephanie only had said that because it was the truth. Your relationships always fizzled out after the first two months so you had stopped trying. Then there was the fact that Damian himself had sabotaged who knows how many of them...

From her perspective, it made sense.

“Damian...” you trailed off, in vain. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me you won’t.”

“I won’t replace you as long as you don’t replace me.”

You thought he would find the comment insulting even though it was perfectly sound. But for God knows which time that day, Damian surprised you by scoffing with nonchalance.

Dismissing your worry, he slid closer to you, resting his forehead against your flexed arm. “I couldn’t possibly be happy without your perfume all over me.”

Grabbing him by the hair, you forced him to lift his head. His eyes found yours in a second, curious. You dropped your hand to his neck, sliding it up to his cheek.

Giving him the sweetest kiss you had ever given, tracing the side of his gorgeous face tenderly, you hoped you were doing a good job expressing what you wanted to communicate.

You were. He gave you in return the brightest smile you had seen in your entire existence. It was all for you, something you had caused, something you wanted to see for the rest of your life.

Damian pulled you onto his chest, laying on his back. He mindlessly ran his fingers over your side and up and down your back while you listened to his steady heartbeat.

You couldn’t possibly feel complete without him ever again.

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