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Family Time

Damian Wayne x Reader Headcanon

Meeting Damian’s family and getting close with them

A/N: This is my first time writing ANYTHING so plz be nice. I won't do any major writings, just small head canons and maybe rabbles. Saving the big stuff for all you professional writers.

Word Count: 1,704

Warnings: Jealous Damian, injured reader, threats, implied smut

Meeting the Waynes

You and Damian have been dating for about 5 months now.

Damian has already met your parents and they LOVED HIM.

He was polite, respectable and always said the right things at the right moment. DAMN HIM!

Now it was time to meet his family.

You’re pacing back and forth questioning your entire existence while Damian is sitting on the edge of your bed trying to calm you down.

“Do my clothes look good enough? Does my hair look good? What if they think I’m with you for your money? What if they think that I’m a gold digger? Do they know that my family is also very wealthy? What if they think I’m a stuck up spoiled brat? OMG WHAT IF THEY HATE ME?”

You’re digging yourself a deep hole of negativity until Damian grabs you by your shoulders forcing you to look at him.

“Beloved. You’re going to be fine. Everything about you is perfect and my family will love you”

He always knew what to say and when. DAMN HIM!

“Thank you. Ok. I think I’m ready, let's go!”

As damian pulls up to the manor, you start to rethink your decision

“Is it too late to cancel lunch? Would they believe I suddenly got ill?”

“Beloved, as I said before they’re going to love you”

As always he was right.

You and his family immediately hit it off and got along well.

A little too well for his liking.

He knew his family would like you but what he didn’t know was that you would spend more time with them instead of him. DAMN HIM!

Bruce

Bruce loved you for his youngest son

Damian as had a girlfriend before, Raven, but after they broke up, he thought Damian would never open himself up to anyone again

Even though you and Damian are a kind of opposites and balance each other out, you understand him and what he’s gone through

He was the one of the first people, after your parents and Alfred, to learn about your relationship

Though business isn’t your first option as a major, you still want to learn as a backup

Who better to learn from than the man who runs on of the top companies in the country

Bruce offers to teach you the basics and even a small internship at WE

You refuse the internship but gladly take the lessons

Dick

Dick is an acrobat

You did gymnastics for 4 year

What could go wrong?

A LOT

Dick tries to teach you a double full out

You already perfected a full out

You’ve always had trouble perfecting your landings

It didn’t come a surprise to you when you were able to perfectly do the flip but mess up the landing to bad you twist your ankle

Damian is furious with Grayson for teaching you suck a difficult move knowing there was a chance of you getting hurt

Damian is about to lunge at Dock ready to attack until you stop him

“Damian, stop. I’ve twisted my ankle plenty of times trying new gymnastic moves. I’ll be fine in like 2 weeks. You don’t need to hurt Dick, I knew the risks”

“Ok. But if Grayson teaches you another move and you get hurt, he will need to sleep with both eyes open”

Normally, Dick would be somewhat frightened by one of Damian’s threats but he’s in shock from how quickly you calmed him down

He’s going to call you from now on everytime Damian is angry

Jason

You and Jason connect over your interests in books

You two form your own book club

You two discuss the book you picked out for the month and talk about many other books you two have read in the past

Both of you love to read a book and watch the movie/show that goes along with it

You two argue over which aspects were better in the book or the movie/show

“Elena and Katherine are blonde in the books though”

“I know that Jason. I read the book too. But let’s be honest Katherine is better as a brunette than a blonde. It fits her personality in the show way more.”

“You’re right.”

“I think it’s Nina Dobrev.”

“It definitely is.”

“I would have liked to see angel Elena though.”

“ME TOO!”

Tim

Tim had a nack for tech

You were attached to your phone

Of course you two got along

Tim taught you tricks on the computer and showed you secret games companies hide

You had learned from Damian that Tim was a bit of a caffeine addict

Damian’s words were “Drake will be the caffeine addicted idiot in front of a screen or head deep in a case”

You take it upon yourself to find caffeine substitutes to try and help his addiction

He is reluctant at first but gives it a try

After a few months Tim is drinking less coffee than before

He still drinks coffee but limits himself to only 3 cups a day, much better than 2 an hour

He drinks more water and gets in more sleep than before

Damian who never openly admit it but he’s happy his older brother is being healthier and taking better care of himself

Duke

You and Duke bonded over your similar senses of humor

It also helps that he’s also on TikTok as much as you

The two of you jokingly talk in TikTok lingo

“Bombastic side eye”

“Criminal offense side eye”

“Duke this is probably the most important question I’m about to ask… Team Hailey or Team Selena”

“I’m offended that you even have to ask. Team Selena til the day I die. Alex Russo practically raised me”

Everyone else is looking at the two of you confused

Damian is used to this already

When you asked him the same question you went on a 3 hour tangent and it was evident who’s side you were on

Damian didn’t care about “silly celebrity drama” but since he knew it would make you happy, he chose Selena

Cass

Cass is a pretty quiet girl, almost mute

With family she barely ever talks, with strangers she uses sign language

Once you learned Cass communicated mostly with sign language you took it upon yourself to learn

When you we were first introduced to Cass you signed

“Hi! My name is Y/N, you must be Cass. My sign is rusty, I’m still learning. Nice to meet you”

Cass gave you a small smile and you were ecstatic

According to Damian Cass almost never smiles and even if she does its for a split second

You both enjoy each others quiet company, watching movies or painting nails and braiding hair with Stephanie

The more time you and spend with Cass the more she opens up to you

After a few months, she starts giving you short answers without signing

“If you could only wear one color nail polish for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?”

“Black…”

“Good answer”

Steph

You and Steph connect as feminists

“Anything a boy can do we can do better”

Steph often includes you in any competitions he has that are girls vs boys

Does she include you because you can be used against Damian?

Yes

Are you upset about it?

Absolutely not

Why?

You love beating Damian in any possible way

Other than competitions, you both love pranking the boys

You two prank damian the least because you know well enough that damian can hold grudge and you love to cuddle at night

Pranking Tim is best

Before he got better he would fall for anything because he was too sleep deprived

He would fall for the simplest broken screen video on youtube almost every time

Once he started getting better, you two had to up your game

Your favorite prank on Tim was the fake virus that played the SHrek opening over and over on blast

Alfred

You couldn’t forget about Alfred now can you

Whenever you enter the manor Alfred is always the first one to greet you

Whenever you are waiting for Damian at the manor you go straight to Alfred and talk with him

You often assist him with whatever he’s doing

Baking, cooking, cleaning

He finds it refreshing a young person would help him

The others would try and help but often with miss up and make some kind of mess

One year they tried to make Alfred’s favorite cake for his birthday… and failed… miserably

They didn't include Damian because eventually he would take over and the cake would basically be made by him and not all of them, although he would’ve made it perfectly. DAMN HIM!

After 3 failed attempts they opted to buy a cake they knew Alfred would like from his favorite bakery downtown

Though they ruined the kitchen, Alfred was touched at the effort they put to try and make his favorite cake

Even though, none of them, except Damian, are allowed to cook or bake in the kitchen without his supervision

Back to Damian

It soon becomes evident as you spend more time with his family that Damian is jealous

Damian loves that you get along with his family, but he misses the quality time between just the two of you

You felt bad because you thought you were neglecting your boyfriend

So you made the executive decision to make it up to him

“My parents are out of town for the next two weeks”

“Business trip?”

“Yup. Do you want to spend the week?”

“No siblings?”

“Nope just you”

You lean in placing a soft kiss on his lips and pull back

You giggle when you see him lean in for more and he gives you an unamused look on his face because you refused to kiss him back

“So do you want to spend the week? We’ll have the place all to ourselves”

“Let's go. I already have my bag packed”

That entire week is just you and Damian hanging out and enjoying each others company

You give him all the kisses and cuddles he wants

He even knows just want to say to get more 😉

DAMN HIM!

OMG OMG OMG!!! I did it. Took me a hot minute but I got it done. I wish it was this easy with my assignments and homework. But I hope you enjoyed this.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year

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Hellfire’s Mama fox; Eddie Munson x fem!oc Chap. 4

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LONG wait in the making but I have NOT forgotten this story. Life plus my Celestial story as well as playing catch up on some requests got in the way that I had to put something on hold but now I’m back with avengance for this part. And hopefully this weekend I can write up the next chapter and have that posted up soon (won’t make any promises but I’ll try not to keep you all in suspense about the next chapter).

Not really much warnings in this chapter just some trauma of post season 3, grief, Billy Hargrove.

Chapter 4,

New neighbors

NEXT CHAPTER

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It was Labor day weekend and thank god we managed to get at least a day off of school come Monday. Also I’m hoping to maybe go around town to hopefully see if I can’t get some part-time work done. Ever since my parents kicked me out and basically cut me off, I’ve had to live off of Eddie and Wayne’s money.

Now they both have assured me I wasn’t any burden on when they spend their money on me but I felt like now was the time to really step up and pay them back, especially after what happened this past year.

Along with the Saturday morning cereal and some apple juice, I was skimming through the want ads.

“Good morning my fair lady.” Eddie said as he came out from the bedroom and kissed the top of my head.

“Good morning sir knight.”

“Looking through the Want-ads?”

“Figure it was time I started pulling my own weight around here.” I told him.

“Sweetheart, what have I told you? You don’t have to worry about any financial shit with us.”

“I know, but I still wanna at least try to earn my own way of living. I mean after all once we get out of here, I’ll have to get a job somewhere. Might as well get the life experience now that I’m no longer ride on daddy’s money or a scholarship anymore.” Eddie looked down shamefully.

His bright eyes shining with nothing but self-hate and guilt. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him.

“Hey,” I told him. “Eddie look at me.” His eyes soon looked down at me. “I don’t regret losing any of that though. All they saw in me was a golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, but you—you saw me for me babe. And I will always choose you if I’m given the chance to go back and do it all over again.”

“I’m just sorry you don’t get to live in a castle like you did before.”

“Castles are overrated. Nowhere near as close to the comfort our little hobbit hole provides us.” He softly smiled and said as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine.

“Only you could make a trailer home into Bag-end.” He softly kissed me as Wayne’s voice soon spoke up.

“Hope you lovebirds are keeping it at least PG.” we separated from each other and I bashfully ducked my head into Eddie’s chest.

“Really old man? You gotta go and ruin it for us?”

“For you, absolutely. So long as you both live in this trailer home, you live by my rules. So when I say keep it PG, it better be PG.”

“Whatever old man.” Eddie muttered while I playfully flicked him under his chin.

“Behave yourself.” Soon we heard what sounded like a truck coming up the gravel driveway. I ran to the living room and pulled down the blinds to see a small UHAUL truck coming up the driveway as well as a van pulling up behind it as the two vehicles parked in the trailer right across the street from us. “The Graham’s finally moving?” I asked.

“They did, back in the spring. After Bobby passed away, Willy’s son decided it be best he come live with them for a while. Trailer’s been empty for the past few months.” Wayne explained to me. I felt Eddie come up beside me as he looked out to and we saw a woman and a young girl get out of their van.

“Wait, I remember seeing that kid. Yeah that was Hargrove’s step-sister.” Eddie said.

Billy Hargrove. That’s a name one never forgets. When he and his family moved in from California just over a year ago, every girl in Hawkins wanted a piece of him, and he clearly wanted a piece of every single one of them (rumor has it he even flirted with someone’s mom).

But Billy was a dick. He could never take the hint that just because I was a girl, didn’t mean I wanted another guy ‘to fill my needs’ (his exact words to me when I told him I was already taken by Eddie).

“So why are they here? And where’s the step-dad?” I asked.

“Must’ve skipped out. After Hargrove died in that mall fire, he must’ve taken it hard and left them two with hardly nothing.” Now I wasn’t no stranger to what had happened on the 4th of July.

Even up at Indianapolis, news had spread about the tragic Starcourt Mall fire that not only killed a bunch of teens, but also our beloved Sheriff Jim Hopper. He may have been gruff and scary like a bear, but he was a good man.

He was also good to me when I was going through—well that time in my life that I don’t like to talk about. I was devastated to hear that he was one of the victims that died, but he died a hero.

My eyes stayed focused on the young teen girl who had a look that I knew all too well. That dazed, distant look that had a harsh exterior as she looked around at her new home before shutting herself into her Walkman while her mom told the workers where to take the boxes at.

“Maybe we should head over there and see if they’d like any help getting set up?” I suggested.

“No.” Eddie immediately said.

“And why not?” I asked as I turned to him dropping my blind shade. Eddie did the same as he turned to me.

“No one who comes to Forest Park trailers is looking to be neighborly. Plus they came from Cherry street and you know that everyone who lives on Cherry street already has an opinion of me.”

“I lived on Cherry street. Am I just as shallow as they are?”

“No! No babe you-I mean they just….” Eddie started to stammer as I crossed my arms over my chest and raise my brow at him. He turned to Wayne who merely told him.

“You’re digging your own grave son, get yourself out of it.” Before going to the kitchen and making himself some breakfast.

“Eddie, all I’m asking is for you to not be so quick to judge anymore. These ladies lost everything, and I know what that’s like.” Eddie looked at me with those sad eyes again. “Well I’m going to get changed and then go over there and see if they want any help. You do whatever you want Eddie.” I said going into our room and putting on a Queen t-shirt I got from one of their concerts ten years ago, some jeans and put some pins in my hair to push some hair out of the way.

I left the trailer without saying another word to the Munson men. As the U-Haul guys drove off after the last box had been brought out, I got the mother’s attention.

“Hello. I hope I’m not intruding but I couldn’t help but notice all these boxes and I was wondering if you two needed some help.” The mother looked at me and said.

“Thank you it’s—been a stressful transition and my jobs kept pushing us back until we had no choice but to just pack up what we could and get the cheapest U-Haul that would take us.” This poor woman looked utterly exhausted and drained.

“I can empathize with that. Took me a bit to adjust from home to mobile trailer home life.” I said thinking back to the day I first came here to Eddie and Wayne’s after getting the boot.

“I hope this isn’t because of this cluttered mess bothering you or that we’re taking time out of your day.” She told me but I interrupted her telling her as I grabbed a box that was labeled KITCHEN PLATES.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no absolutely not. Besides I’m just right across there.” I said pointing to the Munson trailer. “Besides slow morning anyways, got the homework done early so not really much going on right now. Plus just wanted to be a friendly neighbor.”

“Thank you……”

“Roxxi Murdock.” I introduced myself.

“Susan Mayfield, and that’s my daughter Max. Max, sweetie say hi to Roxxi.” Max looked up at me with those dead, broken eyes before she said to me.

“Didn’t you have to repeat your senior year like three times or something?” wow girl’s got spunk. I laughed nervously.

“Maxine!” her mother scolded.

“Uhhh yes this is my third repeat of my senior year. But it’s not because of what most people think it is.” Max just took her box of stuff and went inside the trailer.

“I apologize for her, it’s just—ever since the mall fire she’s been acting……distant. I try to be there for her but with our financial situation all in the drain I can’t really be there for her as much as I used to and……”

“I get it. Being a teenager is tough already without sudden drastic changes suddenly being thrusted into your life. I’ve…..been where she’s been.” I told her as we began carrying the boxes into the trailer.

We continued to bring in box after box of stuff until everything was brought in. I even stayed and helped them unpack their stuff and help them adjust the spacing of their trailer. And since their trailer was bigger than the Munson’s the spacing was fairly easy to do.

Whatever they couldn’t store away in cabinets or closets, I told them about the crawlspace just beneath the trailer that the Graham’s used to have for their stuff.

By the time it was 1:30pm we had managed to get everything unpacked and set up or stored in the crawlspace below. I had just came back with some lemonade that I managed to whip up from the groceries they managed to get before coming here.

“I—can’t thank you enough for all the help Roxxi.” Ms. Mayfield said.

“It was no trouble, and if you ever need anything, anything at all. All you have to do is ask. I’m only across the street.”

“Actually if you don’t mind, I—I have to pick up some extra shifts this whole week just to make up for this month’s rent. Could you watch over my daughter for me? I’m worried she won’t adjust to this new lifestyle and all that’s going on with whatever she won’t tell me. She was actually in the mall fire with her friends when my step-son was killed.”

Oh my god. I know Hargrove was an asshole and he certainly made it clear he didn’t like Max (told me a time or two he’d try to get rid of his shitty step-sister so that we could have our fun), and I don’t know if Max even tried to be kind or make friends with him, but no one should see something like that family or not.

“Don’t worry Ms. Mayfield, I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“You-you are an angel Roxxi. And I swear I don’t have much money now but I’ll pay you later once I get the rent and other things cleared off.”

“You don’t have to worry about that for now. I know this is a big adjustment not only the move but your life. From what I heard, losing a family member plus a divorce it—it’s a shit show. Pardon my French.”

“No it is. It was a real shitshow.” She told me as she fell to the back of her couch. I came around and sat on the chair in front of her and said.

“Could you maybe tell me a little more about Max? Just so that I can understand her a bit more.” She then began to explain to me all the things she believed Max liked. Reading comic books, but listening to her Walkman seemed to be the big thing especially ever since the mall fire back in July. She told me her favorite meals and when she’d like for Max to be in bed on a school night.

After getting all the information about Max, I waved goodbye to Ms. Mayfield and told her I’d take care of Max come Tuesday. I walked back through the Munson trailer and went back to Eddie’s room to see him on his bed re-reading Return of the King. Once he saw me, he got off his bed, came over to me and immediately embraced me.

“I’m sorry about this morning sweetheart. I know you were just trying to be neighborly, but—you know how hard it is for me to try and re-write myself when this town has already made its opinion of me.”

“Just because it’s those people’s opinions doesn’t mean it has to be everyone’s.” I said as I hugged him back. “But I should also apologize for how I said what I said to you this morning. I wasn’t trying to guilt you into anything, I just figure maybe there could be one family besides us who could see you the way Wayne and I see you. The way the guys at Hellfire see you.”

“I know. You really do have such a golden heart. That’s why you are Lúthien the Golden-heart Elf-witch.”

“And you are as loyal and loving as Beren the benevolent. The Ranger-bard man.” He smiled down at me and we softly kissed each other.

Labor day came and went and soon it was back to the real world of Hawkin’s high (what joy). And as I began to walk around, I would start to notice Max a lot more often than I did before. Even at school she seemed closed off and would try to make herself as invisible as possible, a girl lost in her music.

At lunch as our freshmen cubs sat down, I noticed how Lucas and Dustin took notice of Max walking by our table and they offered her a seat with them but she just looked at them before walking off.

“How do you guys know Red?” asked Eddie.

“Red?” questioned Dustin.

“That’s been his nickname for Max Dustin.” I replied.

“How do you guys know Max?” asked Lucas.

“Her and her mom are our next door neighbors.”

“She lives at the trailer park?” asked Lucas.

“And what’s wrong with living in the trailer park Sinclair?” challenged Eddie as he raised his brow at the young freshman.

“No-nothing! I swear Eddie nothing’s wrong with living there. I-I was only just saying—”

“What Lucas was trying to say is that. We’ve been trying to reach Max since the 4th of July and she never even told us she was moving houses.” Dustin said.

“Guys, people go through trauma in many different ways. Maybe with all the things going on in her life, Max just forgot or didn’t want to say anything. After all, being in high school and finding out you live in a trailer home doesn’t bode well to most, especially the jocks and the preps.” I told them.

“But we don’t care whether she lives in a big house or a trailer home. She’s still are friend, we still want her apart of our lives. We only want to help her out.” I placed a comforting hand onto Henderson’s shoulder.

“I’m sure you do. Maybe I can mention it to her, her mom asked me to look after her for this week while she’s working late. Perhaps I can get through to her, woman to woman.”

“Good luck, these guys have tried everything the whole summer since the mall burnt down.” Mike said taking a sip of his milk.

“Trust me boys, I’ve got a different approach when it comes to dealing with trauma.”

“What kind of trauma did you have to deal with?” Wheeler asked almost challengingly. That’s when he got a pretzel flung at him curtesy of Eddie.

“Don’t ever question your Dungeon Mistress and the Queen of Hellfire Wheeler. If she says she’s got this, she’s got it. Nothing you need to get nosey about!” I stroked Eddie’s arm trying to get him to relax. I felt just how tense he was so I kissed just below his ear and whispered to him.

“Relax babe, don’t go into papa wolf mode yet. Mama fox has got it handled meleth nin.”

“Consider that your warning Mike.” Jeff warned him.

“Yeah last time someone spoke against her, Eddie pounded them to a pulp.” Gareth said.

“Not exactly a pulp. But he couldn’t see out of his left eye for a full week.” Eddie nonchalantly said as he went back to eating his Chex-mix.

“Don’t listen to them Mike, they’re just trying to make you piss yourself.” I told him as Wheeler’s face was like a deer in headlights. The lunch bell soon rang which meant it was time to throw our shit away and get back to class.

After school let out, I packed my homework up and I said to Eddie.

“There’s some fish fingers in the microwave in case you get hungry. Make sure you do your homework and don’t stay up too late. I should be back by 11 tonight.”

“But why can’t I come with you? Or better yet why not bring the kid here?”

“You really don’t want me to answer that question.” I told him with a raised brow.

“I’ll behave, I swear. You know I’ve toned down the PDA around our new sheepies.”

“A bit but not nearly enough. Henderson still gags everytime he sees you bury your face into my neck like a vampire.”

“Hey not my fault you’ve got…such a succulent neck.” He started saying before his tone turned into his Dracula impersonation all the while as he came closer to me and buried his face into my neck. I giggled as I tried to push him away as he continued to say in his Dracula voice, “My sweet, beautiful blood.”

“Knock it off you big goober!” I laughed. He chuckled darkly as he kept kissing and nibbling my neck before I managed to twist myself out from his grasp.

“Damn your acrobatic flexibility.”

“I’ll see you tonight Teddy bear. Be good.”

“No promises.” He said as I went out the door and walked across the street before knocking at the Mayfield’s door. I knew Max was already home because I had seen her walk up the road from where the bus-stop was about ten minutes ago. I waited for a few minutes before she finally opened the door.

“I still can’t believe my mom asked for a babysitter. I’m not a baby anymore.”

“You don’t have to call me your babysitter. Just consider me a watchful guardian.” I told her.

“I’m still way too old for someone to watch over me.”

“Look Max, I know this whole adjustment is—a lot. Your mom just wanted to make sure you would be okay. You have to understand where she’s coming from.”

“Oh yeah like when she overworks herself to the point of passing out drunk after her shifts.” My eyes slightly widened. “Yeah bet she didn’t tell you that, did she?”

“I’m not one to judge. Even for as unhealthy as it is, be thankful she’s still trying to be a part of your life. Most of the kids here that have drunk parents are either abused or neglected.” That got her to freeze before she squirmed in her spot.

“You’re not gonna leave until I let you in, are you?”

“We don’t even have to talk after this if you don’t want to. But I promised your mom I’d keep an eye on you, and when I make a promise. I never break it.” She looked around at anywhere she could but me until she finally got the courage to look me in the eye. Without another word, she opened the door and allowed me inside her trailer home.

I set my bag down and pulled out my own D&D folder and took out my pencil.

“Mind if I use your dining room table to take some notes?” she gestured toward it, allowing me access to use it. I put away all the magazines down in the little basket where I saw the phonebook.

“So you play that—nerdy game too?”

“Is this you wanting to talk to me?” I teased.

“Just answer the dumb question.” She snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yes. Along with my boyfriend Eddie. We’re the DM’s of Hellfire club. Don’t let the name dissuade you, all we are is a bunch of nerds you love to roleplay a fantasy game. We don’t do ritual sacrifices or do demon summoning’s.”

“I know that. So then……you know Dustin, Mike and Lucas then.”

“Yes I do as a matter of fact. Lovely boys they are, Henderson’s got a bit of an ego, Wheeler could work on his attitude and Sinclair—he’s torn. High school tends to do that to most freshmen but I think he’ll find his way soon.” At the mention of Lucas, I noticed how Max’s jaw tensed.

So—this was the mystery girl Lucas he was in love with. And it seems she still loves him but is holding back due to her trauma.

“They really do care about you Max.” I told her softly hoping to tread the water lightly instead of forcing it to stir.

“They should just mind their own damn business!” she snapped.

“I understand—”

“No you don’t understand! Nobody understands what I’m going through and I’m sick and tired of everyone trying to make me feel better about it!” she then stormed towards her room and slammed the door. I sighed heavily.

“Give her time, she doesn’t need confrontation right now. I know I didn’t need that.” I muttered to myself as I went back to planning the last few details of my future campaign that I want to start hopefully in the next couple of weeks.

The rest of the week went by pretty much the same way. As soon as I was allowed in by Max, she’d lock herself in her room allowing me to do some homework or plan out my campaign. My heart really went out to Max, I don’t know what she saw in that fire, but she must have some serious survivor’s guilt (I believe is what they called it at the rehab center I went to).

It was Friday night and I knew Eddie was with the boys hosting Hellfire tonight so I knew I’d probably have the trailer to myself after I got done here.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit no, no, no, no, no, no!” I heard Max say as she came storming out of her room and into the kitchen with her Walkman.

“What is it? You okay?”

“Goddamn it shit! Don’t you die out on me don’t you fuckin die on me!” she tried to get a tape out of her Walkman but as soon as she did, the magnetic tape just shot out an endless tangle of black ribbons. “Fucking shit!”

“Here Max let me see it.” I told her as I came up to her.

“What’s the use, it’s broken! There’s no way it can be fixed now.” She said brokenly as she slumped down onto one of the chairs.

“Think you can find me some tweezers and a pencil?” I asked her.

“I told you, it’s beyond fixing. Both my Walkman and my tape are trashy pieces of shit.”

“I wouldn’t say that just yet. Just go get me the things I asked for and I’ll see what I can do. Also go get me another one of your tapes and we’ll do a quick test.” She sighed annoyed but got up and got the things I had asked for.

It was a careful procedure like stitching up Eddie after a bar fight at The Hideout, but I successfully managed to get the entire tape out of the Walkman. After testing another tape and found it successfully played that one, I told her.

“See, your Walkman’s fine. It’s the tape that was messed up, been listening to it a lot recently?”

“It was my Kate Bush tape.”

“What album was it?” I asked her.

“Hounds of Love, running up that hill single.” At hearing that, an idea clicked in my brain.

“Come with me.”

“Wh-where?”

“Just trust me Max now come on.” I urged her as she followed behind me. We walked across the street over to the Munson household and I used my key to get us inside and allowed her to walk in first. “I’m not gonna kill you if that’s what you’re thinking. I just don’t feel comfortable leaving you out here all on your own. It could take me awhile to find what I’m looking for.”

She slowly walked inside the trailer and I followed in after her. She looked around and I could see the perplexed look on her face.

“This is seriously where you and Eddie live?”

“With his uncle. He works late night shifts at the plant, bringing in the big bucks. Make yourself comfortable on the couch, I gotta check out in our room to see if it’s still there.” I jogged over to our room and began piddling around through all the boxes and totes Eddie had scattered in his room.

I put away another one of his drug totes and muttered to myself as I kept looking around the room.

“I swear that boy just fucks up everytime I try and organize our shit. Now I know my mixtape box has to be somewhere.” I peeked under the bed and pulled out a couple more totes before letting out a growl of annoyance. “I’m gonna kill him, I swear I’m gonna kill him. I know I brought that box in last week to reorganize my mixtapes for the truck!”

I looked into the dresser right by his bed before finally exclaiming.

“Oh ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! There you are!” I pulled out the box and dug through the middle row before I came across it. “Gotcha.” I grabbed the tape before putting the box on the bed and jogged back over to Max. “Found it!” I stood in front of her and handed her my own copy of Kate Bush’s ‘Hounds of Love’ tape. “Here you go.”

“You like Kate Bush?”

“My boyfriend may be a hardcore metalhead but he can’t suade this classic rock girl from her true love of music. This song definitely got me through some hard times, especially after this past year. But I think it’s time I bequeathed it to you Max.”

“You—you’re willingly giving me this? Why?” she asked confused.

“Like I said, I know what you’re going through. Not in the same circumstances but I know what it’s like to have no control in who you lose. And like Kate Bush says ‘I’d make a deal with God and get him to swap our places’. Which in this case means, I’m giving my Kate Bush tape to you because you deserve her more than me.” I held the tape out to her.

She looked between me and the tape before she slowly reached out, looked at me again almost as if she were expecting me to fool her. But when I gave her a soft nod, she took the tape from my hand and held it in hers.

“Thank you Roxxi.” At that moment the door opened and in came Eddie.

“Oh well this is a surprise. I thought you’d be over at her place?”

“Her Kate Bush tape tried to overstuff her Walkman. So I was just giving her mine.” I told him.

“I see. Well be thankful it wasn’t the other way around there Red. Luckily Roxxi here knows how to spot the difference.”

“Yeah, I got lucky. Well I better be getting home. And you don’t have to stay any longer Roxxi, you’ve practically stayed over this whole week.”

“You sure Max?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright. I can just order pizza or something, mom left some money for me to use.”

“Okay, but mind if I walk you back just so I can also pick up my stuff?”

“Sure whatever.”

“Back in a flash babe.” I told Eddie as I pecked his lips before walking Max out of the trailer and back to hers. I grabbed my stuff and bid her goodbye and told her that if she needed anything, just knock next door. To which she merely waved me off but told me she got it. I closed her door and I heard her lock it as I walked down the steps before jogging back over to our trailer.

Eddie kept watch at the door as he held it open for me, he bowed as I came up the steps and allowed me inside first. I thanked him in a posh tone before entering back inside and he followed shortly behind.

“So how was the campaign tonight?”

“Oh you should’ve seen them sweetheart, I had them—” that’s when he took notice of my private folder and journals. “Hang on, are you—you’re planning a Halloween campaign this year?” he knew this particular folder and journal meant only one of two things.

The Halloween or Yule Time campaign. During the holidays; I tend to make a campaign that lasts pretty much the entire month up until said holiday of either Halloween or Christmas. And just before or on the day of the holiday, I have the campaign end in a glorious finale.

I’ve built quite a reputation with the stories I come up with around the holiday season, especially Halloween.

“Yeah. Over the summer when I was…..well away, with my head clear I was able to draw some inspiration for a Halloween campaign. This whole week while looking after Max, I’ve been trying to put the last finishing touches to the story.”

“That is fucking awesome sweetheart!” Eddie said as he picked me up and spun me around, making me drop my stuff.

“Eddie! My stuff!”

“Shit sorry! Sorry not looking! I didn’t see anything!” he said as he put me down and turned away as I quickly gathered up the papers and journals.

“Okay you can look.” He uncovered his face.

“So……” he drawled out, “any chance I—”

“Not on your life Munson.”

“C’mon the first Halloween campaign in 2 years I deserve to know at least something!” he whined. “Do you need help editing the story? Or how about the big bad’s physical appearance?”

“I’ve got it all under control Teddy bear, I don’t need any help.”

“Aww.” He whined.

“But there is one thing I do need to ask.” I said as I set my things down.

“What’s that?” he asked perking up.

“Do you still have your character folder for Beren?” Eddie pondered.

“I think so, somewhere.”

“See if you didn’t always mess with my organization, you’d find things a lot quicker!”

“Oh god don’t start that again.” He said walking away.

“Oh you bet your ass I’m gonna get started with you Mister man! First of all I had to—” Eddie then picked me up and hurled me over his shoulders as he walked back to his room. “Eddie put me down! Don’t think you’re gonna get out of this that easily you AHH! OI!!” I squealed at the end as he gave my butt a hard smack.

He then tossed me down onto the bed before he crawled on top of me pinning me down as he hovered over me.

“Maybe there’s a way we can both compromise this situation.” I raised my brow skeptically.

“What do you mean?”

“I promise to help you reorganize this room, if you allow Beren to worship his Lúthien. You have kept me waiting all week after all.”

“I have been neglecting you, haven’t I?” I said as I reached up and stroked through his curls, gently pulling on them as he let out a groan.

“Shit you’re killing me woman.”

“Alright, first thing in the morning you help me reorganize everything in this room to how I had it before.”

“Deal, but first…..” he leaned down and captured my lips with his. His tongue immediately asking for entrance and I gave it to him. As we pulled each other closer, our tongues met in a dance for dominance (of course Eddie won that), and the rest of the night was nothing but pure, unadulterated, passionate love making between Beren the Bard and his Elven wife Lúthien.

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“I’ve never written an artist, never felt the need to, but I felt that I had to this time. I had to let you know that you saved my life. I don’t say this to you lightly, or in metaphoric terms. I mean it literally, as straight up as a person can say it to another person. You saved my life. I live alone six months out of the year, and without your music on this one particular day, I would not, in all honesty, be writing you today. I would be dead.

On december 7th, 2011 I woke up in my bed, in my house, that sits on a 5 acre farm in Ontario, Canada. I had been dreaming, and in the dream I was digging a grave. My father, who is still alive, asked me “Why are you digging a grave?” My response was, “I’m good at digging graves.” Unsatisfied with my answer, he asked again, “But why are you digging it? What for?” I stopped and said, “Because Sisco is dead.”

I’ll have to explain. My father breeds German Shepherds, or at least did many years ago. Sisco is our Alpha male, a large, pure black German Shepherd that resembles a wolf more than he does a dog. When I said that he was dead in the dream, I became confused at saying it because I knew that he was fine. So in the dream, I set down the shovel and followed my dad to the barn. He opened the door and out came Sisco, bounding around me, barking and playing. Healthy.

At that moment I woke up, my heart racing, and I knew something was wrong.

I went down into the basement and put on my cold gear. As I said, it was December, and this is Canada. Usually when I leave the house the dogs begin barking at the sound of the basement door closing. That day there was nothing welcoming me on my familiar morning walk. I could only hear the styrofoam crush of the snow under my -40 rated boots, the swish of my cold suit’s legs rubbing together, and my own breathing.

When I opened the barn door and flicked on the light that buzzed as it warmed up, I looked to my right, into the first kennel and Sisco was laying there still in that way that no living thing can mimic. I called out to him, but I knew before I touched him. My dog was dead. At this point I didn’t believe I was awake. “I must still be dreaming,” I thought. I let the other dogs out, watched them, let them back in, and went about my chores. There are chickens on my farm, too.

After a while, after the shock of what was happening and the grogginess of sleep had worn off, I understood this had really happened. I’d dreamt I thought he’d died, and now I woke to find he was actually gone. It was unbelievable, so operating on some strange coping mechanism, I took a shovel and walked out beyond the barn, further into the 5 acres and found a spot to dig a grave. As I worked, breaking the top layer that was thankfully not too frozen, I thought about Sisco and how the day before he was fine and gave me no reason to think he was ill. He played, and barked, and ran as he, I admit, hadn’t in such a long time. It wasn’t in his nature to play, he was dutiful, a protector, a friend. A wave of intense deja vu crashed over me as I dug.

At 4 feet I stopped digging and returned to the barn. I brought our wheelbarrow close to Sisco’s kennel and placed a lining of straw in it. He being a large dog, 95 lbs or so, I struggled with his body and lay him down in the wheelbarrow. I left the barn with him, tears filling my eyes as the rhythmic squeal of the wheelbarrow’s tire bearing played against the steady pulse of my footsteps on cold snow. When I reached the site I lined the cool, dry, sandy grave with straw, then lifted Sisco from the wheelbarrow and began lowering him into the hole. I slipped a bit as I knelt, his weight too much for my arms. I dropped him and he lay at the bottom of the grave awkwardly. I couldn’t leave him like that, so I reached further down and some how managed to turn him. I knelt at the edge of the grave, and stared at him, his nose to his tail, a peaceful, Fibonacci spiral of forever sleep.

I had no words then, only memories. So I spoke my memories to him. I asked him if he remembered when he first came to this farm as a pup, how father brought him into the house as a surprise. How he followed me around the yard tirelessly, his pink tongue lolling, a white patch on his chest that was eventually swallowed by the darkness of his black coat but could still be found if you parted the fur. And if he let you. I asked him if he remember how when I started university when mom and dad began taking winter sabbatical to their home in the Philippines, leaving me to mind the farm on my own, I would come home and be paranoid someone was in the house. I asked if he remembered me getting him from the barn and going into the house through the basement and us checking all the rooms as a team until I felt safe. I told him that if he didn’t remember, that I did. That I would always remember him.

I cried more at that moment than I had in a very long time.

When I was able to pull myself together, I told him that I loved him and began the grim work of filling the grave. A few minutes into it, I felt a pain flash across my chest. “Great, I pulled a muscle,” I thought. I got up from my knees and walked over to a bench we have out there that we sit on when we watch the dogs play. I sat on it, and realized I couldn’t get comfortable and that I was short of breath. I pulled my hood back because at this point I was very hot and uncomfortable. At that moment I realized I was sweating buckets. “I’m overheating,” I remember thinking, my vision blurred a bit. My heart was racing, I could feel it pounding, along with the muscle I’d thought I’d pulled. I thought, “I’ll just lay in the snow to cool down, I just need to relax.”

My brother, August, earlier that summer had put me onto your album Nostalgia. We had not spoken in a while, him being very busy with work. But when we talked he said I had to listen to your music, that he was sure I would love it. I remember when I first played Strawberry Swing. I was in the garage, just about to work on my 95 pathfinder, getting it ready for winter. I remember being entranced by the guitar picking, I remember staring deep eye of the speaker cone the music was coming out of, the bass rumbling it to life. I was instantly a fan.

So to relax, before I lay down in the snow to cool off and rest, I pulled my phone out of my snowsuit’s breast pocket and put on Strawberry Swing. I lay down as the guitar was plucked, and closed my eyes. Through that 3 minutes and 55 seconds, with my eyes closed, I saw my mother and father, I saw my girlfriend Alissa, and I recalled segments of the book I’d been working on for the past year. This was it, my life was passing before my eyes, and here I was, laying in the snow, dying. I didn’t know it then, but I was having a heart attack.

I don’t know what came over you, what made you add the alarm clock at the end of that song, but I owe you a great debt. That sound, that familiar, nostalgic sound that irked me, shook me out of my falling into sleep. It woke me, triggered something in me, something that said, “WAKE UP. YOU’RE GOING TO DIE OUT HERE.” All in capitals. My eyes flashed open, I saw blue sky, wispy winter clouds, then rolled to my stomach. I slammed my gloved fists into the snow, and somehow pushed myself to my feet.

The rest is inconsequential to you, and maybe if someday we meet, I’ll tell you the rest. But suffice it to say, I made it to the house, called 911, was rushed to the hospital, had surgery, and lived. I needed to tell you this, I needed you to know that your music saved my life. Without your music, without your choice to put that alarm clock sound at the end of the song, I would’ve fallen asleep and never woken up.

In the past 6 months I have been resting, recovering. In that time I’ve been working on my book and look forward to someday sending you a copy. Thank you, Frank Ocean. You’ll always have a fan on a 5 acre lot in Ontario, Canada.

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I had my heart attack 7 years ago today. Ultra beaming from that touchstone in my life, I'm here still. Tonight I'll be launching my book at the Philippine Consulate General in Toronto. I wrote this letter so long ago, but never felt like I'd done anything enough to warrant sharing it. I felt like I hadn't been using my second chance at life to it's full potential because of all the roadblocks in the way to publishing my book. But today, today I feel strong enough. Today I want to thank everyone and hug the world. Today I feel big enough to send this out into the universe in the hopes that Frank Ocean reads it. If not, at least you guys will. Wish me luck tonight. It's going to be a big one for me.”

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Good afternoon,

Yesterday we had a guided tour at the catacombs of Domitilla. Unlike the Paris catacombs that were built because of the overwhelming deaths caused by the plague, these catacombs were built for religious reasons 2,000 years ago at the start of Christianity. This catacomb was built for Martyrs or how we know them now, “saints”. When Christianity first started, followers of the Pagan religion would question people and ask if they followed Christianity, those that were brave enough to say yes would be executed in horrific ways.

The picture above are burial sites. They would dig holes in the wall, put the remains of the person in, then cover them up. As you can see, there are smaller holes that were for children. We were told that back then, if the man of the household did not want to have children anymore, they would leave the children in different locations to die of exposure. Some of these spots were reserved for those innocent children.

The catacomb we went into is 4 stories below ground, but there are some that go down to 6 stories below. There were several areas that were also closed off to the public to conserve some of the frescos (paintings) that still remained.

After the catacomb we took the bus to the Spanish Steps and the Trevi Fountain. Both sites were extremely packed with people and it’s not even summer yet!

We ended the night at a restaurant near the AirBnB and may have had a bit too much wine.

Today - May 26th

Last night was a bit rough for me. I was up last night with body aches, fever, chills and an earache. We decided we were going to stay in so I could rest and just go out for Isaiah’s birthday dinner.

We found out last night that today is a holiday so many restaurants and stores are closed, but DONT WORRY IM HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!

Hi folks Isaiah here, so we had a slower day to start but after we started feeling better we hopped on a bus and into Rome we went. That was about 4:00PM (2.5 hours before our dinner reservation I blindly made at 11:00PM the night before.) We walked around near the Trevi fountain for awhile. Picked out some gifts for me at a random store and headed back towards the restaurant area. There was a nice park close by so we sat out there and got to see the first wildlife of Italy we have seen. (Besides pigeons) We thought they were parrots and instantly started talking about how we could easily become pirates and sail the Mediterranean Sea. Our dreams of high sea sailing instantly died after one google search. Apparently parakeets are a thing. Instantly losing interest we walked down the steps and into the restaurant.

Rinaldi Al Quirinale was the spot. I’ve never had such amazing waitstaff and dining service before. As we sat down and decided what to order I was strong armed into getting a glass of wine. (By that I mean I was asked if I wanted wine.) I have no idea why but in restaurant settings I always panic and order more than I need. I ended up getting a seafood sample platter as an appetizer, ravioli stuffed with snapper topped with a scampi sauce. For the main course I got a tomahawk steak to share with Susie and dessert was panna cotta with mixed berries. Susie got Cristino with black truffle, ravioli with spinach and ricotta and dessert was lemon sorbet. In between these meals they casually dropped off a wheel of parmigiana and huge bricks of chocolate.

I’ve never ate at a fancy restaurant before and even with my barbarity and lack of etiquette they treated us great. After everything we waddled back to our airbnb and looked up reviews for the place. Apparently the prime minister frequents the restaurant often.

10/10 Would go into debt again to eat here

Susie here 👋🏼 I want to add that yes, all the food above was all from that one restaurant. It was the best food experience ever! I hope to make it a tradition to come to this restaurant every time we return to Italy. I hope that’s often! 🤞🏼

-Susie & Isaiah

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sweetswesf · 9 months

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Hello hello hello

Sorry I have been away for so long. Recently, a company that has a pretty good reputation told me that I couldn’t push back my onsite with them anymore. I pushed it back every month since it’s originally scheduled date of 4/20/23. I took it this week, 8/29/23. I did okay. I prepped a lot. I went in a hole. I didn’t even go to the gym in the 4-5 days leading up to the interview. I thought I did okay. I got my 2nd coding round in like 5 minutes. Fastest I’ve ever did it. And did it recursively. I took so many practice interviews in the days leading up to it and felt pretty good. They told me they would give me my results. Added exclamation points in it. I felt like I was gonna get it.

I didn’t.

I received another rejection the same day. It happened today so…a few hours ago. Also, because I felt like I got it, I scheduled another interview with another company. The interviewer didn’t even show up.

My head is pounding. I was kind of relieved I didn’t get it, because I didn’t respect the company. It was my company’s rival, and to be honest, one of the reasons why I’m unemployed. They kinda blew us out the water. I also felt like this just meant that I can focus on the companies I really want to be at and can do so without feeling rushed to make a decision. If I got this one today, I would have had to make a hard decision, potentially one out of desperation. However, I would have loved to get it to use as leverage for another company and confirmation that I can get hired by a top tech company. It’s been nos across the board. I am just confused about, let’s say I get a job at a place I don’t want to work, should I wait for the one I want, or take what’s in front of me and use that to get to the one I want later. I’m hoping I don’t have to. I didn’t want to be unemployed, but it had to happen. I just hope I don’t have to take something I don’t want. I’ll still pray regardless and know he has a plan for me. I just hope I can do that with grace. I’ve cried everyday through my unemployment despite knowing that God has a plan for me. It is hard to remember that he’ll work it out…I’m trying…

The interview wasn’t nearly as hard as what I prepared for. And I didn’t get it. Despite getting to resolutions in each round, the feedback was that I didn’t come to the most optimal solution without some probing despite me coming to the solution through talking it through with them and coding it up.

I’ve lost count of how many rejections but 8+ on-site rejections and another 40+ technical rounds that have ended in rejections.

I did pay off my school loans. $15k & some change. I’ve paid off close to $60k total since graduation 10 years ago. I’ve had the money to pay these off for a while, I had just been holding on to it until I got a job. I still haven’t been approved for medi-cal and REALLY don’t want to go back to pay $700+ for health care insurance I’m not even really using. I also went and got my check ups and hair trimmed. I couldn’t put it off anymore. I don’t know when I’m going to get hired. Positive thing: my health is better than it was a year ago and I learned some new things about my hair and the products. I prefer my hair feel and look on the other products though, so I need to figure out something that is a happy medium between the 2. I don’t know if it’s the products or my stress but my skin is BUGGGINNGGG. Despite all this adding a bit of pressure on me, I just believed that God would bless it. I feel so spent, that I was just like, whatever. I even reached out and made peace with my little brother, aunt, family members, and friends that have deserted me during this time. I didn’t tell them what I really wanted to say. I just don’t want anything blocking my blessings and God said do it.

I’m so tired y’all…I LOOK CRAZY. My eyes have bags. But I still get compliments. I appreciate them. I want to tell those people, you have no clue the battles I’m fighting. Every new person I’ve met this year, in some way or another I’ve had to tell them about my situation. I’m getting stronger. I’m toning up. I’m grateful. But my eyes. I just feel very sad so often. I try to remember to have joy as much as possible though.

What sucks is that I keep getting referrals, keep getting opportunities, keep getting reached out to by companies I want to be at…and then I get rejected or they just go radio silent.

The good thing is I haven’t blown it yet with the companies I ACTUALLY want to be at. I feel like God is prepping me for them. I don’t think God is asking me to pursue other fields, but I also don’t know where He is taking me. I have to continue leaning on faith, praying, and waiting. This is truly the hardest time I’ve ever endured. Harder than COVID. Harder than those months of feeling alone on a project in a record cold winter in Buffalo. Your prayers are appreciated. I know my top choice is on the way. I know He’s making a way for me despite everything I’ve been through.

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4/17/23

I wrote a really good song. It is called Open Spring. It is five minutes. I started it last Monday and I have completed it. I just shared it with Seojin and her friend, who I’ve seen on Grindr. They were impressed with me. I shared it with Charlie as well, who brought me to a poetry reading tonight in NYC. They were really moved by it and that means a lot to me, because they are a really intelligent and thoughtful individual. They are also extremely emotional, which I appreciate. Right now, I feel elated, and therefore good. This morning I was inducted into Phi Beta Kappa, a prestigious honors society and I also went to the gym. I met Anne Wallen which was cool. I went to NYC and met a cool poet I guess who was a translator and liked that I was a polyglot. Charlie was showing me off. I felt important and real! I spoke French and German to a gay man. I walked on the high line with my eyes glued to Grindr. So what.

I’m so tired. Yesterday I drank myself to sleep because I felt alone and pathetic and I do not feel like that right now! But, it still concerns me because I felt awful and I didn’t know what to do to make it better. I felt bad, bad, bad. I was talking to Amay on Grindr and I told him I know about the DL frat dude and his OnlyFans and how I saw him and Simon at the Yard together (future me, does this have context?) and he was like, “who are you?” and I said that “anonymity suits me tonight.” And yes, and whatever. I was a black hole of self. There was not one thing glorious about my suffering. I could not write or compose and even if I did, that would not have ameliorated the feeling. It is hard to be a person. Sometimes I live in a bad house (I am embodied.) I haven’t written a poem in a bit which is its own sort of forewarning. In my drunken state, I ordered AirPod pros. So what? I am about to literally graduate college. (In a way, I was never supposed to get here - when did I start living?)

Dear Murod, I still think of you most every day but more like you are the sun inside of my eyes and I close them and the whole landscape of my spirit erupts under your fire. More like if there is a sun inside of my eyes it is because I put the summer away like porn on my computer the colliding bodies inhibiting the inert electric wirings of my consciousness Like here is enough light to burn darkness into flesh and bone Like, Murod, you are the best collection of neurons I have ever grown. The amount of times I have slept in your smile. The soft pink feeling right at the center of my chest is what a prayer feels like answered. I have lived through enough epilogues. Or my ear, on top of your chest, I heard the ocean of your breathing and drowning seemed like a destination rather than a consequence. Like I look into mirrors and eyes blink awake to capture this looking. If the passage of time had a body it would be a good one, but maybe very sad, like a too big tree which has seen too many years of Earth. Dear Murod, I convinced myself I can speak to the seasons, you are the baby in the barn, summer is meaner than winter, whatever is behind the moon you are likely hiding from me, you are not dead either, and whatever eclipsed horrible worse feeling crouching behind this paragraph is beating like an about-to-be-dead thing. You do not know the depths of my perfect suffering. I am hiking a trail snuffing out your shadow. I am trying to taste the worlds you have endured with the memory of your tongue. Bright summer mornings where you woke up and the sky aglow a soft shade of blue like it would flake its magic into the next world I actually witnessed the fate of being a person and know more than I could ever release to you, my one true love, destiny is a poem I will never write and I am staring at it and only when I am not in that place can I really communicate to you with my most genuine sense of self that I am here.

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OMG i love that!!!! blondie are SO good i love dancing to their stuff. do you have a favorite blondie song? its been good! very rainy & i had a test but i think i did good on it:) how was yours? top ten, i realised halfway thru i'd run of of like. text so i stopped giving long explanations … i am just very. talkative sometimes haha 1) lulu by metallica & lou reed: i am very much aware that it is considered one of the worst albums ever created but i PERSONALLY think thats cuz people just dont understand the concept of it. & are not familiar w/ lou's work. i think its a masterpiece i think its a very unique and poignant album and listening to it makes me go insane. i think its really just a phenomenal album and i will literally die on this hill. my #1 album of all time 1.5 (2) bummer by cleopatrick: i sometimes cite this as my favorite album of all time when i don't feel like causing drama over lulu. more often i'll cite it as my favorite album of all time because i am the hardcore cleopatrick fan ive been listening to them since like. 7th grade and i love this album so MUCH its literally so good, the lyrics are flawless the flow is phenomenal the drumming on this is LITERALLY unparalleled. and the guitar tone is SO good. and all the songs are sooooo good like 2008??? literally one of the best songs ever. great lakes is a masterpiece and so is vic park and the drake and…its just SO good. instantly lifts my mood 3) welcome to hell by venom: i love the evil vibe plus ppl take it so seriously when venom literally wear the sluttiest outfits possible

4) blank generation by richard hell: my first introduction richard hell was an article by lester bangs where he talked about how he thought richard hell's music is incredible and how he thought that richard hell had a great grasp of the problems of being alive in the 70s but his solutions were absolute dog shit. which made me want to listen to the album, as a good review will, and now its one of my favorite records. forever mad this is the only proper LP they did. i love his delivery, the guitar work is so unique, and i think the lyrics are still so real & relevant 5) pretty on the inside by hole: sooo raw im a big courtney fan tbh i love her work. holes best album was for sure live through this (nobody's daughter is a close second imo!) but pretty on the inside is my personal favorite cuz its pink! & bc i think its the rawest of holes discog. i like the discordantness of it its so exciting to me 6) welcome the plague year self-titled: PHENOMENAL scramz album its so raw & i think its the best album from that era of scramz & i just adore it. 7) germ-free adolescence by the x-ray specs: prob the only british punk band from the 70s or 80s id cite as a favorite, i just adore everything abt this album 8) lets take it to the stage by funkadelic: groovy! funky! rocking! also i love bootsy collins 9) are you experienced by the jimi hendrix experience: cures headaches somehow?? not complaining though 10) rust never sleeps by neil young: first neil young album i listened to, hes definitely my favorite singer/songwriter of the 70s :) honorary mention to blue by joni mitchell, grateful dead's 13th february 1970 at fillmore east show even tho its not an album, opening fire by powertrip & killing is my business… by megadeth i think i've put you through enough reading with this for today so have a nice day!! i hope the whole thing sends LOL

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that’s such a good list! i’ve just gotten into richard hell recently, and i haven’t listened to that full album yet but i’ll have to give it a go for sure!!!

picking my favourite blondie song is so hard omg. i’d probably have to go with dreaming, denis or hanging on the telephone, but picture this, in the flesh and atomic are very much up there! what’s your favourite?

#srs22

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lastchancevillagegreen · 2 years

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Monday, 4 July 2022:

Led Zeppelin III Led Zeppelin (Atlantic) (released in 1970, reissue released in 2022)

The very moment I spotted the reissue of this album I coveted it because my copy has always skipped terribly on the first track of Side Two, Gallows Pole. I’m sure I bought it off a student who either found God and had to sell his rock and roll collection or who needed cigarette money and sold it for a dollar or maybe I bought it long after it was released because I sure didn’t buy Led Zeppelin in real time (although I do know I got Led Zeppelin II for Christmas the year it came out). Or maybe I did buy it when it came out. Despite being unable to recall where my original copy came from I always hated that it skipped three times during Gallows Pole because I thought that song was great.

So today, after I completed my workout at the gym, I went to Walmart hellbent on buying this. I was disappointed it didn’t come on colored vinyl instead of offering the lame “backstage pass” (more on that later), but at least it wouldn’t skip. Of all things to desire, an old Led Zeppelin album.

Then when I got home I was intent on checking the colors on the wheel that you can spin on the front of the album cover in comparison to the original. I don’t recall that blue (see the top wheel hole on the “Z” being) and colors seem to change and shift over time (just ask anyone who watches Criterion movies how prominent teal was in the 1960s or 1970s). I was even looking forward to seeing this album on Swan Song, Led Zeppelin’s label.

Well, somewhere along the line I became even stupider than I already am. For starters, this album was never on Swan Song. Yes, I thought that all of their catalog was now on their own label which shows you how much I know about Led Zeppelin. The biggest disappointment was discovering I own zero copies of Led Zeppelin on vinyl. What?! I once owned all their albums after all, back then you kind of had to buy them whether they were a favorite or not, they were like the Stones. You just bought them if you were of a certain age because you felt obligated. But somewhere along the line I must have traded all my Led Zeppelin albums which I have zero recall of ever doing. Had I known I no longer owned my flawed copy of Led Zeppelin II I would never have bought this replacement copy. @#$%!

Walmart is reissuing most of the band’s catalog with the ridiculously lame “collectible” backstage pass replica. They aren’t reissuing Physical Graffiti (I’ll bet that cover cost too much to replicate or they knew no one would pay $50 for the double album) or Houses of The Holy (you can figure out why). I won’t be messing about buying any other of these reissues. Take a look at this backstage pass in the photo below.

It is a colored piece of cardboard. A colored piece of cardboard. My God, who thinks this is cool or useful? I assumed it would look like an actual backstage pass, laminated and semi-attractive (as attractive as passes get) but I sure didn’t anticipate a crappy piece of cardboard shoved into the cover. Shameful. Does Jimmy Page know about this?

Below you will find the labels for each side. Why I thought this would be on Swan Song is still beyond me.

I did take photos of both stickers on the cover but I’ve opted out of showing the top sticker with it’s “Collectible” pass. I hate seeing Walmart’s logo emblazoned on an album cover. Here is a close up of the sticker at the bottom of the cover.

As I write this entry I’m listening to this album and can I just say that I kind of find this band insufferable. I prefer them when they aren’t singing all those 20 minute blues tracks like Since I’ve Been Loving You and I really quite like them when they do acoustic music. But jeez, this isn’t a favorite band in the slightest. If I have to hear loud skronking guitars and long insufferable jams I’ll pop on a Neil Young and Crazy Horse album or a Sonic Youth album. Led Zeppelin is just so of it’s era that it’s like having to listen to a Country Joe and The Fish album or a Bread album in modern times. They feel anachronistic to my ears.

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gallusrostromegalus · 3 years

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If you ever want to do a "Top 10 home gardening tomato cultivars" segment, I'm here for it. (My folks mostly plant Early Girls, but they have a ridiculously short growing season up there. I grow Sweet 100s, because they taste good enough and I gave up on growing anything other than cherries due to bastard squirrels who like to take exactly one bite out of larger tomatoes.)

IT IS NOW TIME TO INFO DUMP

CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED

Ok so the actual thing with tomatoes is there are- checks google- about 10,000 tomato cultivars out there and every single one of them is different, so you should tailor your tomato breeds to what you actually want to do with them. 10K is a lot a breeds to break down, but fortunately, there are ways to Do That:

1. Determinate vs. Indeterminate

Determinate tomatoes grow to a genetically predetermined size and start fruiting. Pros: Tends to have a short time between planting and fruiting, don’t get bigger than a certain size if you only have so much space. Cons: Once they’re done fruiting, that’s it. you really only get the one crop out of them. Also tend to have sad, watered-down flavor.

Indeterminate tomatoes grow as big as the space will let them, and start fruting when they get around to it. Pros: Maximum Plant for minimum investment, which can be like 10x as big as a determinate plant. Will KEEP fruiting until it gets too cold, so if you can get it in a pot you can move inside you could potentially still be harvesting tomatoes after thanksgiving like my MIL was this year. If you live somewhere warm like SoCal or AZ, you could keep it alive all year. Cons: MUCH longer time between planting and fruiting. Indeterminate tomates Get there when they get there. Also may be more prone to disease and pests than the more-modified determinate plants.

There are determinate and indeterminate tomatoes in all 5 of the Greater Tomato Archetypes. Speaking of:

2. The 5 Tomato Archetypes

I’m so good at segues!

So tomatoes come in 5 basic types, each which is generally better for something culinary than the others. You CAN substitute different types of tomato but your food generally doesn’t come out as good.

1. Cherry: Cherry tomatoes produce fruits that are about the size of cherries. Some people put Grape and Saladette tomatoes in here but they are WRONG, both of those belong in the “Round/All-Purpose” group because Cherry tomatoes specifically have thinner skins, more soluable pectin, and more dissolved glutemates, which means they cook VERY differently. Cherry tomatoes also produce a shitload of fruits at a time and might be some of the heaviest producers. Tend to be more heat-tolerant. Good For: Fresh tomato sauces (i.e. takes less than 20 minutes to make), salads, snacking on directly off the vine like you are a small tarsier discovering a hidden bounty of fruit.

Top reccomendations are: -Indigo Cherry or Dwarf Black Krim if you can find it. I always reccomend dark-pigmented tomatoes as I find they have better flavor, pest resistence and UV tolerance. Taste fruity but not over-sweet and Very Tomato-y. -Sweet 100/Super-Sweet 100/Sweet Millions: All varietals of the same mass-producing Cherry Tomato. Makes absolute buckets of Tomatoes, sweeter and more fruity than the Indigo cherry, good disease resistence and long growing season.

2. Paste: Paste tomatoes are thin-skinned, meaty and soft tomatoes that... well, they make good tomato paste, the basis for all long-cooking tomato sauces and recipies. They tend to be kind of Oblong and sometimes grow in fun extras like lil tomato “dicks” or weird cthulian shapes, but this doesn’t effect the flavor or nutrition There’s a shitload of great varietals in this category, I’ve yet to hear of a Bad Paste Tomato, just Less Excellent ones. Good For: Long-cooking Tomato-based dishes like: Bolognese, chili, ketchup, BBQ etc. Also can and freeze well.

Top Reccomendations are: -Amish Paste: MEATY, and well-suited for growing in a variety of conditions. Paste is smooth and velvety. Good for Chili, BBQ and Bolognese. -Opalka tomato: Russian Tomato, little more on the acidic side, grows well in places prone to surprise late frosts. Paste isn’t as smooth but very thick. makes great ketchup. -San Marzano: THE tomato for making Marinara Sauce (also does good bolognese). Sweeter and lighter, with a slightly runnier paste that clings well to pasta. cans and freezes excellently, does well in places with HOT summers.

3. Beef: Beef tomatoes are BIG motherfuckers that kind of take a long time to grow but are very rewarding. Beef tomatoes are firm, have a very solid meat and are best eaten raw, typically sliced onto a sandwich or seared under a broiler for a NZ Mousetrap. Not only are the fruits big but so are the Plants, so they take a long time to reach maturity and the fruit takes FOREVER to ripen but if you like a sandwich, they can’t be beat. Also they look hella impressive on instagram. They also tend to be more prone to Blossom End Rot (which is just a calcium deficiency- just make sure to fertilize with some eggshells and don’t over-water them), and despite the size, don’t tolerate cold well. Good for: Slicing on sandwiches, eating raw like you’re biting into the still-beating heart of your nemesis and enjoying that sweet, sweet revenge, searing quickly under a broiler or putting on a Kabob.

Top Reccomendations Are: -Brandywine: Hefty, great fresh tomato flavor, and PINK. -Big Zac: Goddamn Massive Tomato. A Real Heckin’ Chonker. meatier flavor and lots of firm flesh with few seeds. -Beefmaster: One problem with Beef tomatoes is that a lot of them are heirloom varietals that aren’t as widely available. Of the ones that are easy to get your hands on, Beefmaster is the best, but it lacks the flavor punch of Brandywine or Big Zac, but it’s not a BAD tomato.

4. Round/Early/All-Purpose: The Workhorse of Tomatoes, the Round Tomato does it all- sauces, salsa, sandwiches, salads, and snacks. But it doesn’t do them quite as well as the other, more specialized tomatoes. Also, some of these tomatoes have been Over-Worked and bred to fruit early and transport well, at the expense of it’s Flavor. I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU, EARLY GIRL AND BETTER BOY, YOU FLAVORLESS TENNIS BALLS, YOU INSULTS TO THE MIGHTY HOUSE OF NIGHTSHADES. Love yourself, don’t get Early Girl or Better Boy. If your season is too short for anything but the earliest of tomatoes, it may be better to grow Something Else than put all that effort in for Disappointment. That said, there are many types of Round/All-Purpose tomatoes that haven’t been overbred into corporate blandness, and I can reccomend them in good concisence if you’re not totally sure what you want to do with your tomatoes: Good For: Indecisive people, people just learning how to grow plants, using one plant for a variety of purposes, people who are not yet prepared to enter the world of Tomato Opinions. Top reccomendations are: -If you really must have an early-fruiting tomato, the Wayahead is an heirloom that people swear comes in early with good size, flavor and firm structure. I have not personally tied this varietal but people I trust like it. -Black Krim: GOD-TIER TOMATO. It’s got it all- flavor, high yields, firm structure, pest and disease resistence, fucking purple stripes. Cans Well, Freezes well, seeds well and breeds true. Fuck yes. Other tomatoes fucking WISH they had what this Hot Bitch has. -Invincible is a damn-hard-to-kill tomato that isn’t very large but fruits reliably and preforms well all around. it also ripens 3 fruits at a time so you’re not constantly overburdened with Tomato. Probably my top pick for beginners that need an Emotional Support Crop.

5. Fun: This is not, strictly speaking, a traditional type of tomato, but I feel like it’s an important category for people who want to do something different or really enjoy all Tomatoes have to offer. Good For: Trying new things, taunting the garden gods with my hubris, showing off at the garden FB group, discovering new flavors of plant.

Top Reccomendations: -Mr. Stripey: it has a goofy name, it’s yellow-and-pink striped, and it smells and tastes almost exactly like pineapple, but it doesn’t try to digest you back. I love it. -Japanese Truffle: Dark Brown tomato that looks like someone tried to make ferro rochers at home and bungled it, and has a LONG maturation time, BUT it’s got a chocolately flavor and even at maturity has green insides which give it this. Lightness? it’s hard to describe but it’s a fascinating flavor. The plant also is more branched and elegant than most tomatoes. Very different, very cool. -I have not personally tried Cherokee Purple but I have heard good things about it. We’ll see how it does in the garden this year. -Tomatillos and Ground Cherries: Not actually tomatoes, but closely related. Neat herbaceous sort of flavor, like thyme but to the left. Also comes in a fun Organic wrapping paper. -Ketchup ‘n’ Fries: a Sweet 100 tomato top grafted onto Kennebec Potato rootstock, so it grows both tomato AND potato! Grafting was invented prbably about a week after the concept of agriculture was, and consists of taking two or more closely related plants and taping a cutting of oone into a hole in the other until the plants heal together. Like that one gorilla-dude from Umbrella academy, but without the angst. You can get them pre-made or attempt to make them at home if you’re feeling adventurous and are OK with potentially killing a bunch of starts while you learn.

Good Luck and Happy Gardening!

#Long post #tomatoes #the garden of earthly HOA violations #njelruch

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now we need a part 4 with izuku and bakugo on what happens next to the poor reader 😩✋🏼

Aight imma do a two for one here so MASSIVE BET

Tw:noncon, gangbang

When your hand reaches the doorknob, you know something is off only half a millisecond before another large hand settles itself on your wrist and another one caressing your side.

You freeze immediately at the voices that croon and snarl to you.

“Open the door quietly and we don’t have to make this any more difficult than it’s already gonna be.”

“God, you smell so good. You still haven’t changed your shampoo even after all these weeks huh? I like it.”

Your hand starts to shake and your body starts to sweat as you wildly try to find a way out of this situation. The voices sound eerily familiar, with one being higher and the other more aggressive and raspy, but you don’t dare turn around to locate the faces.

One of them seems to be catching onto your hesitation, because your wrist is crushed underneath a hard grasp and you cry out softly as they growl.

“Open. This. Fucking. Door. Right now.”

It takes a good 15 more seconds to jimmy the lock open, and once you do all three of you go tumbling in.

You whip back around to see both men standing over you, merely watching you with crossed arms and equally perverse leers.

“D-deku? Bakugo? What’s going on?”

Deku practically bounces on the balls of his feet, itching with inappropriate anticipation for what’s to come.

“We wanted to play with you! Are you ready? You can’t fucking ignore me anymore!” His voice is cheery as always but it breaks when he curses, the strains in his vocal cords sticking out while he forces himself from holding back.

Bakugo steps forward.

“Didnt I tell you I was gonna come again for you, you teasing cunt? Didn’t I say to watch your back? Now look at you, sprawled on the floor like rapetoys should be.”

Both men start slowly uncrossing their arms and advance towards you.

“No-no please, why? I didn’t do anything to you! Deku, please!” You blubber as you scuttle backwards, their strides equally as long.

You continue evading them as they play around with you.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words. ‘Deku, please.’ Although, I’d very much rather you moan it for me.” He has the audacity to blush, and then Bakugo interjects.

“You deserve this y’know, so don’t start crying now. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” He spreads his hands and his uncharacteristic grin stretches from ear to ear, his vermillion eyes flashing in the dim light of your dorm.

“Anyone whose stupid enough to not realize how this creep has been sniffin’ your panties for months-hell, maybe even years now should get raped. You’re so fucking stupid, you didn’t realize I was protecting you from him.”

“But now look at you. Alone, afraid, vulnerable…oh, and going to the bedroom. You really are an easy slut, huh?”

Deku’s eyes light up when he realizes you truly are unknowingly backing up into the bedroom, but you realize it too late.

It’s only after Bakugo’s words come out that you try to look for a detour for the lock-induced bathroom, but Deku has a different idea.

Out of pure excitement he laughs and sprints towards you, hands outreached to touch your pretty skin, mouth open with drool softly filling the tile below him and eyes bloodshot with lust.

He looks like a creature from hell, and in the pure terror of watching him come at you like that your plan to detour was thwarted and you mindlessly trip back over your feet onto the bed, scrambling as far away as you can from them to the headboard.

You look to your left and quickly seize your bedside lamp, raising it above your head.

“Domt come any closer you closer perv. God, I shouldve known you were fucked in the head. I kept trying to make excuses for you, I thought you were my friend-“ you break down in sobs as the green haired man continues looking at you like you’re a piece of meat, absentmindedly wiping his hand across his mouth.

“And you,” you point to Bakugo who bares his teeth and smirks madly, “I already knew you were the embodiment of hell, but I thought you had a limit of how low you could stoop. You didn’t protect me from shit, you forced your way inside of me day in and day out.”

“Well now that your useless little monologue is over, Deku, tie her legs to the posts. I swear Y/N, you’re making this way too easy for me. It’s almost boring, I already know what I’m gonna get.” He raises his eyebrows at you while he lets his minion do all the work for him, goosebumps racing up his arm at the sight of you screaming and fighting tooth and nail against your fate.

But at the end of the day, after all your curses and sobs and monologues, you’re no match for either of them, especially Deku, who cooes at you to scream louder while he caresses your face and uses nylon string to secure your wrists to the wooden posts. Your legs are also bound after Bakugo seizes them from kicking, and a gag is placed over your mouth by his hands.

He roughly taps the tape covering your trembling lips and smiles condescendingly down at you.

“You’re doing so well for us, rapemeat. Keep up the good work and try to spread those legs as much as you can.” He chuckles when you scream your lungs out, thrashing as he yanks your knees apart.

“Aw, Kacchan, can’t we take the gag off? I wanted to hear her in my ears,” he pouts and looks glumly at your writhing figure.

“No, how fucked in the head are you? Someones gonna come down if she’s hollering for the whole building to hear. And cut her clothes off, I’m getting impatient.”

It seems like Deku too was at his last fiber of self control as his hands shake equally as much as yours, except for an entirely different reason altogether, the opposite reason of yours in fact.

He fishes in his back pockets for something, and produces a glinting steel knife with a black handle.

You still immediately as his descends his hands to the top of your v-neck shirt, right above your collarbones. His eyes fog up as your satiny smooth skin comes in contact with the blade, the coldness of the steel sending shivers down your spine and making you sob harder.

“Kacchan…did you ever get a taste of her blood? How does she taste?” He lifts his head to look into your tear-streaked eyes, but he addresses his childhood friend.

Bakugo snorts. “Calm down Toga, don’t get too crazy yet. We’ll have some more fun later, right now my dick is about to explode. ‘Need a hole,” he mumbles at the end and finally clambers onto the bed right atop your legs.

You stay absolutely silent as pressure from the knife rips the thin strands of your clothes apart, and Deku takes careful care to ensure you at least have thin red lines running down your stomach if not for actual blood.

“Oh fuckkkk,just look at her. You look good enough to eat…” he looks at you and licks his lips, salivating when you whine and twist at your restraints.

“Yeah yeah, you do whatever the fuck you want. Just choose what you’re gonna stick it in and hurry up.”

The blond looks bored almost as the more eager one whips to the side to face him.

“You mean it Kacchan? I can pick?”

They speak as if you’re not alive, no feelings or humanity involved. All you can do is watch and yell into your makeshift gag as the blond waves him off.

“Go for it. It’s your first time satisfying that sick head of yours, ‘must get boring doing it from behind a screen all the time.”

His slowly turns to face you, a kind leer etched across his features, eyebrows slanted and hand coming up to pull your ripped clothes apart.

You struggle and spit muffled profanities out as he slowly drags the bridge of your bra down, eyes wide open as your nipples pop out and eventually both of your tits bounce out.

He hisses and takes his nails up your stomach to fondle your breast. You can tell Deku’s too excited, too inexperienced from the way he handles them like stress balls. You grunt as his mouth latches onto a pert nipple, suckling and looking up at you as if he were some kind of demonic baby.

Bakugo watches all this with a dark glint in his eyes, absentmindedly palming himself as he watches the show unfold in front of him.

It’s entertaining seeing all of the creep’s hormones spiral out of control from years of pent-up lust. He’s never seen the dork so fired up and hungry, he’s never seen him so brutal with a civilian before, the type of people he used to say he’d protect at all costs.

After he’s done playing with your sore tits, he wasted no time in yanking your sweats off. You don’t even trash around anymore, the only thing you’re capable of in this state of terror and shock is weak moans and little sobs, maybe a writhe or two here and there.

Your panties are also torn off and you howl when the elastic cuts into your skin within the process. Bakugo takes this last stripping as an indication for him to move now. He lifts himself up on his knees and moves around your head while Deku situates himself between your violently twitching legs.

“I’m gonna take the gag out now. If you scream or pull any funny business I’ll plug your pussy and your throat with this knife, got it?” He snatches the weapon from the bed and waves it dangerously close to your face.

You nod frantically and try to turn your head to the side, but he yanks you back into place and decides to have his own fun.

While Izuku hurriedly takes his own shorts off the hothead slowly takes the tape off your mouth, staring down at you with unblinking eyes. The knife which you’re so afraid of is traced around your own squeezed shut eyes, down your cheeks and around your lips.

But the horrified trance on which he keeps you in is broken when Izuku suddenly shoved his entire length inside your dry cavern.

Luckily Bakugo has enough foresight to slam a hand over your howling mouth before the entire building can be woken up, and he glares at the sheepish-looking man down the bed from him.

“Are you a fucking virgin? At least rub her clit or something so she doesn’t go hollering at every thrust you damn nerd!”

The man between your legs winces and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“Oops, sorry, got a little carried away there.”

He doesn’t pull out, he merely thrusts slower, trying to fit his fat dick inside your unwilling cunt.

A string of curses leaves your lips and you grimace as the pain becomes near blinding.

Bakugo looks down at you again, the knife forgotten.

“No teeth either.” Your breaths come out in little frantic pants when his bare cock springs out of his own pants.

He taps the leaking purple tip on your lips and you open hesitantly. There’s no point in resisting anymore, they’ve got you quite literally cornered.

“Wider, slut,” he snarls, and you do-but only because Deku’s paps get more aggressive, causing your mouth to fall open in a long whine.

The blond takes this opportunity to slam his length down your throat, groaning around when he sees your throat swell with his bulge.

You immediately start gagging and trying to pull at your restraints for air, his heavy balls rest right on top of your nose and you feel like you’re going to pass out.

You can barely hear him over Deku’s animalistic grunts and whines. He’s going way too fast, as if he’s possessed by your pussy. It numbs you, taking away some of the pain in a flip side.

But on the other end of your body, you’re desperate for air while a fuzzy ballsack paps against your nose and eyes.

Each sadistic stroke he puts inside of you widens your sore esophagus, bringing bile up sometimes and large amounts of saliva too.

He’s not as loud as Deku, but he’s equally as greedy with your holes.

Your body literally hovers up almost in midair as Bakugo thrusts in and lifts his hips up, taking your upper half along with it and Deku does the same unconsciously, trying to fuck up into your womb.

It’s an exact replica of a perverted spit roast, with both of them catching each other’s rhythm and slamming inside your holes at the same time.

Your clit is suddenly rubbed inexpertly to the point of overstimulation, and the incoming sob forced out of your throat warps into a pained scream.

The vibrations of your scream makes Bakugo cum suddenly with a hoarse groan. He doubled over your body and gnaws at your bouncing tits, licking and teething at them the same way his counterpart did.

The sight of copious amounts of cum being leaked out of your filled mouth propels the green-haired man to whimper and shove himself back in one more time, hitting your cervix and causing both his and your eyes to roll back.

He cums too, but both men keep their semi-hard cocks inside of your aching body.

You don’t know what’s worse, having both of them by your side or both of them inside.

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cvtqr · 3 years

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hey roomie!

pairings; eren jaeger x reader

content warning; eren jaeger x f!reader

content warning; friends to lovers, masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie

being eren jaeger’s roommate was... well, challenging. he was always up late doing extra work his boss assigned him, bringing his friends over, his brother barging in once a day.

you didn’t want to move out though, i mean you could never afford a place on your own. plus you had a good relationship with eren. you were connected through your cousin reiner in college. you guys got pretty close and by graduation the both of you decided to share an apartment for expense reasons.

as of right now, eren was interning at a company called scout. a business ran by no other than the semi-famous, and extremely handsome, erwin smith. eren was working in one of the offices managed by levi ackerman. you figured having someone as powerful and smart as levi guiding you, eren was going places in that company.

as for you, you were currently employed in a bar and grill restaurant called marleys.

“i’m headin’ out, see ya galli!”

“see ya tomorrow, text me in the morning.”

friday nights were usually the worst over at marleys, but today was different. some new workers joined the crew and my boss, galliard, wanted to see how they handled the pressure of a packed night. considering that, he gave me the night off.

living with eren for almost a year i’ve come to take notice of his schedule. every friday i get the notification someone’s at our front door at the same time. 12 am is when he comes home on fridays. it’s been like that since the first few weeks you guys lived together while you were still unemployed.

at least it’s only 7pm now. i can finally have some peace and quiet time to myself with no distraction. once i got home the first thing i did was change into my pajamas. it felt nice not having to worry about closing doors or anything, at least for the time being. eren wouldn’t be home for another 4 and a half hours so you could sit in the living room naked for all you cared.

you didn’t have to do anything but enjoy the peace and quiet, so that’s what you did. you plopped down on top of your made bed and just looked around. that was until your eyes met the picture collage on your night stand. specifically the one picture in the collage.

it was from last summer, you and all your friends at a pool party. the one person you had your eyes on though, was eren. how he looked with his shirt off, his damp hair thrown into a messy bun, his swimming trunks wet from just getting out of the water. to top it off, a smug grin on his face while wrapping his arm around you as you sat on his lap. completely innocent of course, there just wasn’t enough room for everyone to fit in the frame of the shot.

you don’t know what got into you during the next few minutes, but some how your hand found the hem of your pants. slowly bringing it down you started to rub circles around your clothed clit, all while thinking of your roommate. as the heat in your pants began to grow, you finally decided to let loose.

you pulled your pants, along with your panties, down and disregarded them on the floor, flipping back onto your side. you were on full display for anyone who walked in and turned down the small hallway of the apartment. you didn’t even consider the possibility of eren coming back home early. no, you didn’t even think of getting up to shut the bedroom door. was it because some part of you wanted him to come home early and see you?

it was dark in the apartment when eren got home. the only sort of light reflecting was the dim light of your lamp coming out of your bedroom. walking over to put his stuff down on the counter, he turned on the main lights.

if you weren’t digging your fingers into your cunt fantasizing about your roommate, so good to the point where you had to squeeze your eyes shut? then maybe you could’ve heard him come in and just maybe you could’ve seen the kitchen and living room light up.

but he heard you first.

not only was the small light coming out of your room, but soft little moans and grunts.

sneaking quietly to the door of your room, eren rested on your door frame, you still not noticing him. he figured you were too deep in your thoughts, and your cunt, to hear him.

that was until you felt your orgasm building up.

“e-eren”

“i’m over here, y/n.”

you quickly realized that you weren’t hearing things and that for the first time in almost a year, eren came home and early. you quickly pulled your fingers out and reached over to your throw blanket, now covering you bottom half.

oh god he’s going to kick me out. he doesn’t want to live with such a pervert. some roomate, masturbating to the mere thought of him. that was all your brain could comprehend as eren walked over to you and took a spot on the edge of your bed.

“you know, i was going to let you be and go fuck my fist to the sound of your pretty little whimpers. but now i know you were thinking of me. i figured you’d wanna help me out with my ‘issue’ ”

what. i mean of course you weren’t going to deny. but will this change anything between the two of you? fuck it’s already changed after that

“will it change anything between us? like- would we still be good friends and roommat-“

“stop worrying so much, y/n. i just admitted to getting off to the thought of you, after i actually just walked into you doing the same exact thing.”

he crawled over your bed and landed hovering over you.

“things are already different”

he leaned down and captured his lips with yours. more of a gentle, passionate kiss, which led to a more rougher one just a few seconds later.

“want you eren.” you mumbled out between kisses

your hands trailed down to the belt of his pants before he slapped them away.

“i’m not giving you anything until you’re more specific. what do you want now, sweet girl?”

“want your cock, i want your cock eren!”

his hands trailed down to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over you. the second you were exposed to him, his mouth latched onto you, sucking dark marks onto the flesh of your brest. his other hand now working on the other one, swirling around the sensitive nub.

after he was satisfied with all the whispers coming out of your sweet mouth he looked back up at you.

“want my cock hm?”

you never nodded your head so quickly in your life

“a little more specific baby... come on your so close!”

“want it, want it in my pussy, please eren. just please fuck me already.” at this point you were about to cry for him

“good, i think you deserve your reward for using your big girl words.”

moving your hands back down to his pants, you successfully removed his belt, this time without him slapping you away.

but it was him that quickly shuffled his pants and boxers down.

“i’m on the pill as long as you’re clean.”

his cock twitched at the thought of fucking you raw, his cum filling you up.

before you knew it, eren had pinned your arms above your head with one hand, using the other to guide your hips up. his large cock entered you and he bottomed out.

giving him a nod of approval, he slowly pulled back out, before harshly thrusting right back in. your legs quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him in closer. his hands let go of your wrists, he was now using it to hold your chest down as he sucked and nipped at your neck. your hands held onto his shoulders, tugging onto his shirt.

without missing a thrust, he slid his shirt off with just one hand, soon returning to work on your neck. your hand met with his now bare shoulder, slightly digging your nails into it. your other hand found it’s way to erens hair, tangling into his messy bun. right as your hand met his hair, he pounded right into your g-spot.

this caused you to let out a loud moan, almost sounding like a scream of pleasure. your hand tightly gripped around his hair. harshly pulling it back.

“fuuuuck, that’s it? that’s the spot isn’t it?”

the only answer he needed is when you let out the same reaction once he hit over that same spot again. he had won you. he continued to abuse your g-spot all while you roughly tugged his hair back.

the wave of pleasure the two of your were experiencing was mesmerizing.

“fuck eren, i’m gonna-”

before you could even finish your sentence you creamed all over eren’s cock.

“please let me, inside, fuuck please.”

once he got the soon nod of approval, he poured his cum out. he did what he’s been fantasizing about since college. he finally fucked you and came inside. and he came hard.

when he pulled out the mixture of cum started to leak out of your hole. that was when eren used his figures to push it back in.

“no, no, not one drop of this is going to be wasted. you understand?”

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vetrubius · 3 years

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DAICHIXFEM READER

Daichi responding to c*m inside me

A/N: HEMLOOO, How y’all doing? I’m back, I’ve still got a shit ton of college work and it’s so so taxing but I manage to write this (imo, this is the best i’ve ever written) Enjoy yourself babiess

Warnings: 18+, SMUTSMUT, subtle daddy kink, body acknowledgement, fingerblasting (aged up daichi)

Word Count: 1115 words

With so much happening in your life, it was so obvious that you were frustrated from all of it. You didn’t even get time to hang out with your boyfriend anymore. Daichi always stayed out nights doing his night patrol and came almost in the early hours of morning. Your work had become tedious considering how your boss was always after you for the manga panels you’d been working on.

A whole month went by being chaotic to the point you had absolutely no time to yourself. There was only short periods of time when you came back home. The unkempt hair, the used up deodorant in your bag, the track pants with food stains, the bags under your eyes, the half closed eyes. You caught a cab from outside your office and were on your way home. “9:15 pm, I’ll reach by 10” the only thing you were fixated on was the hot shower with music on, the new sheets which would smell like the lavender detergent you’d recently bought and your soft comfortable night suit which hugged your curves and graced your body. The one that Daichi had bought for you in college because “YeLlOw SuItS yOu”. You giggled.

It had actually been so long and you’d stop keeping track of the amount of time you two had spent. You longingly looked at the familiar streets where you two spent most of your time before. You two had known each other since childhood. It was no surprise that you two would’ve been together. You’d spent most of your childhood telling Daichi you hated him. Who would’ve known that one time during the high school farewell when you actually wanted him to not leave and you’d snuck out of the party just to go for a drive to the water tank near the city. He looked at your face. Had it really been 17 years of existence with you being with him for 12 years. “Y/N, I need to tell you something” he said after looking at your face gravely. The beer and rum had made you both so tipsy and to think he’d be wanting to talk now. “Go on, loser. I know you want me” you said laughing loudly while throwing your hair back. “Actually yeah, I do,” you stopped laughing and stared at him. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you. You’ve always supported me through thick and thin. You’ve had my back whenever girls broke my heart. You’ve always been my support system and I don’t think I can have anybody who is this beautiful in my life. So Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

This memory has always held a close place in your heart. You reached your apartment just in time to end the reminiscing. Paying the cab, you make your way up the steps. The familiar scent of home hit your nose. It felt so good to be back. You wasted no time to strip yourself off your clothes and get into the shower. After shower, you changed the sheets and lied down and the bed dipped in your weight. It was 11:30 pm. This was gonna be a good night's sleep.

Your eyes jerked open at the heavy breath near your ears. “mHmm, are you home, Daichi?” you said while rolling over to face his side of the bed. “Hey plum, it’s me.” His thick musky smell was something you melted into. “I missed you” he said while kissing your neck and rubbing your sides. You knew where this was going. Without hesitation, you kissed him. It was the first time in a month you’d felt his lips against yours. And the sparks never disappeared.

You shifted from the bed to on top of him without breaking the kiss. “I missed you too, how was patrolling for so many days?” you managed to say in between his lips. “It was alright but I wish I was home with you instead.” is what he said after flipping you on your back. “How many times have I told you that you look beautiful in yellow?” he said while his eyes wandered over the half up tshirt which exposed your lower abdomen and the shorts strings and added value to your chest. You raised your head up slightly, “Not enough times to make me want you to come inside me”.

That’s all it took for everything on you to be on the floor and your body lying on the lavender sheets in the moonlight. Daichi had always loved your pouch, your hip dips, your big thighs and every little insecurity you had about yourself. He’d always ensured that you were the most beautiful girl alive in his eyes. His face was quick to dip between your thighs as he threw your legs above his shoulder. The aura shifted from peaceful to sinful in a matter of seconds and now the only sounds existing in the room were your moans, his tongue lapping at your clit and his fingers trying to milk you out while hitting the deep ends inside you. It was barely a matter of seconds before your toes curled and you reached your high. Daichi finger blasted you through your orgasm. He shifted your legs over each other.

Once he was done, he leaned over to your ear “Still think I’m not good enough to be cumming inside you, plum?” he said snarky while aligning his dick with your sore entrance. “Go for it” were the last words you uttered before he rammed himself inside of you and your breath hitched. He’d never been this feral. It had been a month after all. Your guts were being rearranged right now and the only thing you anticipated to feel was his white ribbons flowing inside of you. The only thing leaving his mouth were praises. “Who’s gonna take my big cock if not you huh?” “Let daddy take care of himself now” “ who’s my sweet girl?” “fuck you’re so tight, plum Your whole face flushed, out of breath, you somehow managed to answer him. His tongue in your mouth as he wanted to bottom out inside you and you felt it. You felt him twitch and wraith in you as he got sloppier. “Can daddy fill me up please?” that’s all it took for Daichi to release himself in you.

He got off you and dumped his body beside you as cum flowed through your hole and on the bedsheet. After 4 minutes of silence, you waddle to the washroom to have a shower again, pretty sure Daichi is passed up after fucking your brains out. It was a long night after all.

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chyanxrene · 3 years

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Sweetheart Part 1

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

♡ Summary: Draco and Y/N are friend’s with benefits, however Draco doesn’t stick by the rules he created, so Y/N decides to teach him one last lesson.

♡ Warnings: Degradation, pure smut, female receiving

Being friends with benefits with none other than Draco Malfoy was— different. Y/N had expected this however wasn't prepared for the extra feelings that came along with it. She wouldn't dare tell him, that was a secret that was kept to herself and herself only.

It all started at the end of 5th year, Y/N had been paired with Slytherin in potions. It only took two weeks for the duo to act on their sexual tension.

Draco had always been outspoken however she was left speechless when he asked Y/N if there was a potion to stop himself from getting hard around her. Let's just say Y/N and Draco were no longer studying potions.

Though there are many benefits of having sex with Draco Malfoy, the quickies between classes, after classes, sometimes during. Y/N couldn't help but want more from him.

It had been almost a year now and they were still in the same place. Y/N began regretting agreeing to Draco's rules, which at the time she didn't care— but after doing the things she done with him, she found it hard not to grow attached.

There were five rules— the consequences if you were to break one was to cut all ties with one another.

1. No catching feelings— At all 2. No sexual relations with anyone else 3. If you are to get in a relationship with another person then let the other know immediately 4. Stays between both parties, no one else should know 5. No catching feelings

The five rules, well technically four were easy at first. But it became harder for Y/N to grasp the fact that Draco would never truly be hers.

It had been a month since the last time they fucked. Usually it was a few times a week— always on Draco's time. But something had changed, she didn't know what. She couldn't just ask him as she was in Y/H/N and he was in Slytherin.

She walked into the great hall and sat on her house's table. She picked apart her food whilst reading over her charms book, her head snapped up when she heard a deep chuckle and a giggle from the Slytherin table.

Her heart sank, she watched as the boy she had feelings for wrap his arm around a blonde witches waist. His mouth was attached to her neck, kissing it lightly, she was blushing and laughing.

Y/N felt sick, she couldn't watch it anymore. Draco had broken rules two and three and didn't even tell her— she had to cut all ties now. She stood up quickly and rushed back to her common room, she sunk into a deep sleep after wetting her pillow with tears.

The next day Y/N woke up, she felt a tension headache from all that crying. But she knew she had to be stronger, she sucked up her tears and decided to get Draco Malfoy back— before she cut all ties.

Y/N was already beautiful, her hair was always well managed. She had a few admirers and was seen as the Y/H/N's sweetheart. Today she wasn't going to be a sweetheart, the anger inside of her wouldn't let her.

She wouldn't change her appearance for him, oh no, she'd never let a boy effect her in that way. She just wanted revenge, her first class was potions, she sat next to Draco in this and this would be the perfect time to initiate her plan.

Y/N completed her normal beauty routine— although she did add an extra layer of lip gloss. With her head held high she walked confidently into potions class, Draco hadn't arrived but she knew he would soon.

"You're late Mr Malfoy" The Professor spoke.

Draco had walked in with his hand slumped over the same blonde girls shoulder. She pecked his cheek and ran to her seat which was at the other end of the room.

"Sorry Professor."

His smell was overpowering, the smell she had grown so accustomed too. It gave her goosebumps but she had to stay strong.

"You're not going to say hello?" Draco whispered, whilst writing notes.

Y/N looked at him, sending him a small smile "you didn't either, but Hello Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" He laughed "You know I prefer it when you call me Draco."

Y/N let out a small laugh "we're not friends."

His eyes caught hers, he smirked and then nodded.

The class went on, Y/N was feeling better about herself however she nearly jumped out of her seat when she felt Draco's hand on her bare thigh.

Y/N's hand pushed his away however his hand only held onto her thigh tighter.

"What are you doing?" She whispered harshly.

"Can my hand not be here anymore Y/N?"

His finger was becoming dangerously close to where she wanted him most. She was aroused, her underwear becoming wet from his soft touches.

"Get off."

"No."

She tried to move his hand he was too strong. He looked around before leaning into her, pretending he was talking about work as he still continued to write notes.

"I want to be inside you Y/N."

Her heart was racing, she wanted that too. She was conflicted, her body was betraying her but her mind was more stronger, time for Plan B.

"Y/N." Draco growled, his finger now stroking up and down her clothed pussy.

She licked her bottom lip "yes?"

"Did you hear what I said?"

Y/N hummed in response as his finger brushed slowly against her clit.

"Meet me in the broom closet after class, I want to feel your wet cunt around my dick."

His finger paused, he was searching for a response, Y/N was suddenly breathless. She couldn't give in to him. Without him knowing he was playing her around, it wasn't fair— but the pleasure he gave her was unmatched.

So she nodded slowly.

Draco smirked "you're a good girl, my good little slut."

Y/N couldn't help but let out a whimper, which resulted in him letting out a short laugh. His fingers were now on the desk, he continued to listen in class as if he wasn't just touching her clit.

Class was soon over, both Draco and Y/N got up slowly. They didn't leave together— no that would be too suspicious. Draco strolled over to his arm candy, he whispered something in her ear, causing her to blush and giggle.

Again Y/N felt stupid, she suddenly wanted the ground to swallow her. His eyes met hers, she knew that look, it was his look to tell her 'go now'.

Within ten minutes Draco had Y/N against the door, attacking her neck with his mouth.

"I can't believe I've managed to wait this long" Draco whispered.

"Did you miss me sweetheart?"

She did, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction, so she simply looked away. His hand slowly trailed down her body and slipped under her skirt.

"Don't make me ask twice."

Y/N moaned as she felt her underwear now being tugged down her thighs by him, his thumb brushed her clit slowly, circling it with the right amount of pleasure.

"I-I, oh God."

His middle finger entered her slick pussy, curling and rubbing against her rippled walls. Draco's other hand sharply grabbed a chunk of Y/N's hair, dragging her head back.

"Answer the fucking question."

His breath was heavy on her face as he searched her eyes. His hand was tighter in her hair, she winced at the pain.

"Yes— fuck, I missed you."

His finger pumped in and out, whilst the pad of his thumb rubbed her clit harder.

"Tell me what you missed sweetheart— maybe I might give you it."

Y/N's mind was hazy, her breathing was heavy. Draco's hand was still nestled into her hair, his eyes boring into her own.

"I—I missed— shit."

He added another finger, kissing along her collar bone, they were wet kisses, just like how he liked. He wouldn't dare leave a mark— no that would be wrong.

"Go on, speak."

"I missed, your— mouth."

Draco's tongue ran up the side of her neck, he knew exactly where her sweet spot was. Y/N moaned quietly at this, her pussy was aching for a release.

He hummed in response, his mouth and fingers still working their magic.

"What about my mouth Y/N?"

Draco knew Y/N wasn't comfortable speaking like this, but that only turned him on more. She was innocent in his eyes— she'd let him do anything to her, that’s why he kept coming back.

"Come on sweetheart, use you words— let me hear your voice."

"I missed when you— oh fuck."

A third finger was added, stretching her, she felt full but this was nothing compared to what Draco had in his trousers.

"Do you like when my mouth is on yours? Hmm— or on your clit?"

"B-both."

"My greedy little slut" he laughed.

Draco's hand released Y/N's hair, she could hear the wet noises that came from her pussy as Draco's fingers thrusted in and out of it at a rapid pace.

"You'll be a good girl and cum on my tongue?".

It was more of a statement than a question. Y/N's eyes were screwed shut, her mouth was open slightly, she couldn't think.

Draco slapped her cheek— not hard but enough for a stinging sensation to occur.

"Answer me" he growled.

His fingers never slowed down, they continued fucking her with an unimaginable speed. She was going to cum— soon.

Her eyes widened, she felt her left cheek heat up as the sharp pain wore off.

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Draco."

He fell to his knees, his hand pushed her knee, forcing her to widen her stance. His mouth was on her clit straight away, sucking and biting at his.

The shockwaves of pleasure was amazing, Y/N knew this would be an intense orgasm.

"Oh— God."

"No, say my name— it's me— it's me who's doing this— say my fucking name."

Y/N's head slammed back onto the door as her body arched off it. Draco lifted her right leg over his shoulder, allowing him more access to her pussy.

His fingers now went to her clit whilst his tongue entered her tight hole.

"Yes— Draco" Y/N cried out, one finger entered her again and joined his tongue inside her.

She was close, ready to cum in his mouth. He knew this as he felt her pussy tighten around his finger. His spare hand flicked her clit and then rubbed it quickly.

"Mmm— fuck— Draco."

Y/N's eyes closed as she felt herself cum, her leg was shaking on top of Draco's shoulder. He lapped up her orgasm— humming at her taste. Giving her two more pumps with his finger, he kissed her clit and stood up.

His dick was hard, the outline of it evident against his school trousers. His mouth was lips were wet from her cum.

He took his finger, tracing his lips and then pushing the finger into her mouth. She closed her eyes, sucking on the taste.

"Good girl."

Draco began palming his cock, unbuttoning it and then unzipping it, his eyes were heavy, full of lust.

Y/N who had now regained her normal breath, reached for her underwear and slipped them back on, she smiled at Draco. Who had a puzzled look on his face.

Y/N smiled at him sweetly and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Thank you for the great orgasm."

Draco's face was in a frown now "where the fuck are you going?"

Y/N's hand was on the door handle, opening it slightly. She looked him up and down and then smirked.

"I got better things to do— sweetheart."

And with that she slammed the door shut, Draco's protests were heard as she exited the room. She felt amazing, empowered and satisfied.

But deep down she knew— he would be coming for her and he would be coming with vengeance.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco smut #draco malfoy smut #draco x y/n #harrypotter #harry potter #dracomalfoy

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 9

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

“Fuck yeah....” Jungkook’s grip on my thighs tightened, tugging me closer as he slid into me, deeper and i spluttered a bit, spitting water all over him.

“This is a bad idea. “ i choked, blinking the water out of my eyes as the shower overhead kept pouring a whole deluge on top of us and Jungkook frowned, glancing at me in annoyance.

“I’m going to gag you the next time we have sex.” He grunted, pressing me into the tiled wall of the bathroom and I winced when he pulled out fully and rammed back in, clearly pissed.

I pouted.

“I’m not good with water. “ I whined, eyes still closed because the water, Christ. It dripped into my eyes and all over my body and i couldn’t even enjoy being fucked right now because I was mortally afraid that Jungkook’s hands were going to slip, he was going to drop me on my butt and i was going to break my tailbone.

Jungkook groaned, more frustration than pleasure and gripped my ass harder, holding me up at a better angle and fucking right back into me, slide made easier both from his cum from earlier and the water.

“Sera, sweetheart...if you could just shut up for a couple of mutes, I’ll be done. And then i swear I will never try to seduce you in the shower again. Ever.” He begged.

“ Why can’t you wait till i finish showering? We literally had sex ten minutes ago, why are you so thirsty? ” I glared at him. Or tried to . But I couldn’t .

Because water.

‘Okay that’s it,” He pulled out, and I hated that sudden emptiness and this was probably going to be a problem, me being used to having him inside me all the time.

He grabbed the back of my knees, prompting me to get down. But my muscles were still a bit too weary he was dripping wet so I slid down a little, panicking.

I gripped his shoulders hard, and he laughed, shaking his head at the look on my face.

“ I won’t drop you, little one. Stop looking petrified.” He chuckled, before carefully unwrapping my thighs from around his waist and lowering me to the floor.

“You alright?” He brushed the wet hair off my face and I nodded.

“Can we at least kiss in the shower?”

I laughed.

“You can kiss me anywhere you want.” i reached out to press my lips against his and pulled back to smile at him, tilting my head as he ran his fingers down my neck, fingers fluttering against my pulse gently.

“And can I drink from you?” He asked softly and i froze.

The words made me pause.

“Jungkook...” I whispered, staring at my feet.

I couldn’t believe he wanted to.

He knew my secret. Knew that nothing good would come from feeding from me. That my blood in his veins would do nothing but take away his will, and the scent and taste of it all was just a facade.

That everything about me was a lie. The innocence, the beauty , the delicate build...all a distraction from what I truly was : a dangerous, manipulative being. Someone capable of doing a lot of damage.

“Please. When I start courting you, I want to be able to feed from you, angel... It’s how we vampires build our bond. ...”He said gently.

I laughed without really feeling it.

“I would never say no to you. You know that....but... you... you know .” I couldn’t finish.

“What do I know?” He asked gently, running his thumb across my lip.

“ you know what my blood does to vampires. You know that I can use it against you.”

“But I also know that you won’t.” He said simply and I looked up at him.

“I trust you. “ He said simply. i swallowed.

“Besides, most women would be glad that their husbands are terrified of them.” He chuckled.

I knew he was joking but I still felt tears sting.

I couldn’t bear the thought of Jungkook being afraid of me.

“I won’t ever do it you know. “ I choked out. “ Take away your consent... I’ve never done it on anyone who didn’t deserve it...even with those boys in college , I was just scared that they would attack me again... That they would bite me again and i was bleeding out and I felt so cold...and i was so scared so I just did the first thing I could think of... I never meant to hurt them... I was just so scared and...” I sobbed out and his arms came around me , pulling me into a hug and I felt the tears spill over, soaking his chest as i clung to him.

“Baby...no...please don’t cry...it’s alright.. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked about that...I’m sorry Sera....”

“I’m not a monster. “ I whispered. “ Please don’t be scared of me Gukkie... I’d never hurt you or Joowon.... I’m not a monster.. I don’t want to be. I just.. I just wanted to be normal. It’s not my fault I’m the way i am.... ”

Jungkook pulled back to cup my face between his hands, I bit my lips, another sob building up when I saw how wet his lashes were.

“Baby look at me...” He smiled, a watery smile , “ I would never think that. I have never for a second considered you as a threat to me or my son.... you’re...”He shook his head, “ Darling, You’re not normal. You’re perfect.”

“Now you’re just mocking me.” I muttered, looking away. But he made a noise of protest.

“I’m not joking. You are easily the most generous person I’ve ever met, Sera... You give so freely of yourself to everyone, whether they are deserving of it or not... You play with the babies , you take Joo Won out on walks and play ball with him, you do things for me even when I push you away and....God, do you not know how amazing and kind and generous you are???!! “ He kissed me on the lips, hard , before pulling back.

I stared at him, laughing a little but he wasn’t done.

“ I’ve never seen anyone as selfless as you. . Just the fact that you’ve given me the privilege to be here, hold you like this, tells me how kind and forgiving you are... You gave a bastard like me a chance, even though I did nothing but hurt you, over and over again.... You’re beautiful , So beautiful, my angel..In fact I was going to wait at least till we were out of the shower, but to hell with it.”

I blinked , surprised , when he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist before rushing out . I grabbed my own robe, surprised, tying it together before following him out to the bedroom.

He was fumbling in his closet and I felt my heart drop when I saw the small red box. He opened it easily pulling out a glittering necklace with a pendant and a small vial hanging off it.

“Is that....?” I couldn’t even say it.

“My birthstone. It’s a sapphire. “ He smiled. “ And this vial has my blood. You put this on and anyone who comes near you will know that you’re being courted. By me. “

“You ... really? You mean this? You really want this?” I asked , nervous and jittery.

He hesitated, coming closer and gently pulling my hand up .

Jungkook placed the necklace on my hand, gently curling my fingers closed.

“Whether you put it on, or not. it’s yours. There’s no one else in this world, I would ever want to give this to.” He smiled softly.

“How dare you!” I bawled. “ I can’t even take a picture because we’re dressed like this!!”

He laughed.

“So, i hope that’s a yes?”

“Yes, you infuriatingly beautiful, beautifully infuriating bastard....! Put it on me!”

Still laughing , he plucked the necklace off my hand and moved behind me. I smiled as he locked it in place behind my neck, pressing a small kiss to my skin.

“Thank you. For giving me the privilege to love you.” He breathed against my skin, wrapping me in a warm hug and i closed my eyes.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook. You’re never getting rid of me now.” I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt.

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“So...I was thinking... .” I began carefully glancing at Jungkook who stood leaning against the bed post, fiddling with his phone while I ran a brush through my hair before tying it up into a messy ponytail. He was already dressed in jeans and a muscle t and I was ogling his nipples through the mirror. Last night, he’d finally let me bite them.

“Yes, princess?” He smiled indulgently, looking up and running his eyes up and down my body as usual. I loved that. Being with Jungkook had taught me a lot of things about myself. Things I never knew I could enjoy.

Like dressing up and being looked at . I’d spent a long time hiding in the shadows, wary of who I was, of letting someone see me for what I was. Feeling beautiful was a distant dream because I just didn’t want to be someone dangerous. Didn’t want anyone to look at me and see a monster.

But standing here, in the comfort of my own room, dressed in a strapless yellow blouse and a flowy white skirt, with his eyes on me, I felt absolutely beautiful. I fixed the necklace around my neck so it shone bright .

“ its Saturday. Not a lot of kids at the day care center so I don’t have to be there at all... Would the five hundred year old vampire be willing to spend a day indulging the twenty one year old human’s love for cotton candy and tandem bike rides by the river?”

Jungkook laughed.

“That’s something Joo Won would come up with. Are the two of you trying to play me again?”

Thwarted, I gave him a pout.

“It’s a beautiful day Jungkook!! Jo o Won loves the river... i took him there with Somi when you you were holed up with my father for two weeks and he had such a good time!! “

“You know...if you’re going to be the parental figure in his life, you need to learn to better resist his puppy dog eyes.” Jungkook said drily. “ Besides, I was hoping it could just be the two of us today. Celebrate our courtship? “

I frowned.

“I’m not leaving Joo Won alone... He’ll be bored.” I said firmly.

“Alright...how about you ask him yourself and let him decide?” He suggested with a smile.

I hesitated , suspicious.

Alright.

i followed Jungkook downstairs to the huge foyer and then past the guards to the dining room for breakfast.

To my surprise, Joo Won sat at the table with my father, both of them dressed in identical outfits. White t shirts, white pants and shoes , digging into toast and eggs.

“Sera !! Sera!! Grandpa Hwang is taking me fishing!!!” Joo Won seemed to be vibrating out of his skin in excitement and i glanced at Jungkook in shock.

“you planned this.” I protested.

He shrugged.

“It was actually I who suggested it. i intend to get to know my grandson better.” My father said with a bright smile and I felt the tears sting again as he looked at me, eyes warm and happy.

“Oh, dad...” I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

“You’re glowing my dearest. And what do I smell?” He pulled back, eyes landing on the necklace. “ Ah. Finally plucked up the courage, have you my boy?”

He gave Jungkook a wink and a grin.

Jungkook bowed respectfully, smiling.

“Excellent. Once all this distressing stuff with Tae Kwan is over, we will celebrate your betrothal in a grand manner. For now, let me take my handsome fishing partner and get out of your hair, with the promise to bring you a delicious catch for dinner tonight. Perhaps together? As a family?” My father smiled wide, eyes trained on Jungkook and he went red.

“Yes, sir.”

My father harrumphed.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to be calling me...”

I laughed as Jungkook went redder.

“Sorry.. I.. yes father. We will join you for dinner. “ He smiled a genuine smile and my father beamed at him.

“Excellent....now sit down and let’s eat.”

We sat next to my father and I remembered the first time my father had invited Jungkook to sit for breakfast with us.

“Honey, would you like a drink?” i teased, fluttering my fingers against my neck and Jungkook flushed. My father guffawed heartily, highly amused.

“Ahh yes... that was the morning i realized my daughter was a complete fool for you, Jungkook ah. “ He chuckled.

“She told me about herself, father.” Jungkook said softly and my father looked surprised. He gave me a smile .

“It is good be honest with each other. I’m glad she did.” He said softly. “You may be overwhelmed by it, Jungkook ah. We have never seen anything like her. I haven’t encouraged her to pursue it because I’m not sure how it would affect her. Her blood is magic....but she herself isn’t. I don’t want her abilities robbing her of her life, especially because we don’t know the true extent of them.”

I bit my lips.

‘I won’t use them .” I said softly .

“You shouldn’t. They take a toll on your mind and I don’t ever want to see you in that condition again.” My father said firmly.

Jungkook gave me a curious glance but I shook my head.

“Please don’t worry about me father . I have Jungkook now. He’s going to keep me safe. Even though you no longer have to pay him for it.” I laughed.

My father chuckled.

We finished breakfast, with Jungkook and my father talking about business while Joo Won told me all the fishes he could name and how their feeding habit varied. He had a great love for books and his birthday was coming up in a few weeks. I had already bulk ordered a bunch of his favorite authors for him.

When we were finally done, we walked out to the driveway where two cars stood, one to take me and Jungkook out for the day and a golf cart for my father to drive Joo Won down to the lake.

“We’ll be home for dinner then.” Jungkook gave my father a hug and my father looked positively ecstatic at the gesture. I knew he had always loved him deeply and as Jungkook moved away to tie Joo Won’s shoe laces, I could help but snuggle up to his side.

“you knew.” I said gently.

My father hummed, ruffling my hair affectionately.

“Knew what , my dearest?”

“That I would fall in love with him. You knew and that’s why you brought her here. You love him deeply and you wanted him by your side. To keep him and Joo Won safe.”

My father smiled.

“you are perceptive. Yes... I have always regarded Jungkook as my son. i wanted him here where I could protect him. And that’s why i brought him here. And i hoped that you would both grow fond of each other.... But it wasn’t because i knew you would fall in love with him.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It was because I knew he would fall in love with you.”

I turned to look up at him and he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“ I told you dearest. i will never settle for anything but your complete happiness. And I think that is with Jungkook.” His eyes shifted away and I followed his gaze to where Jungkook was kneeling in front of his son, nuzzling his hair and hugging him tight.

“They are your family now and I am at peace.” He said softly.

Jungkook and Joo Won straightened and moved towards us, identical grins on their faces.

“He’s all ready .” Jungkook said softly.

“Excellent. Come then young master Jeon...let’s go see what treasures the water fairy will bring us today....” My father took Joo Won’s hand and Joo Won’s eyes went wide. Giving me one last kiss on my cheek, my father led him away.

“The water fairy?”

“Why yes, haven’t you heard of her? come... I’ll tell you all about it.”

I watched the pair of them walk up to the golf cart on the driveway.

I turned back to Jungkook smiling and holding my hand out.

“Looks like You get to have me all to yourself today, Jungk-”

The gunshot rang out behind me, right as my fingers brushed Jungkook’s.

Terror as I’d never known flooded my veins as i froze, eyes trained on Jungkook who was already moving. My fingers shook, breath ripped right out of my lung, blood turning to ice in my veins as I turned around.

The first thing that caught my eye was the commotion across the lawn, guards subduing a man into the ground, a shot gun lying by his side.

And as my eyes finally saw the golf cart, I saw my father, slumped over the wheel, soaked in scarlet.

The scream that got torn out of me was feral.

My throat in agony as I raced to the vehicle. Joo won was on the floor, between my fathers legs and I realized that he had pushed the child down, covering him with his body right before the gunshot had rang out.

Jungkook pulled his son into his arms but I could only crawl over to my father, gripping his face as he gurgled, blood flowing out of him in a torrent.

“Daddy!” i whimpered... “ Oh God..no... Please...” I pressed my wrist to his mouth, but he was too weak to move, the shot gun bullet at such close quarters having left too much damage to his body. i saw the carnage, the blood and the mess and I sobbed in disbelief.

“We need to get him to the clinic...!!” Jungkook’s arms came around me , pulling me away as men crowded my father, lifting him off the seat and onto a stretcher.

“Se....ra...” My father’s broken voice made my knees buckle and I shoved Jungkook away, rushing to his side as they wheeled him to the nearest car.

“Daddy..I’m here... I’m right here... I’m going to fix this....we’re going to fix this...you’re going to be okay... Hang on... “ i begged and he chuckled weakly another spurt of blood dribbling down his lips.

“Wanted...to walk you...down ...”He closed his eyes, “the aisle...”

‘I sobbed out in agony, the pain so heavy and all consuming that i felt like i was being torn to shreds on the inside.

“You are...You are going to daddy...You’re the only one who can...the only one I have... Oh please God...no...”

“I love you...”Take care of her, Jungkook-ah...” He said firmly, eyes blazing red as he stared over me and i realized that Jungkook had followed me, was holding me up as he watched my father die. I saw him reach out and grip my father’s hand squeezing tight.

“They’ll be fine father. All of them. Rest easy...” Jungkook whispered and I felt my heart crack clean in two.

I saw my father’s eyes grow dimmer and felt hope leave my body leaving ice cold grief in its place. . No.. No...

“Dad...” I stopped crying, shock taking over me as i instinctively realized what was happening.

He was dying.

My father was dying.

His hands went up, touching my face gently.

“My favorite... “ He smiled weakly and I watched the light leave his eye forever. He slumped, softly, his hands falling away and I sagged. Jungkook caught me to his body.

“I’m so sorry angel.” i could feel the damp of his tears as he cried into my neck.

I felt the cold in my heart as the bond between my father an I pulsed and burned , really bright for one split second before fading abruptly, leaving icy cold behind.

Screams rang out from all around me, from the windows over head and from across the estate. Somewhere I heard my sister’s roar of rage .

Somi’s screams followed by Jimin’s sobs.

Everyone had felt it.

Everyone in the clan had felt the death of the Hwang clan’s leader, shot dead on his own lawn by some traitor who had managed to break his way in

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Caught in My Chest 2/2

Marinette looked around her classroom taking her seat in the back and no one even gave her a second glance except Adrien.

"Marinette, since you missed so much class I can help you after school today if you feel up for it," Lila said sweetly before fake wincing. "Or maybe not my port has been acting up lately," Lila said crocodile tears coming to her eyes.

"Port?" Marinette asked and Alya glared at her from the front of the classroom. "Wouldn't that mean you have..." Marinette started holding her right arm where her piccline was.

"Go on Marinette ask her!" Alya yelled holding Lila close.

"But that's, I just..." Marinette started. "I was just discharged from the hospital with Hodgkin's Lymphoma," Marinette finally said and all faces turned toward her.

Never before had Marinette seen the class so mad at her all because of a lie. How Lila had gotten a hold of this information was unexplainable but the fact that she would turn it around was unspeakable. "I can't believe you would say you have cancer just to try and show up Lila Marinette! You know she was recently diagnosed!" Marinette's breath was caught in her chest and she felt like she could never breathe again. Adrien stood up red faced and shaking.

"You're all idiots! Lila has been playing you since day one and the only reason why I haven't said anything is because I didn't have any proof," Adrien said and Marinette looked at her former crush in shock. "If any of you even bothered to do some research you'd know what a monster she is." Lila looked at Adrien angrily.

"What do you mean proof?" Lila asked trying to keep up her hurt persona.

"Medical records," Adrien said slapping them down on the table. "Also the fact that Marinette here has been in a healthy relationship with Damian Wayne for almost a year now and the fact that he is paying for her treatment and housing her after you turned her parents against her is another factor." Lila's face started to turn red.

"You have no right to go through my documents," Lila said picking up the files.

"I mean if there were any there, your bill of health has been clean for years Lila, Marinette's on the other hand not so much," Adrien said. "That's all I needed to say, we can wait and do more have later when Damian gets here but I can't say he'll be as nice about it. Marinette is the only family I have left and I'm not going to let you drag her through the grass anymore," Adrien added going to sit in the back of the classroom next to his friend.

"You didn't have to do that," Marinette said leaning on his shoulder. "But I appreciate it kitten," Marinette said winking and Adrien knew he was busted.

"I'll always be here for you M'lady," Adrien said and class started without delay.

Lunch rolled around and everyone was conflicted, Lila had lied to them about a deadly illness about so much, and Marinette, who they treated like garbage, was the one who was really sick. A large sigh could be heard from the door and two boys with black hair stood in the doorway one pushed sunglasses to the top of his head smiling and the other's face was stone cold.

"Alright, students of Francois Dupont, my name is Dick Grayson and today we're going to be talking about some certain behaviors of slander toward our name," Dick started and the whole lunchroom froze. "Recently we have heard from a patient of our program to help cancer patients around the world that there has been some issues, we are here to clear that up." Students suddenly noticed that he was reading from a screen on his wrist. "I sound like a robot," Dick whispered to Damian who rolled his eyes.

"Furthermore, patient 13078, Marinette Dupain-Cheng of the Wayne Foundation clinic was taken under our care at time 4:37 on March 30, 2021, she was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma and moved to urgent care on April 2, 2021, after a biopsy on the first of April, 180 days of treatment are being provided and paid for in full. Lila Rossi who is not a patient of the Wayne foundation clinic has been seen harassing the patient which can cause stress levels to increase and therefore panic attacks which lead to trouble breathing and a shutting down of her lungs or windpipe in general if Miss. Rossi does not comply with our orders or removal from the school and distance from Miss. Dupain-Cheng, then we will be forced to take more forceful action..." Dick continued.

"Is this really necessary? Just stop messing with my girlfriend and apologize you assholes," Damian said and Dick sighed putting his arm down.

"Marinette, we know that things will never be the same but we're here to fight this with you," Alya said and Marinette felt tears well up in her eyes. Even if these people had been nothing but cruel to her she still wanted their support.

"We'll help you in any way we can dudette," Nino said wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"That really means a lot guys but I need time to get over this with people who are truly going to be at my side, I'll appreciate everything you do though," Marinette said getting up and walking over to Damian with Adrien following close behind.

"You did what you thought was right beloved," Damian said and Marinette just smiled sadly. Damian looked over her head at Adrien who stared right back. "I think I know someone who might be able to make us all feel a little happier during this time, I'll see what I can do," Damian said leaving the superhero duo together to call a friend who could certainly bring the sunshine into Marinette's life again.

"A lot is about to change kitty," Marinette said holding the blond's hand watching Damian talk on the phone.

"180 days of fun M'lady," Adrien responded and suddenly a boy landed next to Damian and ran over to Marinette.

"Ready to kick some ass future Mrs. Wayne?" the boy asked and Marinette just chuckled blushing. She could already feel the weight being lifted off her shoulders.

The first few weeks were hard, she had to work to stay awake and study, keeping up with others was becoming a challenge.

The second month was painful but then again there was poison in her body constantly being flushed in and out.

The third month, radiation started, she was scared but she knew it had to be done.

Month four, she was almost done they said maybe even healed soon.

Once they had the caner isolated, she just had to have that laser there and then, hopefully, it would all be over.

Marinette had 180 days of meeting Damian's self-proclaimed best friend Jon by her side being whatever he needed her to be, she had the best partner she could ask for who was there to talk to her whenever she was scared, and she had Damian, her rock in the ocean.

When Marinette went into the doctors office and read off her paperwork, tears flooded her eyes as she bit her lip trying to contain her smile.

She was cured. Sixteen years old and she fought cancer and won.

She walked into school looking at the anxious faces of her peers.

"I've wanted to tell you something that I've known since the beginning of treatment, I'm moving to America after this was over, there's something about being here that makes me feel tied down. I did it, I fought and won a war far bigger than myself but somehow there's still something that I feel like I need to do or say, like there's something caught in my chest," Marinette said smiling sadly. "Lila never said anything, and that's what stings the most but I know I leave you guys as better people and you'll never make the same mistakes again, I want you to know I forgive you, every one of you." Marinette looked over her classmates one last time eyeing their expressions of tear-filled faces. "I have a flight to catch, bug out," Marinette said taking Damian's hand and walking past Jon and Adrien at the door and out of the school.

For the first time in a long time, Marinette felt her heart flutter as she took a deep breath and got on the plane.

a/n: This was such a hard story to write for me and I'm so happy to anyone who is reading and hope you enjoyed this experience. It has actual factual information in it and maybe you might have even learned something which would be cool huh? I hope to end up like Marinette in the next 163 days. thank you for reading

-Zambie

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