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whomstress · 2 months

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Ragatha's Bunnydoll

Paring: Ragatha x Jax

Rating: T

Hello! Long time no fic! This isn't one of my favorites but I've had it for a long time and wanted to finish it I hope you like it!

Jax has never been more angry with an outcome. Caine's adventure ended with a surprise punishment for the loser. Jax, unlike Zooble, who decided to opt out completely, played the game more than halfheartedly. He is much more interested in messing people up than actually winning himself. It was all going pretty great, especially when he was able to bowl Gangle’s comedy mask down the hall until he lost. He went to his room, not caring about whatever Caine was up to, and decided to try and take a nap. It's been days since he slept, so it might work this time. It usually doesn't, but he soon felt sleep fall upon him faster than it had in a long time. This felt like a trap, but he shrugged it off. Whatever it is, how bad could it be?

But, of course, nothing could ever be easy here, could it? He woke up on the main stage, unable to move. Of course he would. Why did he think anything else about this damn tent? He laughed inwardly; at least he could cuss all he wanted in his mind. He tried to call out, annoyed as hell, to someone to get him out of here, but that was impossible too. His mind was intact, but he couldn’t explain how he felt other than stiff as a rock while stuffed with cotton. Then Bubble appeared in front of him, and he was huge. Twice the size of his body. Jax finally felt himself jump at the shock, but he quickly went back to no movement.

“He’s soooo cute like this! I could just eat him!” Bubble said, menacingly opening his mouth to show his sharp set of teeth that were inching closer to Jax.

Jax barely had time to react when Caine popped Bubble and appeared in front of him. "Well, that’s enough of that! Sorry Jax! I think Bubble is going through another teething phase!”

Jax tried to roll his eyes and say something sarcastic, but found once again that he was stuck. ‘What the fuck is going on!’ he thought. A menacing aura came from him, but even if Caine noticed, he didn't acknowledge it.

Caine came much too close to his face, and Jax wanted nothing more than to finally knock a tooth in. “Well JAX! I’m sure you're wondering, in appropriate language, What is going on?”

Jax just stayed silent, but even Caine could feel sarcasm dripping from the doll. "Yesterday, you told Ragatha the only thing worse than being stuck here was being stuck here as a living doll. So as punishment for today's game, I thought I’d show you how fun it could be! HAHAHAHAHA”

“But unfortunately, it is not in my code to make you new character models. That would require me to transfer your mind, and that is the only thing I cannot control here. However, I can change your form! So what do you think?”

A comically large mirror is placed in front of him, and Jax finally sees exactly why he can’t move or speak. He’s been turned into a small doll version of himself. His body and clothes were felt, and his expression was painted on sly. No wonder he felt like he was stuffed with cotton; he was. Oh, ho, ho, when he got out of this, there was going to be hell to pay.

Before Jax could start planning a premeditated murder, Caine jumped in. “Great! I knew you’d love it! How about you stay this hmmmmmmmmmm... forever?” Jax stayed silent in horror, but Caine jumped in a second later and said, “You’re right, that's a terrible idea! How will you go on more adventures!? HAHAHAHA Dinner time, it is! Have fun!”

Jax looked at himself a little longer in shock before mentally slapping himself out of it. 'Alright, you dumb bunny. Suck it up. Sulkings for losers. I moved earlier, which means I can move. I’m getting the hell out of here before anyone finds me. If Zooble gets a hold of me, I’m pretty sure they’ll set me on fire for that prank I pulled today.’ He laughs to himself, remembering their face as their pieces are scattered across the floor.

After about 15 minutes of trial and error, he realized he could move, but only in jerky movements. So he could swipe his arm or jump a bit, but it’d quickly go back in position, and he'd stop moving completely for another minute or two. He managed to get himself off the table, of course, landing face first, but the nice thing about this body was that it was so plush that he’s pretty sure he could be thrown at a wall and it’d only hurt for a second. 'Huh, it makes sense why Ragatha gets way more upset at centipedes than throwing stuff at her.’

A light bulb went off in his head, and if he could groan, he would. ‘Ragatha. This was her fault!’ If she hadn’t annoyed him, he never would have said what he said and gotten into this mess! Yeah, he's been picking on her more lately, but that’s just because she's the funniest to mess with. He’d found out a new way to fluster her by getting very close in her space. There was something addicting about the way her face flushed red and she’d yell his name. It was nice to see her like that.

You know in a funny way.

But it had really gotten to her, and she’d said something mean back, hitting below the belt. So he told her he might have it bad, but nothing could be worse than being stuck here in hell as a damn doll.

He stopped jumping even when he finally could again, remembering her face when he said it. Her eyes held genuine hurt, and her face pulled into a frown. She looked like she was going to cry. He hated it. She was just supposed to fluster again and yell his name. But when she did say his name, it was sad, and he realized that was not what he wanted. He felt an apology he’d never cared to give anyone else on the tip of his tongue before Zooble called his attention, and he retreated again. It wasn’t his fault; she's a crybaby, and he wouldn’t say sorry. Look what it got him into.

Ragatha’s eyes flashed again in his head, and something in his heart squeezed. If he could growl, he would. ‘Stop! It’s over now. We’ve been over this before. She’s not special. If I don’t apologize to Gangle, I won’t apologize to her! It’s not like she’d care anyway. She doesn't even like you.’

“Oooooh! What’s this?”

Speak of the devil. Just his damn luck.

He feels himself being lifted by similar felt hands as if he’s nothing and he’s face, well, practically whole body, to face with the woman that was just invading his thoughts. Of course, it’d be Ragatha who found him. Doesn’t God hate him enough already? ‘It’s fine. It’s fine. As long as she doesn’t call you c-”

“CUUUUTEEE!” She squeals in such a high pitch that it makes him twinge just the tiniest bit, but she doesn't seem to notice after already examining him more thoroughly. He knew she loved dolls, but he didn’t think she’d say that about a doll of him. She pokes and prods him, admiring his stitching and design. “Oh my God, aren’t you the cutest little doll? I haven’t seen such a well-made doll in ages! I wonder if Caine is making some for us.”

Ragatha takes a little bit of lint off his cheek and smiles sweetly at him. “There you go, sweetheart, all better!”

Jax can’t talk, but he’s still stunned and silent. He didn’t know she could smile that way. At least not to him. How does he get her to do it again? When did she get so pretty? He ponders that for a single second before he yanks himself back to reality. ‘Snap out of it! She’s only smiling because she thinks you're a toy, not because it’s you.`

“If only real Jax could look as cute as you!” He inwardly rolled his eyes again, but then she said something that made him freeze. "Alright, sweetheart, now that we’ve seen your high-quality craftsmanship, it's time to do the ultimate test for a plushie! How huggable are you?”

Oh no, no, no, NO. He hasn’t had a hug in ages. He’s not losing his streak now! He is NOT- Ragatha pulled him into a soft embrace, squishing her plush cheek against his, and moved a hand to hold his head like he was a real person she was supporting. The hug was so strange. It was firm but so delicate, like a hug you’d give to a loved one after not seeing them for a long time. Like he wasn’t just a doll. Like she wanted his touch. Like she liked him. Like she meant it.

It was nice. He guessed. It's super annoying how long she does it, but also nice. In that plushies are made for hugging kind of way, obviously. She pulls back, and he hates how he misses the warmth of her on his cheek. He almost didn’t want her to let go, but when she pulls back with a dopey smile for him, he really doesn’t find himself minding.

Her face suddenly sank. “If only the real you would let me in.

What? What does that mean? Real me? To his surprise, she keeps talking to him.

"God, the real you drives me insane! You know that?”

He inwardly chuckles, 'Yeah, that’s the plan, sweetheart.’

She slides down the wall to sit with him, hugging him to her, and he realizes he’s going to be here for a while. At least this wasn’t the worst position to be stuck in. ‘Why doesn’t she tell her friends about this?’ Well, actually, he understood more than he liked to admit. He never liked people knowing he was upset either. He understood a lot about her, and he knew the feeling was mutual. And he hated it.

She’s the only one who would ask him if he was okay. Ever. They weren’t even really friends, enemies at worst; if anything was off with him, she was the first to notice. The only one to notice. She’d find him in private or even in the middle of his pranks on her and look at him with that dumb doe eye and ask if he was ‘okay’. Of course he wasn’t okay! He was stuck in digital hell, not even knowing his real name. Nobody liked him here, but he could care less because there was no one he liked either.

“Why does he do this?” Ragatha snaps him out of his thoughts and starts talking again. “I swear we’ve been here for years together, but it’s all the same. As soon as we get closer, he pushes me away. And I know that dumb bunny trusts me! Otherwise, he’d never come to me.”

Once again, he flinched at her, but once again, she didn’t seem to notice, lost in her own thoughts. Why was she talking about this out loud? What if some other idiot heard her?

“Why does he stay all night? Come into my room just to stare at the wall? So silent, not wanting a single touch, and yet when I go to move even an inch away, he stares straight into my soul? I know what he’s thinking; he has to know I know.” Her breath hitches. “Don’t-”

Leave me

The words fill his head, and his mind goes back to those moments. He’d stare at her until she moved back close enough for him to relax. It had to be less than once a year when he’d come to her, and it didn’t start until he'd been stuck there for a year. It was the closet he felt to anyone here—the only time he’d let himself be vulnerable. And he hated it.

“Why won’t he let me in?” She sighs once again, hugging the plushie closer. “He has to know how I feel about him.”

Oh, he knew exactly how she felt about him and how everyone felt about him. She was right; he’d push her away after that. He usually avoided her like the plague for at least a week in his sort of 'thanks', but then even he noticed his bullying of her would increase. He didn’t know why, but he needed her attention. He hated that she saw through him, but if she didn’t look at him at all, he didn’t think he could stand it. His thoughts are spiraling down when she interrupts again.

“AND WHY DOES HE FLIRT IF HE’S JUST GOING TO BE A JERK?”

‘...What?’

“I swear he gets in my face, blows in my ear, and looks at me like he wants to eat me! Even if it is kind of hot.” Wait no. He wasn’t flirting. He’d just been bullying her more. She must’ve finally lost her mind. And yet, despite the initial surprise at the sudden change of subject, he feels his ego bloat not only at her last comment but at the way she’s so flustered at the thought.

She suddenly yanks him up, so he’s back to being face-to-face with her. “Seriously, if you're going to kiss me, just do it already, you idiot!”

He watches amusingly as she stares at his face, and hers blows up in a blush, cartoonish steam coming from her. But she doesn't put the plush down in embarrassment like he thinks she will. She bites her lip and looks around three times, like she’s making sure no one can see her. 'What is she doing now?’ He thinks.

“This is so dumb! If actual Jax sees or hears this, he’ll never let me forget it.” His ears perk at this, suddenly very interested in what she has planned. Blackmail is always great.

She blows out a warm breath that he can feel touching his face. “Screw it. It’s just pretending anyway.” He watches intensely as she closes her eyes and begins moving in. He can’t believe his eyes. No way. Is she really?

She’s much too quickly an inch away when he thinks, 'God, she’s beautiful.”

Her lips touch his painted-on mouth only for a moment before a large cloud of smoke poofs him back to his real body with their lips still connected. Ragatha pulls back in surprise, yelping his name, “JAX! What are you? How are you?”

But he doesn’t let her finish instantly connecting their lips again. Still in disbelief, she tries to pull back to get an explanation, but he brings her lips back to his more eagerly each time she whispers his name against his lips. He moves her like a ragdoll, ha, onto his lap, and she melts in his grip. She’s not sure how or why this is happening, but she can’t bring herself to stop.

It’s soft and rough at the same time. Like trying to make up for lost time. Hot breath and soft lips clash and move together in a delicious touch. He whispers her name as he brings her impossibly closer to him, and she feels a shiver crawl along her skin. Goosebumps. She didn’t even think she could have them, but if she didn’t feel them now, she knew she never would.

Jax reveled in her little squeaks, tender gasps, and the music that was his name on her lips. Like a punch in the face, everything made sense now. How he felt. What she meant to him. What he meant to her. She liked him, and he loved her.

They finally pull apart from each other, gasping for air. They stayed like that for a moment before he started to burst out laughing. She wanted to laugh along, but that was definitely his laughing at her, not with her laugh. Ragatha looks suspiciously at him and says, “What?”

“I can’t believe you poured your heart out then kissed a doll of me!” Her face glows as red as her hair, and she goes to pull away in annoyance, but he pulls her back with a smirk. “If you wanted me that bad doll face, you shoulda just asked.”

“You’re such a jerk,” Ragatha pouted, but she could see the humor in it. She complained about him not explaining his feelings for at least 10 minutes to a plush, only to do the same thing.

“Yeah, but I’m your jerk now, baby.” She looks back at him, and he’s once again looking at her with hunger in his eyes, making her gulp and her blush rise again.

“You look like you want to eat me.” She says in a shaky voice.

"Hmmmm, that cause I do,” He pulls her closer, and she gasps, ”Good thing you like it.”

Her eyes hood, and she moves in, but he pulls back, leaving her disappointed. “Say it first, say you like it.” His mouth stretches like a Cheshire grin as she squirms underneath his stare.

She looks him in the eye and reaches a hand up to cup his cheek and rub a thumb along his skin. She smiles warmly at him as she sees his eyes widen in shock. “I really like you.”

He searches her eyes, looking for lies, but he can’t find them. That’s not what he asked for, but he can’t find himself upset when she’s finally looking at him like that. He hates that he finally feels his own blush rise, and he presses his lips hard together before crashing back into her lips. “Prove it."

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satureja13 · 3 months

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Even though it was almost clear that Kiyoshi went back into the tree, Jeb and Ji Ho stayed at home. Just in case Kiyoshi just went for a walk... It's early and the temple lay quiet. Arturo wasn't even here yet. But Kiyoshi was - he really went back into the tree again...

Seeing Kiyoshi in the tree broke something in Jack and he started to cry: "It's all my fault!" Saiwa: "I only left him alone with you for a few minutes! What have you done to him? Have you been weird again?"

But Jack can't answer. He just kept on crying. And where his tears hit the ground, roots were starting to grow. Intertwining with Jack's leg! (The roots were already grabbing for Jack when he had been visiting the temple earlier.)

Jack: "He's trying to drag me into the tree too! Help me!"

Oh no... A bolt shot in the skies.

And Kiyoshi stepped out of the tree. He had lost control over his demon - again. (None of them, except Jack, knows of Kiyoshi's demon side.) Saiwa: "Kiyoshi!" Jack can't move - the roots keep him in place ö.Ö' Vlad: "Jack! Apologize to him! He'll hurt you!"

Jack: "No, he won't. I'm stronger than him." (Which is true. Jack might have lost their fight at the cattle market and all the fights after that. But only as long as Kiyoshi was his Alpha and able to add Jack's strength to his own. But Kiyoshi isn't Jack's Alpha anymore and Jack is the invincible Super Soldier.) Jack: "Let go of me, Kiyoshi." Kiyoshi: "You're mine." Saiwa thinks Kiyoshi is talking to him: "Uhm - Kiyoshi. Whatever Jack did to you yesterday - he didn't mean it. Let him go. Let's talk." Kiyoshi: "Jack is mine. I will take him with me."

And then - finally! - Arturo arrived! "Let go, Master."

Arturo loosened the roots around Jack's ankle and took Kiyoshi with him. He asked Vlad, Saiwa and Jack to wait.

'Sweet child in time. You'll see the line The line that's drawn between good and bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying Oh, taking toll If you've been bad Oh, Lord, I bet you have And you've not been hit Oh, by flying lead You'd better close your eyes Oh Bow your head. Wait for the ricochet'

Child in Time - Deep Purple

Arturo returned with Kiyoshi. His eyes still with that demonic glow. And he seems still wild - but he is responsive.

Arturo: "I don't understand this. He says Jack is his fated mate. And not you, Saiwa. I was so sure. His last words... I'm so sorry." Jack was relieved. Kiyoshi freed him from his vow and is setting things right! Now Jack is finally able to tell his friends what had happened between them. No secrets anymore. Now he can talk to them and they can help him to heal.

Saiwa is about to faint: "Are you serious? After all Jeb and I went through to bring Kiyoshi back?" Vlad is relieved too. Jack is his best friend and he had a hunch something was going on but he didn't want to make it harder for Jack so he didn't push him. But it was so hard to not be able to help him.

Saiwa doesn't have these insights: "Run."

And Jack ran. It's useless to talk reasonable to Saiwa now and trying to tell him it wasn't Jack's fault. Running around will help him calm down - and then they can talk. And while Saiwa was chasing after Jack, Kiyoshi told Vlad and Arturo their whole story... and why it needed to be kept a secret.

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest 🛺 'Home happy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🛺 'Home crappy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

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yoonieper · 1 year

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Make it Rein | KSJ

Lookin at u got me thinkin christmas~

❅ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

❅ Genre: pwp pretty much (fr this time!), smut, fluff, a little humor sprinkled in

❅ Rated: H for Ho Ho Ho

❅ Warnings: soft~, oral (f receiving), protected sex

❅ Word Count: 1.9k

❅ Prompt: Waking up early for ‘presents ;)’

❅ Summary: Your anniversary surprise didn’t go as planned, instead he gave you your christmas present early ;)

❅ Thank you: Thank you so much @jamaisjoons once again for the banner~

❅ Now Playing: A Nonsense Christmas by Sabrina Carpenter

❅ Author’s Note: This is actually part 2 of the Christmas fic I did last year for Seokjin (link for story down below if you want context)! Spicing up our wholesome couple with, well 🤭… Enjoy friends, another bite sized smut to brighten up your day <3~

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much : D

Jingle Bell Rock

It was only because Seokjin had forgotten to close the curtains last night did he find his eyes fluttering open at an hour he could immediately tell was too early.

He sighed and flipped around honestly hoping to go back to sleep when his hand rested upon something warm. Confused, he opened his eyes to only find you.

In the dim light he saw your back as you cuddled up with your pillow you always did. Things were different though, he could immediately tell.

The covers were barely draped onto your form, a red lingerie set cladded your body, something he could see was themed for the holidays. You were wearing a Santa hat, with a Santa outfit themed bra, and the bottom of the set was this little skirt with a belt wrapped around your hips, with the strings of your panties poking out from underneath, a sight he could only describe as the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

He tried to remember what happened last night because he clearly didn’t remember you being dressed like this, nor did he even remember going to bed and sleeping at your place.

He stared at you for a little while trying to think back to what happened last night when it suddenly came to him like a slap to the face.

You had sent him a text earlier in the day, promising a surprise when you got home from the radio station. Work kept you longer than you had hoped, and so he still found himself coming over anyway, drinking a bit of the wine he brought out to celebrate your one year anniversary.

Technically it was on Christmas, but he had prepared a little pre celebration like you had, making a quick late night snack paired with a bottle of red wine.

Well either he drank more than he planned or something was wrong with the wine because he got sleepy soon after he finished his first glass. He could hardly remember the rest, but he ended up stumbling to bed, completely forgetting he was still at your place and that you had a surprise planned for him when you made it back.

Seokjin quietly groaned to himself, seeing what he likely missed because of the wine. What a surprise this would have been if he’d actually managed to stay up and see it…

You looked amazing even from this angle.

It suddenly dawned on him once more that while everyone outside was celebrating Christmas, today was in fact your one year anniversary.

The fact it was Christmas also meant that the both of you would need to be heading to the station to get ready for the Christmas special you and your co-host had planned— Seokjin this year once again starring in it after his performance last year was so well received.

You both unfortunately didn’t have that time to celebrate like he wished, but while things weren’t hectic, he might be able to make up for yesterday and kick off the holidays with a great time.

He scooted a little closer and gently kissed your shoulder and ran his hand up your side. He was as soft as possibly, feeling a tiny bit bad for waking you, but hoped this would make up for it.

You were a relatively light sleeper so it didn’t take much for you to suddenly become aware of the warm hands on your body in your room that was always so cold and the feather-light kisses on your skin.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself immediately knowing who it was behind you.

“Good morning to you too~” You chuckled.

“It’s not yet… shit, I can’t believe I missed this…” He sighed as he pulled your shoulder toward him, so you were laying on your back before climbing over you.

He took a minute to take in what exactly you were wearing. Everything about the outfit fit you perfectly and made his mouth water at how good you looked.

“It’s too bad you fell asleep, I had a whole routine planned.” You laughed, just thinking about it. It wasn’t anything too specular, just enough to get your man in the mood and surprise him for your anniversary.

You were a little shocked to come home to find him asleep considering it was only 10:30 when you finally made it back from the station. You had changed at work, put on a jacket, and drove home thinking you were about to give him the surprise of a lifetime only to come home to him passed out on your bed.

You were even more confused since you texted him right before you left work, but seeing the almost empty bottle of wine along with the fancy platter of cheeses and little meats that remained vastly untouched clued you in on all you needed to. Instead of waking him up, you ate the platter he prepared, finished up the bottle, and went straight to bed with him.

For some reason, you weren’t exactly surprised by the wake up.

You noticed the sadden look on his face at the mention of what he missed out on.

“I’m never drinking wine again… I only had one glass, I don’t know how it put me out like that.” He pouted.

“Mmmm, baby I came back and only this much was left in the bottle.” You held up a tiny distance between your fingers. “Had what was left and it didn’t even make it halfway up the glass.”

You watched again as his face changed from confusion to his ears and cheeks growing more red by the second and you couldn’t help but giggle. He’s so cute~

“I’m so sorry…” He sighed.

“It’s alright… but I did think I heard you say you were about to make it up somehow.” Your gaze lowered to stare down his button up, and back up to his eyes. You could tell he got the picture.

He shyly smiled down at you before moving down your body, his eyes taking in every detail of your outfit before settling between your thighs.

“Ooo, yep I think this will be more than enough repayment~” You laughed and he did as well.

“Well, happy anniversary to us. I think we’ve had a pretty amazing year, don’t you think?” He asked, smiling up at you.

“Couldn’t ask for anything be– ooohhh.” You sighed feeling his finger run over your clothed slit.

He seemed to be down with talking and focused instead on the pleasing you. He continued to run his finger through your slit and would occasionally move focus on your clit, he enjoyed seeing you grow wetter by the second.

“Fuck– please baby…” You groaned softly, reaching down to run your fingers through his dark hair. It was a little longer than he usually let it get, and you couldn’t be happier feeling it like this now.

Seokjin was always so eager to please, quickly tugging your soaked thong down your legs, leaving you in just your tiny santa skirt.

He stared between your legs, dazed because, holy shit was his girlfriend gorgeous.

“Ho ho ho to me~” He chuckled lightly and it took you a minute to process the fact that he made that joke before you burst out laughing, because why the fuck was that the first thing that came into that beautiful brain of his.

“Baby, I swear you’re the most unserious person I know.” You giggled and your heart nearly melted seeing his cute little smile and what he seemingly took as a compliment. It was, you loved him.

He took the praise and fueled it in his efforts to please, and nearly knocking you breathless, you felt his tongue go to work and he lapped up your juices. He was always so good to you and you couldn’t help but moan for him as his tongue glided between your folds.

You were sensitive and maybe it was the surprise wake up or you were still hyped up from what you thought you were going to come home and experience, but your boyfriend was good and it didn’t take much for you to start feeling the telltale signs you were getting close. Seokjin noticed this and immediately came up and kissed you hurriedly.

It was passionate, all the love you have built together over the last year. You tried your best to pull down his pants but ultimately he had to pull away and hop off the bed for a second to get them down his legs finally. He also hurriedly grabbed a condom out from the nightstand before hopping on the bed to join you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and you both moaned as he slowly pushed himself inside you. He stayed still for a second and you couldn’t help kissing him, feeling how good he felt inside you.

“Fuck.” He sighed as he steadily moved his hips. Every thrust made your toes curl and you couldn’t be happier to spend a year with this man.

You were so close from earlier it really didn’t take much for the feeling to return all too quickly.

“C-close.” You hurried out.

“I know.” He could certainly feel it, the way you were gripping him like you never wanted to let him go. You didn’t, he was yours.

“Are you–”

“Fuck, yes.” You didn’t make things any easier for him. You were so fucking wet, he was able to slide in you so easily and your walls hugged him so well it was only a matter of time before he was going to explode.

Determined to make sure you cum before he does, he hurried his pace and dived down to kiss you right on that spot on your neck that he knew got to you.

He knew you so well, to think it’s really been a year.

And like he knew, it wasn’t long before you cried for him and he did as well when his orgasm hit him so suddenly.

You both sat there for a second trying to catch your breaths when the sounds of “Jingle Bell Rock” started blaring from your phone, a sign that made you groan because that was your alarm to start getting ready for the Christmas special later.

“Well...” He laughed lightly.

“I don’t want to get up.” You whined because who wants to go outside in the freezing cold when you could spend the day snuggled in your boyfriend's arms, celebrating your anniversary.

“Me too but just think…” He leaned in close. “I can’t wait to give you your real present later.” His tone was sultry and immediately had your mind spiraling at the possibilities.

“I can’t wait for that then~” You felt like kicking your feet and giggling like a school girl but you refrained. “Plus, I wanna see you perform again.” You smiled thinking back to his amazing performance last year.

You saw his ears get a little red at the mention of it. After last year, his performance for the radio station finally brought your shy star out of his shell and he’s been posting a few covers on youtube and even occasionally performing at little venues.

“I’m excited to see you there again.” He smiled.

You thought back to what happened last time.

“Mmm, do you have plans on going all disney prince again on me after your performance?” You chuckled, but couldn’t stop the giddy feeling from spreading all over your body.

“I’ll do more than that…” His voice was low and dangerous.

“What then?”

“You’ll get your present later, I promise.”

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slims-shady · 1 year

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𝐽𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛 𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡

“𝑇𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠“

College au, (established relationship)

Warning’s : blowjobs, dirty talk, whiny Jimin, hard orgasms, rough sex (I guess?), highly explicit, punishment

(This was inspired by the pic of Jimin below because why not? But y’all tell me if you guys want a part two. It was fun to make this so enjoy!”)

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You and Jimin were in a happy two year relationship, but at times it had its problems. You guys had your arguments and unhappy moments but they were rare.

But this was one of those times. But the reason for the argument was so petty, well to you anyway. You were in your class and it had been a long day for you and you were more than ready to go home.

The teacher had excused all the students so you headed towards your regular meet up spot with Jimin. You had seen him leaning against his white mustang looking as good as ever.

As soon as you saw him you gave him a smile. He smiled back making your heart flutter, fuck you loved that smile. He knew what that smile did to you.

But while you were walking you felt someone behind you, so you turned to see your childhood friend Hoseok. Oh how you missed him, he was like the big brother you never had.

“Hobi oh my god! When did you get here?” he handed you a bouquet of roses before he responded. “Just yesterday. Your mom told me you were going to college here so I wanted to give you a visit.”

Jimin couldn't hear the conversation since you guys were so far away. He felt jealous just looking at you and Hobi talking while the bouquet of roses were in your hands. He felt guilty at the feeling but he couldn't help it.

“I really want us to catch up y/n, maybe we can hang at the nearby cafe here. There is so much I want to tell you, like how I’m married to Ji-ho now.” You weren't exactly surprised by the news because Hobi had been in love with her since high school.

So you were happy for him. “Wow you two love birds finally tied the knot. I'm truly happy for you both. But yes we can meet there tomorrow at one.”

“Perfect, I will see you tomorrow. I'll pick you up, just give me your address so I can come get you.” You both said your goodbyes and Hobi gave you a kiss on the cheek.

Jimin watched the whole thing while his heart sank. Did she have a secret admirer? Was she gonna leave me? Jimin overthinking it as always. Jimin got in the car having an attitude at you pouting.

You finally reached the car and sat down to see an upset Jimin. “Hey baby, how was your day?” He was silent towards you for a minute before he spoke.

“Who was that guy you were talking to y/n.” The question caught you a bit off guard but you responded.

“Ah, that's a very close friend of mine. Wasn't it so sweet for him to bring me a bouquet of my-”

“Favorite flower’s?” he interrupted, clearly pissed.

“Are you upset Jimin? Did you have a bad day?” He was silent yet again.

The rest of the ride you both didn’t speak. This was very unusual for you both, Jimin never acted like that towards you. Did you do something wrong? What could you have done to get Jimin so upset like this? Whatever you did all you know is that you fucked up and fucked up bad.

You both got home and Jimin pinned you to the wall. “Jimin, what are you doing?” “Y/n you're such a damn tease you know that?” You were so confused, what was he talking about? Was it Hobi he was upset about?

“What are you talking about Jimin?”

“Fuck y/n that guy earlier pissed me off kissing you and giving you flowers. I think both him and you should know what's mine.”

You gulped hard at his comment that was turning you on.

“But Jimin-” He cut you off by placing his lips on yours while inserting his tongue. His tongue fought dominance against yours making you moan against his mouth.

Jimin removed his tongue leaving a line of saliva from both of your tongues. He looked at you up and down with jealousy and lust filled in his eyes.

“Get the bouquet and count each rose in it.” You didn't know where Jimin was going with this but you could tell it wasnt gonna end well. You grabbed the bouquet and counted each one until you reached the number ten.

“There are ten roses Jimin, why does that matter?” Jimin had the naughtiest smirk looking at you up and down. “I think you should be punished for making me so jealous like this baby. A round for each rose hmm? How does that sound?”

God you didn't know jealousy would drive Jimin like this. Jimin wasnt joking around either, he was going to fuck you for all ten rounds until you wouldnt even let the thought of you walking cross your mind.

“I asked you a question baby, don't you think I deserve an answer?” You were turned on by his smooth words. You yearned for him to be inside you and stretch you out properly. “Y-yes Jimin I want you so much. Please take care of me f-fuck.” you say moaning out to him.

Jimin let out a dark chuckle at your comment. “Good girl. Now get on your knees and suck.” You followed Jimin’s orders and got down gripping his thighs. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, discarding them across the room.

All that was left on his body was his black t-shirt and black calvin klein underwear. The sight of that alone excited you.

Jimin pulled down his underwear revealing his pretty, veiny rock hard cock. Your mouth watered looking at how his pre cum dripped down.

You gently grabbed his cock placing it in your mouth. “Mmmh baby your mouth feel’s so f-fucking good shit.” You loved how Jimin’s cock felt in your mouth, with such a sweet taste.

You wanted to milk Jimin’s cock, his cum filling up your throat.

Jimin was fucking your face thrusting his hips in a repeated pattern, making you tear up from how deep he was going. Sloppy slutty noises filling the apartment. You could only pray that your neighbors didn't hear you both.

Jimin gripped onto your hair, his pattern began to stutter letting him know that he was about to come. All the while your clit was throbbing, aching for it to be touched. You began putting fingers inside but Jimin wasn't about to allow that. “D-did I say you could touch yourself baby?

Put all your a-attention towards me. F-fuckk. D-don't worry you will be rewarded soon baby. ” Jimin’s voice was so shaky, his high was near you could tell it. But you were so wet at this point you were dripping. You wanted Jimin, no you needed Jimin.

“S-shit y/n I’m about to c-cum. y/nnn. God please don't spit it out swallow it baby.” His whiny voice barely coming out. He came in your mouth making you swallow it all. “Good girl y/n. You did so well.” he praised you out of breath.

Your throat was so sore you could barely speak. “I guess we can count that as a round one since you did so well hmm baby? Only nine more to go.” You felt so bent up that you felt you could actually go that long.

“Oh Jimin, please put it in. I want it so badly baby please.” you begged your voice being hoarse. “How could I say no to that begging baby.” Jimin picked you up bringing you to the bed placing you softly.

Jimin began placing hickeys all on your neck making you moan. Jimin slid off your clothes and the rest that he had left.

He aligned his cock with your womanhood gently rubbing your clit. He placed it inside making you tear up a bit from his size. “Nghh Jimin please move please.” You were so good at begging like it was second nature. Jimin began to tease you by picking a pace he knew you wouldn't like.

“Jiminnn please I can't take it please go harder.” you sobbed pleading him.

Jimin suddenly picked up the pace making you cry out his name. You could barley let out words because of how good Jimin was fucking you. “J-jimin y-yess hngggg.” your words being slightly incoherent to him but he knew you felt good. It all felt so good.

You weren’t seeing stars, you were seeing constellations, that's how good it was. But your high was finally here and there wasn’t any going back.

“Fu-fuck Jimin i’m about to c-cum.”

“Come baby and don't you dare hold back.” he whispered in my ear. Jimin’s threatening comment set you off, making you reach your high.” Gripping onto Jimin you come undone in his arms cumming on his cock.

Once you finally came down from your high Jimin kissed your forehead seeing how fucked out you were. He loved it when you were like that due to his actions. “Are you ok baby, did I go too rough?”

“N-no I’m ok Jiminne.” He looked at the mess you both made.

“Good, only eight more to go.”

You whimpered at his comment already tired and fucked out.

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It was gonna be a long night.

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#jimin fanfic #bts jimin #bts smut #smut #bts x y/n #jimin x reader #jiminshiii #taking requests #bts fanfic

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frosted-hyacinth · 4 months

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かべのはな - Wallflower

Part 1, Part 2

You turned off Aki's PC and walked out the room, tempted to go slap her for leaving the two of you alone but before you could, you were greeted by the sounds of her crying. So, you looked at the television in front of her to see what had made her cry. She was watching Violet Evergarden (It's very good please watch it). As you walked on to her crying, she noticed you soon after and ran to you before sniffling.

"Violet is so pretty but, but he died! The blue haired guy died! The short blue haired one!" She sniffed in to your pajamas, her embracing you in a tight hug for comfort. As an attempt to cheer her up, you reciprocated the hug and left made a quick omelet, placed on top of a soft and fluffy bed of rice for dinner and as comfort food. Sitting on the very new wooden dinner table that the both of you had spent a fortune on, the hot meal was placed carefully on top of rubber mats and chopsticks lying beside the bowls. You'd like to say that your cooking was decent, good enough to cheer someone up after they had cried, and your food had done just that.

After finishing the bowl of rice, Aki who was now no longer shaken by scenes from Violet Evergarden (perhaps not due to the food though) had gotten her memory of the previous hours back and couldn't hold back the urge to make you flush. So, she decided to tease you with embarrassing and statements about you and Kenma that for the most part weren't true. Once you finished eating, and doing both yours and Aki's dirty dishes and falling victim to her teasing, you had had enough of her teasing. You put the clean glass plates back into their drawers and grumpily walked back to your room. You tried to sleep but just so happened to get newly discovered problems with sleeping and now had to roll around in bed to attempt to fall asleep with the reminiscent background music of Tetris.

˚₊· ͟͟͞˚₊·˚ The sun rising or alarm clocks should be the sign for people to wake up, but you happened to 'accidentally' consistently wake up much earlier than the sun had, so early, that the times you had woken up would be considered odd hours of the day. Aki, was still asleep, however, so you left her alone, trying not to wake her up. You weren't necessarily hungry or thirsty, so, with nothing left to do, you walked up to the desktop that had been sitting on your shared desk which stared at you menacingly, reminding you of the relentless teasing you had to put up with last night. Nonetheless, you still decided to turn on the PC, as it turned on slowly, the light had made you squint but gradually, your eyes accustomed to the bright artificial light. Once you could actually see the screen, you clicked -with no hesitation on the game you were playing yesterday. However, this time, instead of the 'private server' your friend had made. You joined a public server, trying to get the healthy amount of social interaction you needed.

Even though, perhaps not all the players of this game were from the same country, there were still a fair amount of people online early in the morning or late into the day, but you having played this game for only a few minutes knew no one yet. Other than Kenma that is. You would've joined his game but he wasn't online so you left your server as it was. Your character wandered around the open world map, their hair flowing with every step they took. Right now, you were trying to find opponents with the right ascension materials for certain characters of different elements, for their weapons and talents. Other than solely the character game play, the lore was fun to watch, doing quests for characters and unlocking more parts of the beautifully illustrated and animated scenery.

You had soon realized that your favorite thing to do in game was to find little easter eggs. You figured that some animals that coincidentally resembled a character exactly and how the animal fit the personality of the character. Maybe even after some quests, the world would change a little. Be it adding more details or removing some.

After a while more of exploring, you heard Aki yawning, shuffling of blankets and the creaking of the girl getting off the bed. Perhaps going to the kitchen for water or searching for her missing roommate. You had powered off the computer ready to wake up Aki to get ready for the day but was surprised by a sudden ding coming from your phone. A notification that Kenma, known as Kozuken, had gone live.

Is Kozuken a canon name or not.? (The game in question may be a little referenced by genshin, please don't copyright me)

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#kozume kenma #kenma #kenma x reader #kenma kozume fluff #kenma kozume x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #⌕ 茶ʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿ

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princesssarisa · 4 months

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Types of songs in "A Christmas Carol" musical adaptations

When a story has been adapted into so many musicals, it's easy to notice patterns in the songs that usually feature. These are the song types from all the musical adaptations of A Christmas Carol I know.

In chronological order, the musicals are: the 1954 Bernard Hermann operetta for CBS TV, the 1956 NBC TV musical The Stingiest Man in Town (later remade in animation by Rankin/Bass in 1978), Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol, the 1970 film Scrooge, The Muppet Christmas Carol, the 1997 Nickelodeon animated film, Alan Menken's A Christmas Carol: The Musical, and 2022's animated Scrooge: A Christmas Carol.

*Fourth wall-breaking chorus invites the audience to celebrate Christmas/hear the story ("Holly-Ho," "Sing a Christmas Carol," or "Tell Me a Tale About Christmas")

*Londoners sing happily about celebrating Christmas Eve (e.g. "On This Darkest Day of Winter," "Santa Claus," "Jolly Good Time")

**Subtype: Happy Christmas Eve solo for Fred, with chorus (e.g. "An Old-Fashioned Christmas," or "I Love Christmas")

*Bitter and greedy Scrooge song (e.g. "Ringle, Ringle," "I Hate People," "Nothing to Do with Me," or "Tell Me")

*Londoners sing about Scrooge's meanness (e.g. "The Stingiest Man in Town," "Father Christmas," or "Scrooge")

*Happy Christmas Eve song for Bob Cratchit, sometimes with Tiny Tim too (e.g. "Christmas Children," "One More Sleep Till Christmas," or "You Mean More to Me Than Anything")

*Jacob Marley lament/warning song (e.g. "I Wear a Chain," "Marley and Marley," or "Link By Link")

*Lonely solo for Scrooge as a child (e.g. "Alone in the World," "When Shadows Fall," or "A Place Called Home")

*Festive Fezziwig party song (e.g. "December the Twenty-Fifth," "Mr. Fezziwig's Annual Christmas Ball")

*Happy love song for Belle and Young Scrooge – either a duet or a solo for Belle (e.g. "What Shall I Get My Lad for Christmas?" "Golden Dreams," "Happiness," or "A Place Called Home")

*Sad breakup song for Belle and Young Scrooge – either a Belle solo, a Scrooge solo, or a duet (e.g. "It Might Have Been," "Winter Was Warm," "You," "When Love is Gone," "Cross This Bridge," or "Later Never Comes")

*Ghost of Christmas Present song (e.g. "A Very Merry Christmas," "The Song of the Christmas Spirit," "I Like Life," "It Feels Like Christmas," or "Abundance and Charity")

**Subtype: Londoners sing of celebrating Christmas Day, joined by the Ghost of Christmas Present (e.g. again, "It Feels Like Christmas," or "Christmas Together")

*Heartwarming Christmas song for the Cratchits and/or Tiny Tim (e.g. "And Bless Us Every One," "Yes, There Is A Santa Claus," "The Lord's Bright Blessing," "The Beautiful Day," or "Bless Us All")

*Ensemble for people in the Future disrespecting Scrooge in death (e.g. "Thank You Very Much," or "Dancing On Your Grave")

*Scrooge sings of his resolve to be a better man (e.g. "Mankind Shall Be My Business," "I'll Begin Again," "A Thankful Heart," "Yesterday, Tomorrow, and Today/God Bless Us Everyone")

*Happy reprises of earlier songs in the final scene (virtually every version does this)

Songs where I can only think of one example each

*Duet for Scrooge and Fred of contrasting world views ("Humbug" from The Stingiest Man in Town)

*Ghost of Christmas Past song ("The Lights of Long Ago" from the Alan Menken musical)

*Tender song for Scrooge's mother in the past ("God Bless Us Every One" from the Alan Menken musical – one of the only versions of the story where Scrooge's mother even appears)

*Tender song for Scrooge's sister Fan ("Christmas Wishes" from Scrooge: A Christmas Carol)

*Duet for Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Present about Tiny Tim ("One Little Boy" from The Stingiest Man in Town)

*Festive song for Fred and his party guests ("Santa's Sooty Suit" from the 1997 animated film)

*Solo for Fred about the birth of Jesus ("Birthday Party of the King" from The Stingiest Man in Town)

*Reprise by Scrooge of his lonely childhood song at his own grave in the Future ("Alone in the World (Reprise)" from Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol)

#a christmas carol #adaptations #musicals #songs

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livelovesimallways · 1 year

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"The Weekend...." Pt. 2

(Previous)

When Sean decided to barge his way in here, the last thing I expected was for things between us to end up how they started. Although it may not seem like it, sleeping with my sister’s man was something I never thought I was capable of. I swear if he was anybody else, this wouldn’t be happening. But he’s not, and that’s a choice I have to live with. From the outside looking in, it seems like I’m a villain…A jealous, bitter, hater that’s hell bent on ruining her sister’s relationship. In reality, I’m not. Our history goes much deeper than anyone could imagine. Dana thinks I met Sean when she first introduced him. The truth is, I knew him before they laid eyes on each other.

We met at a small “get together” during my freshman year in college. He was there celebrating our school’s first March Madness Playoff victory since he once played. Initially I figured he came over to secure his, "Ho" for the night, so I casually brushed him off. His tune changed real quick after that, with him trying to assure me that wasn't the case. I let it slide and after a nice conversation, we exchanged numbers. To be honest, I didn’t expect much to come from it…Dana always told me that men like him were not going to give me the relationship I wanted. But shit, in the weeks following, that man swept me off my feet. Even though he asked me to keep everything private, I never felt like a secret. We spent that summer vacationing all over…From Sunlit Tides to Monte Vista, we went everywhere. He made damn good use of that NBA contract. Sean was it for me. He was my first real situation and what felt like my first love. Things were great until he started pulling away. Soon after that he told me we were done. I was hurt, but thankfully had school to keep me distracted. I stayed on campus most of my sophomore year, including winter and spring break. Going home consisted of Dana gushing over her new Boo and that was something I couldn’t handle. As the school year ended, they finally decided they were ready to go public. After all, it was his birthday and what’s a lavish party without a trophy standing by your side? She wanted me to meet him first so I reluctantly came home. As she was ready to leave he popped in to say hello. Humph, I tried so hard to hide the shock, embarrassment, and disgust from my face when I realized who was extending his hand. I swear, Sean had some mothafuckin nerve. Unfazed though, he continued as if he never knew me. Everything happened so fast that I could barely get a word out and before I knew it, they were gone. He eventually tried to explain, claiming that he didn't know we were sisters until earlier that day. Although it was believable with Dana's over protectiveness, absence on social media, and the fact that I hated talking about my family, the entire situation didn't sit right with me. I didn't know how to or if telling Dana was a good idea so I left it alone. Seeing them together hurt, especially with the way Sean ended things. But with school creating a nice distance, I was able to move on.

Everything was good. I had my life and they had theirs. Although Sean's place was our new home, I managed to keep myself separate from them for a while. But once they started having problems, humph, shit got messy. After arguments he came to me. It went from venting, to apologizing, to having regrets, to making his way to my bed. It's been three years since we first crossed that line. I don't get any joy from doing this behind my sisters back. And like I said, if he was anyone else. I fell in love with Sean first and as much as I tried to forget him, it never worked. Yesterday he finally admitted what I knew all these years...He loves me too. With Dana on verge of leaving, I don't know what will happen between us. One thing's for sure though...I'm about to put this lingerie set to good use.

"Well damn, you were just sleeping." *walking up closer* "You know, you don't have to get dressed. Security stays upstairs and outside."

"I know...I ain't worried about them."

"Okay?...Then why are you getting dressed? You leavin?"

"I don't want to but..."

"Then don't. If you turn around you'll have a good reason to stay."

It was impossible for him to hide his excitement when he saw what I had on. His smile, his dimples and his beat red face told me everything I needed to know. He was just as enamored as I was. Regardless of any conflicting feelings he had, there was no denying how he felt about me. I gave him a kiss that led to his hands planted firmly on his favorite spot. Shit, he needed that reminder. As things were progressing, with me unbuckling his pants, his phone started ringing. He ignored it, but after getting a text, he gave up, slowly pulling away.

"Just put it on silent Boo..." I said, gently stroking his dick.

"You know I can't..." *moves my hand*

"This is so fuckin stupid! Its only been two days since she found out about Julia and she's already calling. And you?...You don't make any sense! You finally admit that you love me but now you're doing this? You ain't have a problem fuckin me all over this room. What Changed?"

*Briefly closed his eyes* "I don't wanna hurt you Dee..."

"Well, it's too fuckin late for that! I don't get it. What happened to all your regrets? How you wish it was me? How long you've been in love with me? Be a man and stand on that shit! Dana will be fine, its not like you've been the best to her anyway. I can be your secret until you're ready. I clearly don't have a problem with it. Hell, you can keep doing your thing on the side too. Bitches like Julia don't scare me because you know where home is."

"Look, I would love nothing more than to have that with you but I can't. It's too risky and you know it. I'm a starter now and I'm trying to secure my biggest contract yet. That shit is gonna change my life, Dee. If it got out that we're together, it would be over. Controversy only works on tv and social media. I'm sorry."

"You always say that, yet you've risked it all every time we messed around. Moses knows. He hates me and definitely wasn't okay with it. What if he let it slip?" I said, as his phone rang again. "Oh my god, is she stalking you now?"

"No. She's waiting for me. I already talked to her when you were in the shower."

"So that's it? You're ready to spend the rest of your life with someone you barely love?"

"Don't do that. I never said no shit like that and you know it. You really think I put damn near six years into this without truly loving her? Come on now. She may not be the ideal choice, but it works. We can't always get what we want." *looks at his phone* "I gotta go. And yeah, about this...It ain't happening again. I fucked up, I'm sorry."

I hoped he'd turned around and realize the mistake he was making. Humph, but once that front door closed, I knew he wasn't coming back.

Just like the end of summer, freshman year, I was left heartbroken by his ass. I had been suppressing a lot while we went back and forth, only to have it all resurface yesterday. This love shit really feels different when its reciprocated...Damn it's not fair. After crying my eyes out, I grew angry. How does he get to play in our faces like this? I know I was wrong, but him?? I can't do these mental gymnastics again. I don't want to lose my sister but at this point it's gone too far. He did say "we all can't get what we want". She needs to know and he needs to pay. I'll find the right time to do it...Definitely before their wedding. Since I can't talk to anyone about him, music usually helps calm me down.

"Alexa, play Kill Bill by Sza..."

To Be Continued.......

#black simblr #sims story #ts3 story #dana #deanna #sean #story update #the weekend

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maddieautobot273 · 5 months

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Silk & Colonge (48)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC Series - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 48: Break - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC

Words: 4.8K+ words

Warnings: PG for angst, fightin words (but no physical fighting), comfort, fluff, lightly implied sexual content.

Summary: With Marvel Day mere hours away, Lisa struggles to keep her team calm and collected while balancing her relationship with Miguel and the Spider-Society.

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Lisa’s P.O.V. - 1 week later

I woke up a little later this morning than normal, smiling seeing Miguel and I wrapped up in each other's arms as my eyes slowly fluttered open and seeing the absolutely passed out expression on his sleeping face. Our positions were reversed, him under the covers and me overtop them with a blanket. Let me be there for you like you were there for me.

I was also glad my team had the day off from practice today. Kasey left a message earlier in the morning on our group chat that she had a family emergency and wouldn’t make it in today. The others and I collectively agreed to take the day today to rest and relax after the abundance of extended practices the last few days.

It wasn’t that I was being ungrateful, but tension was really starting to build towards the team. Little mistakes and missteps would build up, pointing fingers at one another. Sure there would be a disagreement or two, but it never made it to such an extreme before.

This was almost as bad as the dance camp back in Korea. I was not going to let that happen again. I wasn’t going to let history repeat itself.

But yesterday was the absolute worst.

I tried to get everyone calm, and for the most part it worked, but Kasey was really starting to feel the stress. “Everyone needs to be on their A-game and stay focused,” She suddenly pointed a finger at me. “Including you, our fearless leader,”

“Me?” I raised a brow at the woman, clearly confused but also a tad fearful of what she had to say.

“Listen, I am happy that you found a guy like Miguel, but in all honesty, you’ve been spending a lot of time with him recently, and I’ve caught you twice over the last week calling him during rehearsal,” Kasey crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at me.

“I am focused,” I insisted eagerly. “He’s just been. . . having it rough at work the last little while so I’m just making sure that he takes care of himself and doesn’t overwork him to the brink. Other than those calls, I keep dance rehearsal and personal time separate. You know that, Kasey,”

Kasey seemed to stare at me long and hard, and the longer she stared at me, the more I tried not to squirm. Hannah and the twins exchanged looks between us, worried about the tension building between us and waiting to see how Kasey would react. But the next set of words that came out of her mouth caught me completely off guard.

“Is it really that good?” Her gaze turned menacing.

It was like a slap to the face. A punch to the gut. I wanted to yell, scream at her for speaking to me about him in such a tone.

Miguel and I haven’t even gone that far. Not yet anyways. While my heart fluttered at the idea, my mind also stung at past memories of Ji-Ho’s horrendous smirk.

How could she just assume something so–!

But I squared my fists, fighting the urge as I kept my voice low, almost terrifyingly calm. “What did you just say?”

“Okie dokie, looks like our little machine is wound up a little too tight today,” Hannah laughed nervously as she stepped in between us, the twins splitting off to come to either side of us, prepared to hold us back in the event we tried to jump at each other's throats.

“Let’s call it for the day, get some air,” Toya suggested. “Clear all of our heads and start fresh,”

“. . . Fine,” Kasey simply said as she turned away from Touga’s reach, grabbing her bag and simply walked out of the studio.

All eyes were on her as she left. Hannah asked me if I was okay, claiming what Kasey said was absolutely uncalled for. But I’d seen that look Kasey gave me before.

Jin. . .

“I’m fine, Hannah, thanks,” My voice turned soft as I offered Hannah an apologetic look and nodded towards Toya for stepping up.

We had simply left it at that. After practice that day, I didn’t even bother waiting for Miguel to get back to me about plans yesterday as I slipped my suit on, dimension hopped to Spider-Society HQ, made my way into Miguel's lab and when I saw him working away at his computer console, I had barely spoken a word to him as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged Miguel from behind.

He made an audible ‘OOF’ as I clung to him, lifting his arms as his head turned, staring down at me. “Lisa, what are you doing?”

When he saw the look on my face, his face softened, turning his body completely as he returned the embrace.

“Rough rehearsal?” He asked me, his hand brushing down my hair.

I nodded softly, my face nuzzling into his chest.

“Did you want to talk about it?” He asked gently.

Kasey’s jab at me rattled my brain once again. “She made a comment about you, us, something personal about our relationship. She was upset, she couldn’t have meant it, but. . .” I fought back the urge to cry. “It still hurt,”

Miguel’s grip on me tightened ever so slightly. “Do you feel alright telling me what she said to you?” His voice was calm, but I could sense the lingering rage of fire laced within those words.

I knew Miguel would never lay a hand on her, or any of my friends. But the idea of repeating those words, and explaining the possible context. . . I couldn’t bare it right now. I shook my head.

“That’s okay,” He reassured me with a gentle smile. “I’m almost done. Then we can do whatever you want. You pick tonight,”

“. . . You want to open up that champagne bottle tonight?” I suggested, looking up at his face.

He smiled down at me. “I think that’s an excellent idea,”

After what happened yesterday, when I woke up and found Kasey’s message this morning, as much as I wanted to talk to her and clear things up, I was still upset about what she had said. Maybe. . . a part of her was too. So I was relieved when she said she wouldn’t be coming in today.

Good thing too. After the rough rehearsals we went through over the last week on top of the tighter security and restrictions at Spider-Society HQ, I needed a break. After Miguel and I talked last week, we’d made an effort to set aside time for us to recharge, whether it be watching a movie, going out to dinner, or just finding a nice quiet place somewhere and talking. Depending how late it got, we’d spend the night together.

As a failsafe, Lyla would continue to monitor any criminal activity in Nueva York. Depending if it wasn’t too serious, Lyla would dispatch another Spider that was familiar with the city to handle it or notify the Private Eye, but if it was absolutely necessary for Miguel to intervene, he’d quickly dimension hop over to handle the situation before coming right back, just like he promised. Pride would swell through me whenever I’d help him get resettled and coax him back to sleep, feeling him relax as we held one another, my hand massaging his scalp.

The other night, I slept over at Miguel’s place in his dimension after we spent hours ice skating at the Rockefeller Center. Last night, he spent the night with me at my place. We finally put that champagne bottle to use as he taught me how to make homemade empanadas, although I felt awful cause they came out a bit burnt, but Miguel still ate them regardless.

“No big deal,” He smiled with a wink, biting into it. “It just has a bit more crunch in it. It can be your specialty,”

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes, shoving him.

He laughed pulling me into his arms as he peppered my cheeks with kisses, his lips still stained with the remnants of beef. I could smell the beef and cheese on his breath as I giggled, the show playing in the background on TV long forgotten.

I desperately need this today, and deep down I hoped Miguel now realized that he needed it too. Not only was I going to make sure that Miguel got some actual sleep from now on, which I will boast and say that I hit the nail on that, but I also wanted him to get some rest, relax and just take a break. We’ll take the day slow, and figure out how to go about the day as we go.

I muffled a soft giggle as I heard Miguel snore, and I could have sworn drool was dripping out of the corner of his mouth on the pillow. I ran my fingers through his hair, brushing the strands out of the way of his face. I was happy to finally see him so. . . peaceful.

I pressed a gentle kiss to Miguel’s forehead before carefully untangling myself from his hold and slithered out of bed. I made sure to adjust and pull the covers back over top of him so Miguel was nice and snug before stepping away and getting dressed. I rummaged through my closet, finding a new set of clothes that I hadn’t worn, smiling at the memory of Miguel’s gaze as he checked me out for the first time.

That’s new, he had said, a smirk on his face. No matter how many times I remember that moment, my heart always flutters in my chest. Once I was changed, I quickly brushed my teeth, admiring the comfy leggings, black and white plaid shirt and hoodie.

I wanted to grab us some coffee, so I left a sticky note on the fridge for Miguel, telling him I was stepping out but that I’d be back in a few minutes, should he wake up before I get back.

“Stepping out to grab us coffee, I’ll be back in a flash! Help yourself to breakfast. <3”

Once I had gathered my bag with my wallet and keys, I left my apartment and exited the building. Spring was in full swing, a cool breeze in the air as I tugged my hoodie tighter around me. It was only a matter of time before it was summer.

Maybe I should write down some summer date ideas? Find a beach somewhere? Grab some ice cream?

The closer I walked to my local coffee shop, the more chilly it seemed to get. Did I get myself caught in an updraft in the wind and just didn’t notice? It was almost as if it were. . . following me.

I turned on the corner of the block, thinking the buildings would shield me from the breeze. But the wind always seemed to follow me. Almost like. . . no.

It couldn’t be that easy. But then again, it was like every time I left my apartment, there was a breeze in the air. Even on the days where the forecast never called for wind.

Now that I thought about it, I did pick up an odd scent in the air. Almost like I was catching the scent of a. . . horse? Which was odd because I hadn’t seen any NYPD officers on horseback in the last week.

Was it really that easy?

With a sigh, I diverted from my normal route and stepped into an alley. I made it a few steps forward before I felt the cool wind at my back and the faint scent of an animal. I stopped in my tracks, arms crossed over my chest.

How could I have been so blind?

“I know you’re both out there,” I spoke up. “No use in hiding anymore, so come on out,”

Silence followed, the wind seemed to go still. The faint sound of New York’s traffic tried to break it, but this silence was practically deafening as I glanced around. If that’s how they wanted to play it. . .

“Noir, Webslinger, I know it's you two following me around,” I called out.

Metal clatter followed.

There we go. . .

Slowly and almost shamefully, Spider-Man Noir and Webslinger, along with Widow, scaled down the side of the alley from the rooftops. They touched down on the ground, Noir reaching up to remove his hat to pay his respect. Webslinger quickly followed behind as Widow neighed softly, its muzzle twitching.

“We apologize for the deception, Miss Muse,” Webslinger was the first to speak up.

I glanced between the pair, holding my stare with them before I sighed softly, bowing my head. My arms slacked, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I nodded towards him. “At ease, gentlemen,”

My security detail.

They hesitated first, but relaxed as they both slipped their hats back on. Webslinger brushed a hand down Widow’s neck to calm her while Noir approached me. That breeze really did follow him everywhere he went.

“When did you realize it was us?” He asked.

“Just now, although I’m kicking myself for not realizing it sooner,” I managed a faint chuckle, laughing at myself before my lips lowered into a thin line as I met his stare. “Did Miguel send you? I left him a note,”

“We came of our own accord,” Webslinger answered as Widow trotted a few steps forward. “We run on a routine schedule. We only hold back when boss man tells us to,”

“Did he ask you to hang back last night?” I asked them, a genuine sense of curiosity flowing through me.

A part of me hoped they didn’t witness something so. . . private and intimate between the two of us. Thankfully, my prayer was answered as they both nodded their heads.

“Okay,” I nodded softly, hesitating briefly as I shuffled in place. “Um. . . thank you,”

“You’re welcome,” Noir nodded back. “So, where are you off to this fine morning?”

I sighed tiredly as I began to turn, “I was just popping out to get us some coffee,” My shoulders sagged as I glanced over towards them. “. . . Do you want anything?”

“Black coffee for me,” Noir raised a polite hand.

“I’ll have what he is having,” I could hear the grin on Webslinger’s voice behind his mask as he inclined his head towards Noi.

“So two black coffee’s,” I nodded before smirking over at Widow, “Sorry, Widow, I’d get you something, but I don’t anything there is safe for you to eat,”

Widow seemed to neigh in response, appearing visibly upset.

“That’s alright, Miss Muse,” Webslinger gently caressed Widow’s neck to calm her before patting his hand on a sack attached to his saddle. “Got plenty of snacks for them right there. Just me, they are plenty spoiled already,”

“Good, now, if you kind gentlemen can please wait for me back at the apartment?” I asked them, my eyes pleading. “I can handle a quick coffee run,”

“Well. . . alright,” After some hesitation, Noir nodded his head, fixing up the collar of his jacket. “But if something happens, don’t hesitate to call us,”

“I will,” I reassured them. I was about to leave the alley when I turned back suddenly, raising a hand. “Oh! Don’t wake up Miguel! I really want him to sleep in, and. . . I’m sorry Patrick, but I don’t think Widow will fit in the apartment,”

“We’ll figure that part out,” Noir nodded back at Webslinger before waving me off. “See you back at the apartment,”

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By the time I made it back to the apartment, I was carrying in a tray of four various coffee drinks, using my foot to carefully shut the door behind me as I entered the unit. Spider-Man Noir had used his impeccably picklocking skills to open my fire escape window and let himself and Webslinger inside. I found them both chilling on the couch and lounge chair, Webslinger leaning back while Noir was playing around with a rubix cube.

How would he be able to do it? Is he aware of what the other colours are?

Webslinger reassured me that Widow was safe and sound on the roof. He packed spare blankets for them to rest on and left out their snacks to keep them occupied. After handing them their drinks, I ushered them to stay silent before carrying Miguel’s drink and bringing it over to my room.

I pulled the curtain back, stepping inside before pulling it closed again. Miguel’s snores were softer and quieter than before, telling me he’d stir at any moment now. I crawled up onto the bed, sitting on my knees as I held his coffee with one hand, and with the other I gently shook him.

“Miguel?” I gently called his name.

Miguel began to stir, his snores coming to an abrupt halt. He moaned softly, slowly pushing himself to sit up. The covers fluttered down, revealing his muscle toned chest and abs as he lifted a hand to rub his eyes and brush down his face to wake him up. I willed myself to not trail my gaze down, and when he pulled his hand away from his face, I offered him the coffee.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” I greeted softly.

“Aw, mi Mona Lisa,” he mused tiredly as he carefully took the cup from my hand, sneaking in a quick sip of the drink. “Why didn’t you wake me? I would have loved to go with you,”

“I know that, but I wanted you to catch up on some much needed sleep,” I smiled at him.

“But what about our new little tradition?” He teased, giving me a look as he began to reach for me with his other hand. “I suppose we can go about it in a different order today,”

His movements were swift as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me near flush against him as his lips brushed over mine in a tired, deep kiss. Another one followed quickly after, his fingers curling along my back that made my legs weak. As much as I wanted to go along with this, I had to put a pin in it as I placed a hand on Miguel’s chest.

He caught the sign right away as he pulled back, his eyes searching mine out of concern. “What’s wrong?”

His affection left me with a goofy grin as I shook my head, “Nothing, it’s just. . .” I leaned closer, whispering in his ear. “We have guests,”

I pulled back, catching the look of confusion on his face. ‘Were you expecting company?’

‘We’re not in any danger,’ I reassured him through his mental connection, my hand caressing his cheek, ‘Get dressed and you’ll see for yourself,’

Miguel nodded, kissing the palm of my hand before I pulled away, climbing off the bed. I remerged back in the living room, shutting the curtain to give Miguel some privacy while he got ready. I leaned against the back of the couch, drinking my matcha tea latte, exchanging glances with Noir and Webslinger.

When Miguel did pop into the living room, he nearly dropped his coffee doing a double take as he caught sight of the other two Spiders. “H-Hey-!”

“Morning, boss,” Noir greeted him with a salute before returning to his rubix cube.

“When did you two get here?” Miguel asked them, coming to my side. “Where did you find her?”

“Oh, believe me when I say it, she found us,” Webslinger offered me a toast with his coffee before taking a sip, pulling back his mask.

Miguel glanced over at me with a surprised expression on his face.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I figured it out eventually,”

“I did tell you it would be Spiders you know,” He offered me a lazy grin.

“That you did,” I offered him a teasing side eye as I snuck in another sip of my coffee.

Hand at my hip, Miguel gently pulled me along as we walked around to the front of the couch and sat down, Noir adjusting his position to sit up and give the both of us space.

‘Where is Widow?’ Miguel asked me.

‘On the roof,’ I answered, his fingers gently squeezing my hip as I leaned against him. ‘Don’t worry, they’re alright,’

‘I wasn’t worried about that. They’re a tough one. It’s just. . .” Miguel paused, thinking how else to put it.

‘Miguel O’Hara, are you. . . are you really afraid of Widow?; I asked him, a wave of both shock and concern coursing through the bond. ‘Are you afraid of horses?’

Miguel offered me a side eye glance of his own as he hid his expression through taking another sip of his coffee. ‘No comment’.

Miguel cleared his throat, looking over towards the other two Spiders. “Anything to report back at HQ?”

“Not a thing, boss, all quiet,” Webslinger shook his head.

“That’s good to hear,” Miguel nodded.

“So Jess and the others have been managing alright dividing up the workload?” I asked him.

“Like a well oiled machine,” Webslinger praised, giving her a thumbs up.

“See Miguel?” I raised a teasing brow as I looked over at him.

Miguel matched my stare, rolling his eyes as he took one more sip of his coffee to hide his laughter. “I know, teamwork makes the dream work,”

“Exactly,” I gently nudged his side.

“Ya’ll are adorable,” I could hear the grin on Webslinger’s face as he observed us, sitting back in the lounge chair.

“You do not repeat a word of what you see in here,” Miguel narrowed his eyes towards him, although there certainly was a sense of warning in his tone, it was nothing actually threatening. Patrick O’Hara was a good guy. He wouldn’t tell.

“Cowpoke’s honor,” Webslinger placed his free hand over his heart.

I smirked at their antics, sneaking in another sip of my drink as I listened to them talk.

“I do have an update though,” Noir spoke up, setting his half completed rubix cube aside as he reached for his coffee. “From her young highness herself,”

“Princess Petra?” I immediately perked up, sitting up in my seat. “How is she?”

I hadn’t really heard from her at all since the increased security measures, and before that it was basically through word of mouth from Miguel and other Spiders about her condition. Pav had left me a message the other day saying that instead of imprisonment, Petra convinced her mother, the Queen, to give Isabella community service. To compromise for her misdeeds against the kingdom, they sounded like intense community service.

“She’s alright, actually, in pretty good spirits as of recently,” Noir spoke as he took a sip of his coffee, and when he noticed my curiously eager expression, he clarified. “I have bi-weekly talks with her over tea,”

That is shocking adorable.

“I never pegged you for a tea guy,” Webslinger teased.

“I didn’t either, but her highness makes a mean Earl Grey,” Noir nodded, the eyelets of his mask beaming with pride.

“So what’s the update?” I asked him.

“Because of all the tighter security now, for understandable reasons she can’t leave her dimension, so she asked me to relay a message to you,” Noir explained as he steered his gaze over towards Miguel.

“What’s the message?” Miguel sat up in his seat.

“Well you see, Petra’s mother, Queen Mysteria, is looking to host this big ball in the next little bit,” Noir recalled the young girl’s words as he leaned his arms against his knees, looking over at his boss. “She wishes to invite you and any other members of the ‘Society of Spiders’ as her guests of honor,”

“A ball?” My eyes widened in surprise as Miguel took a moment to process what Noir had said.

“She. . . really wants me to come?” he asked him.

“Those were her exact words,” Noir nodded his head. “She extended the invitation as a token of her thanks for ya’lls helps in bringing Isabella back home and saving their dimension,”

A ball. An actual fairy tale ball? Like with ball gowns, live orchestra music, food, and dancing?

My eyes poured into Miguel’s as I looked up at him, hands huddled close to my chest as I gave him the best puppy dog look I could muster. “Can we please go?”

I could see the look Miguel gave me, how my pleading was ever so slowly chipping away at his defenses. He offered me a sincere look, smiling softly with a shake of his head before looking back over to Noir. “Did she say when the ball is happening?”

“It’s still in the planning stages. From the sounds of things, it may not be happening for another few weeks, but she wanted to get the invitation out sooner rather than later,” Noir explained.

Miguel glanced back towards me, my puppy dog eyes nowhere near faltering. Miguel sighed, smirking as he wrapped an arm around me. “Alright, alright, Deja de parecer tan linda. If things calm down by then, I’ll think about it,” - Stop looking so cute

“Yes!” I cheered, hugging him so hard we both nearly spilled our coffee.

“I’m only thinking about it,” He rolled his eyes at me.

“But you’re thinking about saying yes!” I grinned.

“Don’t patronize me,” He snickered.

Spider-Man Noir and Webslinger exchanged a look between each other, nodding their heads. They both stood up from their respective seats as Webslinger spoke up. “You’ll be alright taking things from here, boss?”

Miguel looked over towards them and offered them a thankful nod. “Yes, I’ll take it from here,”

“If you ever need backup, just give us a shout,” Noir nodded before both he and Webslinger tipped their hats to me in farewell. “Later Muse,”

“See you around guys,” I smiled, waving at them as I saw them off through the fire escape.

I could hear Widow’s faint neighing before the ‘WHOOSH’ of a portal opening up on the roof of the apartment as the pair took their leave. Once I knew that they were gone, I shut the window. I backed away from the window and right into Miguel who wrapped his strong arms around me, hugging me from behind and kept me huddled close to him.

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” he asked me, his gaze lingering down my form.

My cheeks flushed at the look he gave me, as I recalled the similar look he had the night last week when he first spent the night here after our talk. The way his gaze seemed to admire me. Just. . . me.

Is it really that good?

“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “Maybe we’ll just play it by ear today?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Miguel smiled down at me before he pulled back and carefully scooped me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style back to the couch. “Now, where were we before you informed me of our surprise guests?”

“I believe you were saying something about a tradition?” I teased him with a grin.

Miguel laughed as he sat down, keeping me sitting on his lap while gently laying me against a pillow at the edge of the couch, “Now, now, mi Mona Lisa, what did I say about patronizing me?”

I giggled softly at his reaction as butterflies fluttered in my stomach. He leaned in closer towards me, capturing my lips with his. His hand caressed the side of my face, sliding up to curl his fingers into my hair as he deepened the kiss.

Suddenly I heard my phone vibrate. Once, then twice. Miguel pulled away, studying my face. “You’re getting that?”

I reached over for my phone, checking the lock screen. It was a text message from my mom.

“All packed and ready to fly out tomorrow!” - Mom

“Any snacks you want me to bring you from home?” - Mom

I thought about it for a moment, my lips tingling from Miguel’s affection. “Hmmm,” My eyes suddenly sparked as I set the phone down and looked back towards Miguel and reached for him. “It can wait,”

He grinned as I gently pulled him back down, pressing my lips against his and he repaid me in kind. I needed this today. I didn’t care how long we stayed there, I felt like I had all the time in the world.

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Earth - 1997

Harry stood before the gateway of the collider, allowing him a windowed preview of their next target, the next phase into his plan. A vibrant city, filled with the familiar sounds of rush hour, bright lights and a beautiful skyline. It looked so much like his own New York City.

Dr. Octavious emerged at his side, “Harry, everything is near completion. We may proceed with the first phase as early as tomorrow night,”

“Excellent,” Harry grinned as he glanced down at a datapad that held statistics and other information regarding the dimension that he was seeing through the collider.

Earth-1218.

“It is almost time to take the stage, Spider-Muse,” Harry’s voice was playfully menacing as one by one, other members of his cause emerged behind him, also staring out into the dimensional window. “I hope you’ll be ready for our performance,”

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temporarypenintraining · 1 year

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More Tea Shop AU changes!

Day of the Departed: -Lloyd is with Mystake during this episode but other than that the plot is basically the same. (Ignore the fact that the time difference would mean the Yin/Yang eclipse happened way earlier. This is Ninjago, we don't care about timeline here.)

Season 7: -Lloyd has no "Master in Training" arc (he also never got Garm's robes because that was just weird in general). -Instead, Cole serves as the leader throughout the entire series and he's the one to achieve the rank of Master after this season. -Obviously the season isn't really Lloyd-focused so it doesn't change all that much, except Mystake is involved a bit in the attempts to reverse Wu's ageing (unfortunately she is out of Yesterday's Tea and by the time she gets some, he's already been reversed and lost in time).

Season 8: -HO BOY THIS IS WHERE THE FUN STARTS -So it starts out pretty much the same, with the Ninja getting hired to protect the royal family against this spooky new "Sons of Garmadon" threat. -Lloyd finds out that they're after the Oni masks and immediately goes to contact Mystake, since she's, y'know, one of the original Oni warlords who owned the masks (my money's on either Decer or Ha-eed), but she's oh-so-conveniently absent from the shop. It's not a huge deal, since she's a cryptic old demon lady who does what she wants, but it's definitely unfortunate timing. -We actually reveal that Mr E is Echo (they only didn't in canon because there was already so much new lore, but since Lloyd already knows about his Oni/Dragon heritage we have time for some Zane/Echo angst). -The season goes normally until, of course, the scene where Lloyd and Harumi go to retrieve the Mask of Hatred. Since Lloyd's heritage is common knowledge by now, there's no "how did you know I was part Oni?" stuff (unclear whether or not the other Ninja figure it out). Instead, they get the mask and get out, but are then promptly "captured" by the Sons of Garmadon. Lloyd is pitching escape plans, which Harumi vetoes, and once they're approaching the Temple of Resurrection or whatever, she reveals her identity as the Quiet One and begins the resurrection ceremony (I'm gonna cut the hair thing because it really didn't make sense). -Resurrection stuff is happening, Harumi's screaming into a portal, the Ninja are trying to stop the ceremony, Mystake chooses now to conveniently come back and help, they stop the ceremony but obviously not fast enough. -Party at Laughy's, Mystake is also here and she takes Misako's place in that whole "hey, this sucks but don't let it ruin you as a person" conversation. -Anyway of course Lloyd does not listen because we have to have a dramatic fight scene where his soul and body are crushed. It's a lot closer of a fight because Lloyd is perfectly capable of accessing his Oni form so there's a LOT of damage done before Garmadon inevitably wins and takes over Ninjago and "kills" the Ninja and stuff.

Season 9: -I lied, THIS is where the fun starts. -Lloyd is a broken mess, his friends are dead and he has no idea where Mystake is or if she's alive, he's powerless and just trying to make it through the next day. Typical Lloyd stuff. -The only thing that gives him any hope is when they find Mystake again with the rest of the Resistance, although there's a pretty heated conversation about maybe TELLING HIM before sending his friends to an unfamiliar realm with no preparation and no clear way of getting home. -Did Mystake send the to the First Realm specifically so they could free the Hunters from their tyrannical ruler? Who knows? Maybe. -The biggest difference from canon is that, upon finding out that Mystake didn't survive her encounter with Garmadon, Lloyd discovers that while his green power still isn't working, his Oni form is back to normal. How does he discover this? By going absolutely apeshit on Garmadon's forces. -Harumi's dead, Mystake's dead, Garmadon is pissed because that's his daughter figure and Lloyd is pissed because that's his mother/grandmother figure. Now there's two Oni beating eachother's asses on top of Borg Tower and no one has any clue how to deal with them. -Eventually the Ninja find their way out of the First Realm, and Lloyd realizes that fighting his father is doing absolutely nothing and tries the whole "I cannot fight you, but I can resist you" thing (though not exactly the same way). Anyway part 3 coming in a sec.

#ninjago #ninjago au #Tea Shop AU #lloyd garmadon #garmadon #mystake

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the-wannabe-it-student · 10 months

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Hi! I’m also a 17 year old preparing for neet2024 and i wanted to ask you about how you cope with those days when you’re low on motivation or feel a lack of purpose or when the futuristic vision seems blur?? These things get to me so easily and i tend to give up earlier than I should.

Heyyy

Firstly, just know that everyone has their low days and it is okay.

But neet is an exam that requires you to be consistent and study even when you don't want to.

For me honestly, more than motivation, it's discipline. Obviously there are days when I feel tired and dont feel like studying, so on those days I try to practice questions rather than studying theory.

When you feel hopeless or as you said, your futuristic vision seems blur, try talking to someone. You should have a mentor who you trust blindly. That person can be anyone, your parent, teacher or sibling.

Ek chiz mere teacher kehte hai ki koi bhi chiz ka stress ho toh woh stress kisi aur ko dedo. Agar hopeless lag raha ho toh kisi ke saamne rant kar lo and you'll feel light because you don't have time to waste on overthinking.

Lastly, NOT EVERYDAY IS THE SAME. YOUR BEST TODAY WILL NOT MATCH YOUR BEST YESTERDAY BUT IT IS OKAY!!!

Hope it helps

All the best competitor!

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ranveer--singh · 1 year

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The nights are tasteless without you: Part 13 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - Sorry for not posting in ages, work and personal life got in the way but here is the next installment.

It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari arrived at the college the next day with a spring in his step. He was whistling a Bollywood song as he walked into the staff room. August and Sy saw him first wondering what got Ari so overjoyed.

"Hey dude, I see you're feeling better. Andrew told us you were sick yesterday," Sy said, patting Ari on the back.

"I had food poisoning yesterday, a much needed rest and I am back to normal," Ari said walking over to the coffee machine to make himself an espresso.

"That sounds rough man," Steve says, shaking Ari's hand and offering him a spoon for his coffee. Jenson walked over, headphones on, singing a song loudly making the teachers laugh. He didn't look where he was going, and bumped into Ari, coffee spilling onto Ari's shirt.

"Oh crap, sorry man," Jensen said, taking his headphones off. Ari cursed, walking to the locker, where he kept a spare shirt. He discarded his shirt, the others gasping as they saw Ari's back covered in hickies and scratches.

Everyone cheered, whistling, going towards Ari and congratulating him for getting with an Indian girl.

"Dude, I see why you needed yesterday off," August said, winking at Ari. Ari blushed, looking down to see bruises, hickies and scratches all over him. He felt shy, but also proud of what they got up to yesterday.

"Shhh," Ari said, slipping on the clean shirt, writing a note to get the other shirt dry cleaned.

"Ari got laid," Frank and Colin sang, making Ari blush.

"Guys stop it, we are not school kids. We are adults," Ari said, so happy to see Andy coming over. They hugged one another as the other professors were leaving to go teach. Ari and Andy had another free lesson so they went down to the canteen to grab some food and talk.

“Thanks for covering for me man, I appreciate it,” Ari said, grabbing some paratha and chai to eat for breakfast while Andy just got a strong coffee to drink.

“You’re welcome, was everything ok,” Andy said, hiding his yawn.

“Yes,” Ari said blushing, making Andy quirk an eyebrow at him.

“What happened,” Andy said, curious as to what was going on while they sat down to eat.

“We had some fun that’s all,” Ari said smirking, making Andy chuckle inbetween yawns.

“Oh ho Romeo,” he said, yawning once again.

“Everything ok with you buddy,” Ari asked, seeing Andy rub his eyes, yawning out loud.

*Flashback*

Y/N had arrived home from work earlier than normal, she made dinner, lit some candles and went to get ready in a nice olive green dress showing off all her curves. Andy arrived home 20 minutes later, smiling to see his wife home before him for one. She walked up to him, taking his jacket off and putting it and his bag on the table. Y/N leaned up on her tiptoes, brushing her fingers through his luscious locks, their nose touching every so slightly before she slowly leaned in to kiss his lips.

The kiss got deeper, her fingers raked into his hair, his arms wrapped around her body. Moans escaped the room, the room getting warm from their bodies. Y/N leaned away from the kiss, biting her lip just staring at Andy before moving closer as she started to unbutton his shirt and take it off him.

“I love you,” she said, kissing his chest while fumbling with the buckle belt trying to open it. She finally got it open and opened the trousers to push down. Y/N stopped, moving away to slip the dress off and throw it on the floor before moving closer to Andy and kissing him once again.

“Let's make a baby, I am ready,” she whispered letting the dick enter her pussy, she grinded on him, feeling the friction between the two. Andy a few seconds later, yawned, stopping her.

“Stop for a second honey, I’m tired,” he said, slowly slipping out of her.

“What the hell Andrew,” she said angrily, he just slipped out of her while she was grinding on him.

“Honey, I have had a long day at work. I just want a shower, eat and then go to bed,” he said, seeing Y/N grit her teeth and look at him angrily.

“What the hell, you know tonight we are trying for a baby,” she said, really annoyed at him.

“Things change ok, we can try tomorrow,” he said, moving away to the kitchen. Y/N threw his clothes at him and started to scream.

“You need to calm down, woman,” Andy said, gritting his teeth at her. It had been a long day at work and he wasn’t in the mood.

“You knew about this for weeks Andrew, for god sake i am ovulating,” Y/N shouted.

“I know that Y/N, but I am not a machine. We will try for a baby on the weekend when we both relaxed,” he said looking at her, getting more angry and throwing a glass his way.

“So now it’s the weekend. Andrew, do you even want a baby with me,” she said, falling onto the floor crying into her hands. Andy sighed, moving towards her. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her body, letting her cry it out in his chest. In a few minutes the crying stopped and Andy carried her bridal style upstairs, changing into pajamas and tucking her into bed. He kissed her head, shutting the door behind and walking down to eat and watch some tv.

*End flashback*

Andy sighed, yawning as he looked at Ari not sure how to tell him. He took few gulps of his coffee before speaking,

“Y/N and I have been trying for a baby for the last 6 months. It has been difficult for us, with all the trying and following her schedule it hasn’t worked,” he said, feeling a pit in his stomach.

“I am sorry pal, is there anything you can do,” Ari asked looking at Andy putting his hands through his hair, feeling frustrated.

“We have seen a few doctors, taken some tests and followed everything they said. Nothing works and yesterday we had a fight where I couldn't even be in the same room as her so I slept on the couch,” Andy said, sighing, rubbing his eyes downing the last part of his coffee.

“Sorry man, that sounds rough. Is there anything I can do to help?” Ari said, looking at Andy yawning, moving his head from side to side.

“Thanks for listening, I’m not sure there is anything else anyone can do” Andy said, rubbing the creak of his neck as it was stiff from sleeping on the couch.

“Andy, look I don’t know if this will help but my best friend back home is a top obstetrician. I can get in contact with him and ask to speak to you both. You don't have to say yes right away, but think it over with Y/N," Ari said, hearing the bell ring, time for his first class of the day.

“Thank you Ari, let me talk it through with Y/N and then get back to you,” Andy said, hugging Ari as they both got up, putting their stuff in the bins before heading to their classes.

#chris evans #ari levinson #ari levinson x poc #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson imagine #andy barber imagine #andy barber x wife reader #andy barber x desi reader #andy barber x y/n #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x indian reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader

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lumenflowered · 4 months

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I have... much to read over from earlier in the day. I do believe Adeline would have informed me if there was anything particularly pressing... and did, on one occasion... still.

A part of me cannot believe that it is over. That it is done.

...If nothing else, the city is... less overwhelming than it typically is, in the wake of everything. I can spend the night here without issue.

I... have quite a lot to think about. Particularly what Ho-oh said.

Today, I do not know that I would consider myself to be a good person. I would tentatively consider myself to be a better one than I was yesterday, and that...

That, I suppose, is all that any of us can do.

#ooc: and that's a wrap on the firebird arc!#ooc: hope y'all had as much fun with it as I did :)#firebird arc #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl

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lostinfantasyworlds · 2 years

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👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Eeee this is perfect timing, anon! I was actually planning to share this yesterday today anyways, because I know I kind of fell off the face of the earth (writing-wise) after finishing UTNL back in February, and I've been dying to get back to it. So thank you for the opportunity 😁 💕

I have a few WIPs right now, but the main one I've been focusing on is a story that I actually started writing a little over a year ago! It's one of those situations where I wrote a few thousand words on a whim, had the plot and backstory mostly planned out, thought it would just be a long oneshot...but then once I started fleshing it out, it grew far beyond what I originally planned. Now I've got 11 chapters mapped out, and currently have 25-30k words written (which is probably less than half of what the final word count will end up being😅).

I'm going to put the summary and current list of tags here, and then will include more background info plus a small snippet below the cut for anyone who might be interested! ✨

Rating: E

Summary: When Kagome Higurashi returned to her family’s vacation home the summer after graduating high school, she never expected to be reunited with Inuyasha, her former best friend who disappeared from her life five years earlier. Now all grown up, their attempts to rekindle their childhood friendship are complicated by physical attraction, building on memories of preteen crushes and a “pretty much perfect” first kiss. After a summer of fun that blurs the lines between friendship, sex, and love, how will they fare when it comes time to leave for college on opposite sides of the country?

Tags: Friends to lovers, childhood best friends, 90s/early 2000s nostalgia, Maine, reconnecting, friendship, fireworks, underage drinking, sexual tension, friends with benefits, summer romance, first time, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, college, light angst, angst with a happy ending

A little bit of background:

The main inspiration for this story comes from the summers I spent in Maine as a kid. I would go stay at my grandparent's cottage, located in a super tiny town on a secluded oceanfront street. There were a handful of other homes on the road that were usually rented by the same families, so all of us kids would get together and play every year. I never had any kind of romance or even as close a friendship as is portrayed in this story, but I figured it could definitely happen (along the line of kids who make lifelong friends at summer camp)

An important part of this story is that Inuyasha and Kagome grew up during a similar time frame I did, when technology was only just starting to become integrated into everyone's lives. So the first chapter is set in 2008, when they are 18, and the story then spans across several years (with plenty of references/flashbacks to growing up in the 90s along the way)

Normally, the key driving force behind childhood-best-friends-to-lovers stories is both of them thinking that the other only sees them as a friend/sibling figure, which leads to hardcore pining until they realize they actually both feel the same. Which I freaking LOVE. I will read 10000 stories exactly like that and eat it up every single time. But I wondered what would happen if both characters knew (at least on some level) that they share some kind of romantic feelings for each other, but there is something else keeping them from being in a committed romantic relationship

The idea behind the title, as well as the other inspiration for this story, is that I wanted to explore a scenario where Kagome and Inuyasha happened to be each other's firsts for several romantic milestones (first crush, first kiss, first time having sex), but still have plenty of other experiences with other people and don't get actually together until later on in life (despite being in love)

I actually didn't discover this song until I was pretty far along in the writing process, but it's uncanny how perfectly the lyrics of 2002 by Anne Marie fit with this story! (Yes, there will be a playlist for this fic)

And finally, a small snippet! (This is not even the part I wanted to share, but when I tell you that words have not been my friend lately... 😑. I sat there and struggled to edit a piece of one of the key scenes into something I felt comfortable posting, but after two days I finally decided to just give up for now and share a rough part of a random flirty scene that I hope you still enjoy!)

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Carrying their ice cream back to where Inuyasha was leaning against the counter, Kagome immediately noticed that he seemed even grumpier than usual with his eyes narrowed, arms crossed, and jaw set. He had been in a pretty good mood when they first arrived, so the sudden change certainly threw her for a loop.

“What’s your problem?” she asked in a casual manner as she held out his cone. He took it with a mumbled thanks before returning to glaring at the horizon and tapping his foot.

She waited patiently for him to answer while they began eating, watching him with eyebrows raised towards her hairline the entire time.

“You shouldn’t flirt with wolf demons like that,” he finally grumbled. “They aren’t exactly known for being overly respectful of women.”

“I wasn’t flirting.” Kagome rolled her eyes, torn between annoyance and amusement. “It’s called being friendly. Which I know is a foreign concept for you, but —”

Inuyasha cut her off with a quiet growl. “I’m just sayin’, it’d be pretty easy for him to get the wrong idea.”

“And what idea would that be?”

“I dunno…that you wanna follow him home and have his babies or something.”

“And what if that was the idea I wanted him to get?” Kagome challenged with a raised brow, having to press her lips together to keep from laughing at the look of pure shock and betrayal that lit up Inuyasha’s features.

“With that idiot?”

“How do you know he’s an idiot?”

“Because I — I can just tell.”

“Mhmm,” she hummed in mock contemplation. It was far too easy to mess with him. “Kinda sounds to me like you’re jealous…”

“What?” Inuyasha’s eyes briefly widened before looking away, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “I ain’t jealous…just think you could do better."

He was not jealous.

He also had not been watching the borderline sensual way Kagome’s tongue swirled around her ice cream cone to catch any drips that threatened to fall.

Which definitely did not inspire a slew of dirty thoughts revolving around what else she could do with her tongue.

Nope. None of those things were happening.

#inukag #inuyasha fanfiction #coming soon...ish #and by soonish I mean who knows😂#writers block has been a real bitch lately #the first and last #wip #ask #ask game #also I am aware that certain aspects of this plot are similar to utnl #sue me😂#also I can't tell you how many times I already rewrote just the fucking summary #I'm not kidding when I say words have not been my friend lately

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