#double upload today to make up for yesterday!

[flawlessstriker]

Balance

[lemonade4wanda]

Caring

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

Summary - when your not feeling your best and Wanda needs someone to care for.

Words - 1.3k

Warnings - NOT PROOFREAD, illness, fever, medication?

A/n - can you tell I'm ill rn?? Srry for disappearing for such a long time again life is a bitch to me rn. I wrote this in two sittings and did not proof read or draft this at all srry lol <3

A/n 2: this is my 3rd time trying to upload this properly I might die if it doesn't do it right this time

Last night, you'd felt the beginnings of some type of cold. A scratchy throat and ever blocked nose beginning to be the only things you could feel. Alas, you ignored the gut feeling that told you to skip training and instead continued on with an extensive two hour workout led by the one and only Steve Rogers. Once done with the workout and shower, you felt better, feeling like you'd kicked that illness and shown it who was boss.. This morning, however, was another story.

Your once vaguely sore throat was now on fire with pain. So dry, it felt like the Sahara. Your nose was nothing more than an accessory at this point, for no matter how much you blew it, stubbornly, it remained blocked. Your arms were in agony aching from the heavy workout yesterday, and you were so worn out that all you could do was lie in bed feeling sorry for yourself.

A few hours went by of you being propped up in bed sickly and barely awake. The sunlight peaked through the closed blinds, creating a small sunbeam onto the bed. If it weren't for the sunbeam, you'd have been still in complete darkness.

About lunchtime, there's a knock on the door, and the voice of the newest avenger sounds from behind it.

"Hey,.. I didn't see you at breakfast or at all for that matter. Are you okay?" Wanda. She'd barely been in the group a couple of months, and she was often quite reclusive despite your attempts to try and include her. However, it did make your heart warm that she was coming to check on you. The only one on the team to have noticed your absence and questioned it.

"I'm just feeling a bit under the weather today." You cough out a nasaly response to her question, a little unsure if she'll be able to hear your raspy voice through the door.

It's quiet for a few moments, and you assume she's left and begin to close your eyes, ready to doze again before your door opens and Wanda's head peers round, looking out curiously. "Your room is nice." She remarks quietly in her Sokovian accent as she looks about, this resulting in a small tired smile from you with all the energy you could muster.

"I was just wondering if you need anything? Have you had any medication or food?" She questions almost immediately, taking your lack of response as an indicator she could come closer.

By the time her words register in your sleepy fever ridden brain, she's already stood above your bed about to put a cold palm adorned with shiny silver rings on your sweaty head. You have to resist the urge to squirm away when she does put her hand down as the cool temperature is such a shock to your body, the way the rings feel against your head is almost jarring and unatural. Not wanting the younger avenger to think you're weak for taking such a hit from the cold. A small smirk on her face as she notices you tense up from the cold feeling.

"You're burning up." She speaks as if this wasn't obvious information. "Pietro used to get like this as a child. I'll look after you." You look up raising a brow at the witch who was now smiling eagerly at you. She wasn't used to being alone, and taking care of you was a way to combat that, and you could really do with the help. Let's be real. Eventually, you manage a weak nod in response while she fluffs up the many pillows on your double bed.

"Friday, can you read y/n's temperature for me? Please." The please is quickly added on at the end as if worried the ai would be upset if she was anything but polite.

"Miss y/n's temperature is 39°c (102 Fahrenheit) in the range of a moderate fever. Drinking lots of water, applying cold compress or showering as well as rest and painkillers could be used to lower this."

A small groan sounds from you at the idea of doing any of these things, which all involve some amount of effort on your part. Wanda, however, seems almost ecstatic at the idea of treating you. Her usual withdrawn personality is gone as she fills up a large glass of water for you.

"I will get you some paracetamol and a cold towel for your head. And then a lemon drink my mother used to make when I was young." The witch lists out her plan step by step as if you were really taking any of it in.

"Sure thing, doctor." You splutter out as your head lolls against the headboard. Maybe it was the fever, but seeing Wanda like this, concerned and caring, was possibly making you burn up more. She giggles softly at the comment and leaves the room to let you sip your water while she's gone. The water is heavenly, and it makes you wonder why you didn't think to get any yourself as you were now feeling like you hadn't drunk in days.

Wanda's return is much appreciated by you and shown with a dopey grin on your face. She smiles back as she places two chalky tablets down on the table alongside a homemade drink made of squeezed lemon juice, syrup, and ginger tea. Next, she places the cool compress onto your forhead, hence with you let out a loud sigh of relief, earning a toothy grin from the Sokovian woman.

"Now take the tablets and have your drink." She practically orders you like a mother.

"You're very bossy for someone so quiet." You mumble back but do exactly as she says, taking the tablets with your water, trying not to make a face at the taste of the tablets and drinking the homemade remedy she'd made for you.

"If I wasn't bossing you around, you'd still be lay on your bed, not taking that fever down."

"Touché." You roll over having given up on the argument you'd clearly not win in this state, something to be saved for when you were feeling better.

"That's it, huh? You gonna turn away because you don't enjoy me being right." She jokes. Despite how ill you felt, it was nice to see another side to Wanda. A warmer more inviting side to her.

"No.. I want you to sit with me." You say without thinking. And for a moment, Wanda was glad you'd turned away so you couldn't see her blushed cheeks. You'd invited her into your bed. To be close to her. It's what you wanted. Now was definitely not the time to say she'd dreamed about a time like this, not with you in your state.

"Sure, I'll sit with you, sweetheart." The nickname makes your sick heart flutter even though she probably meant it fully platonically. Well, at least that's what you thought.

The bed dips, and Wanda is sat next to you, her head resting in the headboard as she gazes down at you. You in your half asleep fever state, rest your head on her lap and your arms around her legs. Wanda is for a moment startled by the movements and a little flustered but quickly recovers into trying to soothe your sick self to sleep. Her fingers made their way into your hair, gently massaging small patterns and brushing through it with her painted fingernails. All the while, she hums old lullabies, which all help lull you into a deep still sleep.

"Sleep well, milaya devochka."

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fae!king jace with a mortal spouse | soulmates!au

sorry for the lack of upload yesterday i wasnt feeling well but i hope a double posting today makes up for it ! this will get a oneshot at some point to give you some more context but for now have this :3

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after the two of you got over your, indifferences?, you got along very well. way too well infact. despite your rough start you two were attached at the hip. the people adored you much to your surprise, it made sense seeing as they adored him it would only be right despite your mortality they loved you as well. he spoiled you rotten, the finest drapes and silks were the only things you could wear and you could barely raise a finger before he rushed over to ask you what you needed. it was nice at first but when you couldn’t do anything on your own without him or a guard breathing down your neck you had to sit down and tell him off. he confessed he’s afraid, you’re human and he’s bound to live forever, hes afraid of hurting you or something horrible happening to you. you assure him you’ll be alright and he doesn’t need to worry so much, it warms your heart to see how much he clearly cared about you. he’s more than happy to accompany you on your trips to the mortal realm, despite his busy there being finished he loved to see how much you clearly adored the little town you used to live in, seeing your small family for dinner as you come up with some elaborate lie of what you’ve been doing while you’re gone. your family also loves him, hes kind, charming and handsome whats not to like? especially since he spends so much of his time buttering up your mom and grandma they cant help but sing his praises to you much to your dismay.

it was practically impossible for the two of you to keep your hands off each other. the soul bound connection the two of you share making the intimacy and lust burn in ways you’ve never felt. he took you anytime and anywhere he could. no place in the castle was off limits, the maids grew to understand this and gained keener ears to be able to not disturb you. he sees nothing wrong with it, he is in a desperate need for heirs and you’re not complaining. he’s bigger than most men well all of him is bigger than you but it certainly took some stretching and prep before he could even put that thing near you. he has a habit of licking your neck while hes rutting inside of you, you dont get it but it seems to make him happy and it feels way to good for you to complain, its like his salavia is laced with fire that makes you ache and whine. sometimes when you’re sitting next to each other in public he’ll wiggle his tail your way and tease you the whole time you’re there to the point he mockly turns to your heated and sweaty and asks you whats wrong. he knows whats wrong, and he tries so hard to suppress his grin.

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 (𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐨) 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Re-upload of an old piece I did for two collabs (chubby chasers collab by @/kyovtani & stay soft collab by @/touyaspeach). [NSFW-18+]. Minors and ageless blogs dni (I will block you)

Mirko sends you a picture of her at the gym & you get a bit self conscious. She reminds you that you'll always be her petty girl. [AO3]

The gym is eerily silent this morning. The usual buzz of people working out is replaced by the clattering of keyboard keys as the receptionist, Akira oversees the administration. She’s grateful for the silence but can't help but wonder why she's having such a slow start today. She stares at the empty studio,furrowing her brows she quickly dismisses her thoughts as she sifts through her emails.

Her tranquillity is soon interrupted by beeping from the revolving doors - indicating someone's just checked in. Akira looks up from her computer to see Japan's 5th hero - Mirko.

"Good morning, Mirko!" she greets excitedly.

"Sorry for the confusion but I thought you'd be in for your regular 3 o'clock session? “ Akira apologises checking her profile on the system.

"Hi hun sorry it must've slipped my mind I meant to call yesterday and reschedule.I have to attend that stupid hero gala today.” Mirko sighs as she tucks her membership card in her bag.

Oh, the hero gala! that explains why anyone isn't here. They’re getting ready, Akira thinks.

"No problem at all, I hope you enjoy the gala!"

"Thank you hun, but it's a big waste of time. I’d rather spend my time working and getting stronger. I mean who wants to be interviewed by people who just want to get under your skin?"

Akira acknowledges Rumi by nodding.

"Sorry you have to deal with the press being so rude. Just know us civilians appreciate you - thank you for your service"

Rumi smiles in response and slips into the studio - she appreciates the comment but truly doesn't care about what the public thinks of her.

Mirko is tough and fierce, especially to the public eye. She has a brash demeanour and laughs in the face of danger. She’s a hero, it’s her job to save people not to impress them.

Rumi is fit, she follows a strict exercise routine every day with no expectations - even a stupid hero gala. Although she enjoys carrots, she tries to have a balanced diet - unlike the cliche she doesn't "eat like a rabbit"

Mirko starts doing some warmup exercises - she switches between the treadmill and spin bike for a while before moving on to the calf and leg machines - these ensure she doesn't get any cramps.

Her favourite and most vigorous part of her routine included bench presses and hip thrusts. She’d even put some men to shame with how easily she does it.

It may look like she isn't breaking a sweat, but her heart is racing. It makes her veins feel like they're on fire and leaves her a little breathless. The only other time she feels like this is with you, her sweet y/n.

Mirko swears she doesn't have a type. Looks are not important to her but she can't help but gravitate towards chubby people. She thinks they're all so unique - just like the stretch marks that adorn their soft skin.

Society is cruel but your weight doesn’t define how "attractive" or how "healthy" you are. Just like the saying: "The bigger the figure, the more I can love.” Rumi thinks knows being chubby just means there's more of you to love.

There's nothing more that Mirko loves than to pick you up, as if you weigh nothing, and look into your eyes. She's constantly teasing you - yet also reassuring you - that she can handle your weight. Her bench presses, hip thrusts and lifts are double or sometimes triple what you weigh. If only you could see yourself from her perspective. Maybe then you'd understand how stunning you are.

Rumi is only satisfied with her workout when she's drenched in sweat and her muscles ache. Before showering she snaps a picture to send to you. Her left hand is up showing off her muscles and her abs are on full display. The sweat is still trickling down her toned body and her gym outfit - that she designed - hugs her in all the right places.

She sends you the picture saying "See something you like, baby bun? 😏😉"

The sunlight streams through your slightly parted curtain and illuminates your shared bedroomp. Rolling over to Rumi's side of the bed you sigh at the empty space. You move the pillows and blankets aside to locate your phone. Ignoring all your other notifications you smile seeing a message from Rumi.

Opening it you try typing a reply but can't form coherent sentences. You wake up, sit at the edge of the bed and stare at the picture of your gorgeous girlfriend and simply reply with a string of emojis 😍😍😍🥵🥵🥵

The longer you stare at the picture you realise it makes you feel a bit anxious and insecure. Rumi has an athletic body and a lot of muscle. You know you shouldn't compare your body type because all bodies are good bodies but you start to feel ashamed about your physique.

You don't have toned abs - instead, you have a plump tummy. Your thighs stick together and are covered in stretch marks and cellulite. Your arms aren't muscular at all; they're a bit flabby. You have back rolls and love handles. You don't have a perfect figure with big boobs or a fat ass - you don't fit the ideal description of being "curvy.” You have body hair, which is something natural, yet society is disgusted by it.

Dating Rumi feels magical and surreal. The only difficult things were dealing with the public and your own insecure thoughts. You try not to let the comments get to you, but some are so harsh.

Things like:

"Oh, so you're a hero huh? I thought the Commission was strict about training?"

"What makes you think you're cut out to be a hero, especially with Mirko? Can you even keep up with her? Didn’t think she'd be into someone bigger than her”

“ I'm pretty sure she said she doesn't need a sidekick especially not someone as useless as you"

"You're not exactly that 'graceful' why don't you pursue something else. Something more suitable for someone of your form?"

People have always doubted you. They’ve always questioned if you were cut out to be a hero. People have made you feel so different and alienated all because of your weight. You feel the hot tears stream down your cheeks. Using the back of your hand you try to wipe them away.

As if on cue Rumi comes home and due to her acute hearing from her quirk, she hears your sobs from the front door.

She drops her bag, slams the door and sprints towards your bedroom hoping you're not in danger. She's ready to pounce on the villain - fists clenched and teeth bared- but instead sees you. She takes a moment to gather herself before calmly making her way to your crying figure.

"Hey baby bun everything is alright" she assures.

She can be so soft and caring - a real 360 from what she was moments ago. Grabbing the tissues and water bottle from the bedside table she hops on the bed and sits next to you

"N-N-No it's not" you stutter, shaking and trying to hold back tears.

Rumi shushes you as she wipes your tears away. She holds the water bottle and helps you drink as well as take deep breaths in sync with hers until you're able to calm down. She holds you against her chest - you can hear her heart racing.

"Who made my baby bun upset?" Rumi asks as her ears and voice drop in pure concern.

"Me... I made myself upset" you admit.

"It's just…" you trail off avoiding eye contact

"Why do you love me? I'm not fit like you, I'm just me I'm fat -"

"HEY that's enough! “Rumi cuts you off.

"I didn't mean to startle you but you're fucking perfect! “ she exclaims

She feels her heart break into a million pieces. How long have you been keeping all this inside? Why haven't you told her - if someone was bothering you, they'd be dead because no one's hurting what's precious to Mirko.

Rumi has an idea, and her ears shoot up.

"Wait a minute I can show you! Come here bun" Rumi gestures for you to sit at the edge of the bed.

You don't know what she's up to but follow her regardless. She opens the closet door and you're met with the full body mirror inside.Immediately you look away and try to hide your dishevelled appearance.

"Come on my pretty girl, don’t hide from me, wanna see your cute face" Rumi says, making you look in the mirror.

"You know what I see when I look into the mirror? The most gorgeous girl in the world. You’re a cutie - a soft and cuddly one too. Being chubby doesn't mean you're greedy, ugly, or out of shape bunny. I love you just the way you are, and I'll always love you for you. I’ll do anything to make you realise that you are perfect just the way you are." Rumi says.

"You really think so" you sniffle looking up at her with teary eyes.

"Of course, baby. I mean every word! But you know what they say, actions speak louder than words. Let me show you what I love about you.“

Rumi tilts your chin up so you're looking at her.

"First off all I love all of you. Every single inch of you. Let's start from up her" Rumi kisses your forehead.

"You are so smart, talented,creative and so strong. I know your brain can be a meanie sometimes but I'm going to Lunar kick all those negative thoughts away" - the two of you giggle.

Rumi cups your face in her hands - her rough palms contrast your soft face.

"You are stunning - mesmerising actually. Your eyes - even though they're a little red now- remind me of the prettiest gemstones. Your lips are soft,sweet and so kissable" Rumi says, placing her chapped lips against yours.

"And of course, who can forget these adorable cheeks" she says while teasingly pinching and squishing them.

There are no bad intentions behind her touches or words purely love and admiration.

"Rumi I -"

"Sweetheart I'm not done yet. I want to praise all of you from head to toe." Rumi cuts you off.

"Your arms are perfect. When you hug me or cuddle me-it makes me feel like I'm at home." Rumi says hugging you.

"You know it'd be better if you're naked." Rumi mumbles pulling away from the hug.

"RUMI DON'T BE SO BLUNT!" you squeal. You feel the blood warm up your cheeks and both of you giggle again.

You hesitated at first but then realised it's just Rumi - the only person you'd leave yourself so open. The only one you will allow you to see you so bare - not only your body but your soul.

She tugs at the hem of your - her- shirt and asks if she can remove it. She does the same to your bottoms. You agreed but only if she takes hers off as well. She does and it makes you clench your thighs together.

Positioning herself on the bed and in front of the mirror she gestures for you to straddle her toned thigh.

"I can't sit there ill -"

"You'll what? Hurt me or something? Think I can't handle it? “She chuckles.

"Come sit. Now. “she instructs.

You know better than to keep her waiting, so you try and hover over her thigh. Only for her to grip the curve of your hips and pull you onto her.

"I said sit not hover bun. I hope you don't try to do that if I ask you to sit on my face.“ Her tone is dangerously low and makes your tummy pool with heat.

"Look how good we look together," Rumi says. You can't focus - not when your soft body is pressed against her strong one. You’re already soaked, and she hasn't even touched you yet. You can't bring yourself to look at the mirror, so you nuzzle your head into her neck.

"You're even cuter when you're squirming. Didn't know that was possible ”she teases.

As you wiggle your hips your clit catches on her muscular thigh, and you stifle back a moan. She flexes her thigh in response.

“Not yet bun”

She holds you in place and turns you so face the mirror once again.

"Your body is perfect.Look at your boobs so what if they're not perky or even? Mine aren't either" Picking your hand up she places it on her boobs.

"And this tummy… where do I even begin. It's not disgusting -it helps keep you nourished. It’s got stretch marks on it and so does mine “she moves your hand down from her chest, along her abs and across her stretch marks.

"Rumi, you're stunning “you whisper. She stretches her fingers over yours and pulls your hand closer so she can hold it.

"So are you, baby. I wanna take care of you.Bun there's so much I have to say. I could go on for hours talking about the reasons I love you - not only your body but your mind ,your soul but right now… I just want to worship your body a little ”

Slipping away from you she kneels on the cool tiled floor and settles between your thighs. You’re flustered by her comments, but your eyes follow the way she moves.

When her fluffy ears tickle you, your sweet laughter fills your shared bedroom. Rumi finally lets go of your hand with a kiss as she massages your thighs.

"So soft, pillowy, absolutely stunning" She traces her fingertips along your stretch marks. She runs her hands along the soft chub of your hips and all the way down to your calves finally settling her hands back on your thighs.You shiver at her soft touches - it makes your body feel electrified.

"Mind if I mark 'em up a little?"

"Mmh" is all you can respond with

"I need words baby. Are you in the mood for this & want me to continue?"

"Y-yes it's okay"

"Good because the only time I want to see you crying again is when it's on my strap. Got it Princess?"

(a/n-the best line I've ever wrote in my whole writing career)

Before you can respond she starts softly kissing along your inner thighs.You place your hands in her hair making sure not to grip too tight or near the base of her ears - which are extra sensitive. Rumi sucks on your soft skin and smirks when the bruises blossom on your skin.

You grind against the edge of the bed and your grip tightens on her hair. Looking down you feel a sense of pride and belonging which fades into concern.

Fuck how am I going to cover them up before the gala? you pondered.

"Eyes on the mirror pretty. Want you to watch how you fall apart for me" Rumi requested.

She smirks, spreading your plush thighs apart. You prop yourself up on a pillow and on your elbows trying to follow Rumi's order to look in the mirror.

You feel overwhelmed - mind hazy with lust and embarrassment. You don't know where to look.

"C-can I look at you instead?"

Rumi gives you a hazy smile before running her fingers along your pretty pussy. She swears she loves all of you equally, but your pussy was something else. She loves the way she has to use all her fingers to spread your folds and mound just so she can see your clit.

She adores the way you flutter and clench around nothing - you're so cute and eager. She doesn't mind whether you shave but secretly finds it hot when you let it grow. She's not letting a little hair stop her from pleasing you.

Rumi knows how to pleasure a woman - she alternates kissing along your thighs and pussy. The anticipation makes you dizzy. As she teases you, you gasp and buck your hips towards her.

She uses the tip of her tongue to swirl around your throbbing clit. She feels it pulsing on her tongue and stops to edge you for a bit before flattening it and running it along your eager slit.

She feels so good it almost hurts - you feel a dull pain almost desperate to feel something. Rumi always makes sure you're dripping before easing a finger into you. She curls her fingers upwards, and it hits your sweet spot every time and uses her other hand to spread you open so she can lap at your clit

Even though your plush thighs are muffling her ears she can still hear you.Your shared bedroom that was recently filled with sobs and giggles is now filled with lewd moans and erratic breathing

"No cumming until you tell me what I want to hear," Mirko says, slowing her movements

"Please… Please Please" you beg feeling a flurry of butterflies in your tummy.

"No not that… I want you to say you're pretty"

"m pretty" you try to say but instead it comes out in a high pitched squeal

"Say it like you mean it or you're not going to cum" Rumi demands, completely stopping her actions.

"Fuck. Mmh sorry. I’m pretty. I’m pretty Mmh so pretty. Mmh Mirko's pretty girl" you blabber, unsure of what you're saying all you can think about is cumming.Arching your back and trying to hump Rumi’s fingers you cry out of desperation.

"That's a good girl. You are my pretty girl, don’t forget that. You can cum for me sweetheart" Rumi praises, lapping at your clit, pumping, and curling her fingers again

You feel your tummy tighten before cumming all over Rumi's fingers. Your eyes are shut, and the most angelic moans leaves your lips.

Your chest heaves and Rumi looms above you cooing about how proud she is of you. She takes a moment to appreciate your stunning body again as she licks her fingers.

"You think you can give one more pretty? “ Rumi asks, massaging your legs

Still trying to catch your breath you nod frantically - wanting to please your girlfriend.

Rumi's pussy is throbbing and drenched in her own arousal. All she can think about is pushing your thick thighs up so she can grind on your pretty pussy.

She holds your legs to your chest - digging her hand into the soft flesh. Feeling her pussy on yours makes both of you whimper. The two of you are so wet and desperate and you know you're not going to last long.

She may be smaller than you but thanks to her training she pins you down easily and humps you like a bunny in heat. Slipping her hand between the two of you and spreading your pussy open so you grind clit to clit with each other.

“Just like that bun.... there’s my good, pretty girl” she grits.

With each harsh thrust of her hips, it makes your tummy rolls and boobs jiggle. Rumi is truly mesmerised by your beauty. She keeps glancing up and down. Your eyes are shut in pure ecstasy and your tongue is lolled out of your mouth.

"S'pretty like this - all for me right Princess?"

"Mmh. M f'you Rumi. I'm y-your pretty girl."

"That's what I wanted to hear"

You continue rocking your bodies back and forth at an even more frantic pace.

"Faster pretty. Fuck just like that. ahh" Rumi curses.

The two of you cum hard and Rumi almost collapses on you. Catching herself she allows herself to gently lie on top of you. Bodies pressed together and drenched in sweat and with racing hearts, the two of you lay like this for a while.

You can't think straight at all - the room feels like it's spinning. You struggle to keep your eyes open and even out you’re breathing.

“One more alright. Just relax, I got it".

Rumi is full of energy - it’s her quirk or being a hero but she's got excellent stamina. Sex always ended up being multiple rounds with the sweetest aftercare.

Rumi goes to the bedside table and grabs her strap on and a bottle of lube - not that she needed it.

"Are you okay with this? “She asks while lubing up her strap.

Still basking in your afterglow and trying to come back to reality you reply with a meek "yes.” You can't see Rumi but hear the jingle of the buckles as she secures the strap on.

"Absolutely sure? Cause I really wanna fuck you against the mirror so you can see how pretty you are taking me "

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Something something, the beast saunters into the library and hears his captive frustratedly trying to pleasure herself, a smutty book cast to the side as she leans back onto his reading chair. And maybe his name slips out her mouth as she fingers herself. And maybe he peeks through the shelves and strokes himself as he watches her fingers desperately stretch herself to mimic his girth…

I had an out of state concert yesterday so I forgot to schedule an upload for Day 2 yesterday so I'm going to do a double upload today. Sorry everyone!

Here's the fic for Day Two :)

CW: obviously this fic contains smut and graphic depictions. It is intended for an 18+ audience

Belle was ecstatic when Beast showed her the library. There were more books than she could ever read there, and it was the one, singular room in the entire castle that she had found where there were no servants. Of course, if she called for them, they would come to her, but they did not come of their own accord, and there were none who resided inside the spacious library. She wondered for a moment if no one had been in here when the curse happened, so that was why no one was in here, but she had no idea. Not really.

One day, she had found what was described as a great love story. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she settled into the Beast's chair. She was content and happy, even. It surprised her how at home she had begun to feel here, in this place. Her prison. Pushing that thought to the side, she began to read her book. To her surprise, it quickly turned from a sweet romance to one of the dirtiest books she had ever even heard of.

Her cheeks flushed and her chest heaved as she continued reading. A burning in her core made her overly aware of just how long it had been since she had touched herself. The book was just so enticing. It was making her mouth water and her empty hole pulse and squeeze around nothing. Vaguely, she wondered how Beast would feel. He was so tall. So big. If it was proportional...

Her mind spiraled down as she kept reading, now imagining her and the Beast in the characters' places. When the Prince held the Princess down, stuffing his fingers into her virgin hole, Belle whimpered, bunching up her blue dress in her free fist. She was so needy and empty that it was making her so hot that she was ready to cry. Yet, she couldn't stop reading it.

Beast had asked everyone where his beautiful captive went, but no one seemed to know. After checking everywhere else, he knew that she had to be in the library. It was the last place he had to check, and while he was surprised she would be in there for so many hours without even coming out to eat, it wouldn't be completely unheard of for her. Maybe she had brought in a snack or a spot of tea to enjoy.

However, as he entered the library, he heard whimpering and moaning. His entire body froze as he listened intently to the sounds. What... was that? Curious, he hid amongst the bookshelves, making his way as silently as he could towards his reading chair, where he could now smell Belle. She smelled different, but he couldn't place why. Not at first.

"Beast, please," she whimpered, the sound of her trying to fit a third finger inside of her dripping hole filling the quiet room.

Her book tumbled from her hand as she gripped the arm of the chair, her legs spread to be able to have better access to herself. Beast watched from behind the shelves, his cock hardening. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he watched her pretend that he was fucking her. Using her pretty, wet hole for his own pleasure.

When she began pleading for him to go faster, her breathing hitching as she let go of the arm of the chair to begin playing with her clit, still stuffing her fingers inside of herself, he started stroking himself. His huge cock was straining in his pants before he took it out, slowly pumping his hand up and down as he watched the object of his obsession play with herself, the smell of her arousal almost overwhelming. He sped up when she started begging for him to cum inside of her, to make her his.

Fuck he thought as he clawed at the bookshelf, bucking his hips roughly against his hand, his knot swelling. How badly he wanted to give her what she was begging for.

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The Handy Dandy Posting Guide

Posting Guide

As hard as it is to believe, we are here: the opening of the Jaime x Brienne 2024 Fic Exchange collection! I know, I know, it feels like prompts went out yesterday. But it's okay if you aren't quite done yet--the posting window is two weeks, so there's still time!

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[firephoenix2305]

Me: FINALLY finishes writing Eternity chapter 15 (which somehow ended up at 11k words, but that's unrelated) and excitedly goes to Ao3, prepares it for upload, writes a super happy and cheerful note, writes the summary, etc...half an out of dedicated work later, clicks "preview" to check everything is in order and ready to post.

Ao3:

:(

Not today, I guess

Have the title and a little snippet in the meantime!! 👇🏼👇🏼

(link to the fic on pinned post)

CHAPTER 15 - TO MAKE A PACT WITH THE DEVIL

-An Eccles cake - Eleyn stated, appalled, staring unblinkingly at the contents of the linen basket Crowley and Aziraphale had brought back with them from the kitchen.

-An Eccles cake, yes - Aziraphale confirmed, equally as appalled - The one I didn't eat yesterday, I believe -

-A fucking Eccles cake - Crowley double confirmed, even more appalled.

- It seems like it - Muriel triple confirmed, more confused than appalled. She prodded the pastry with a finger. Nothing happened.

- And you’re sure there was nothing else in that kitchen? - God’s daughter asked, looking Crowley straight in the eyes - Nothing edible, at all? -

- Unless you count iron pots and forks as edible - the demon responded with a sarcastic hiss.

I'll post the full chapter as soon as Ao3 stops acting up, promise!!

<3

[fictarian]

Hobie x goth reader 👹

𝐇𝐢𝐦 <𝟑 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟕

ღ I’m actually so in love with goth aesthetic, so I will GLADLY do this request. A goth love interest for Hobie just sounds so fitting, since all the times that i’ve met a person with a love for goth, they were either really laid back and chill or absolutely HILARIOUS

ღ ALSO WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS IN A WEEK HELLO??? THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH YOU GUYS RAHHHH

ღ Expect a double upload today, since I have to make up for yesterday ‼️‼️

ღ I’ll either cook up something for the 100 follower special, or i’ll get requests from you guys so don’t you worry xo

ღ Anyways, here are some Hobie x GN Goth! Reader headcannons 😈

ღ I used this website to get a better grasp on the aesthetic, and it was actually a very interesting read so I highly recommend you check it out. Shout out to my goth pookies, you’re the coolest people on the planet, and often times, the funniest 🫶🏻

ღ Previous part can be found here !

• If your love language is receiving/giving gifts and words of affirmation, I could totally see the reader writing very heartfelt poems about his personality traits, physical appearance, or literally just anything about him and putting into words just how much those parts about him mean to you.

• You try and limit how much you write, but it’s literally Hobie you’re writing about. So it can’t be helped that you write a good 2-3 pages worth of validating and loving words.

• And EVERY single time Hobie reads a poem you gift him, it makes him fall head over heels for you all over again. And for the next couple of days, he stared at you with SUCH a intense stare , no matter if you guys were in public or in private. And if you really got Hobie in his feels, he would start writing an original song for you.

• And you would be the only one to hear it. You two would be cuddling your bed at around midnight, staring into each others eyes lovingly while Hobie quietly strummed his guitar and sang you your song. His voice would be so quiet and gentle, but it would also be laced with roughness like how he usually sings. You’d just be laying there, nearly brought to tears with how soft he was being around you. The moment would be so sweet and intimate and it just makes me BAWL.

• Something that the two of you share and bond over is each other’s sense of humor. Dark humor, to be exact. If one of you cracks a joke around the other and a group of people, they’d stare in horror from what they just heard while you two would be giggling and cracking up.

• If you were a spider person, you guys would make it a challenge to make jokes during a meeting between the spider people and Miguel WITHOUT laughing.

• These are the times when the jokes are the funniest and hit you guys harder, since you guys are both equally competitive and like to poke fun at one another. One time, you were brought to tears from how funny the jokes Hobie had whispered to you were but you just COULDN’t laugh, and that caused Hobie to nearly break and cackle as well.

• It had gotten so bad to the point that Miguel had to SEPARATE you both just so he could have your focus and so that you two didn’t distract anyone else.

• Of course, that didn’t stop you guys. You guys side eyed each other from across the room when Miguel’s back was turned, and that was the day you broke.

• Miguel sent you both out of the room when you couldn’t cease your giggling, and neither of you could breath for the next couple of minutes due to laughter. You couldn’t even get a word out, because that would only make you laugh harder and cause Hobie to do the same 😭✋

• Let’s be fr here, you would be a GOD at doing makeup. Eyeshadow and eyeliner to be specific. So much so that Hobie would request for you to do his, since he thinks his makeup job looks like SHIT compared to yours.

• He’d let you sit on his lap when you applied it, which was a huge mistake on his end.

• Hobie could NOT stop staring at you, even when you told him to close his eyes so that it would be easier for you to apply eyeshadow, eyeliner, WHATEVER you needed to do.

• He just couldn’t help himself. You were literally so close to him, and Hobie felt like he was looking at a god whenever he looked up at you. Sitting still and not grabbing you took all his willpower alone, but not being able to look at you in all your glory? You were asking for too much at that point.

• Not even when you were halfway done, Hobie just couldn’t take it any more. It’s not his fault you’re so damn gorgeous 🤦‍♀️

• After a couple of minutes, Hobie ended up with lipstick smudged on his lips and on parts of his face and could NOT be any happier. Vice versa with you, but it was also the day that you decided that you’d just teach him how you did your make up instead of doing it for him.

• Hobie was not having that though, and somehow convinced you to ‘do’ his make up the next time. And the time after that.

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[petra-creat0r]

Okay so the polls have determined I'm talking about LPS.

Tbh, I don't have a whole lot to talk about when it comes to my favorite little toys from the 2000s, especially since my collection is at home, but I do have a few things!

First is my favorites! Aka Creme (Angora Rabbit #2480) and Tytus! (Goat #1786). Creme I've had since I was a kid and was one of my first pets (along with the Rat #2481 she came with who I've since lost)

Them

There's also my girl, Sydney Petrovsky. I was gonna replace her before she quickly grew on me

Her neck spring or something is broke so her head sinks down, making her a little short and 9 year old me painted her with black oil paint that smugged her original markings a bit. All in all, she's a little roughed up but I say that adds to her character.

An example of how she should look is Sara, the replacement I forgot I ordered, who, while damaged, is still in a little better condition than Sydney.

Asides from my favs... I guess I gave Garrett, the pet I brought with me to work. Since my apron has a pocket, I've been bringing one of my pets with me every shift.

Gecko.

Edit: since this took me two days, Garrett was who I brought yesterday. Today was Alli

Honestly, LPS was one of my main hyperfixations as a kid. One of my mains before discovering Undertale and I frequented LPStube as much as I could back then. (Though oddly I never got into LPS Popular and still haven't watched it). I remember watching Cookieswirlc a good amount before they started making non LPS content. As well as a lot of skits and music videos. My friends and I would even make up a couple ourselves (though we didn't really have the resources to upload them, we could still record on my mom's camera and stuff.)

Because of this, I have a few old LPS series concepts. They're not all that good because I was like, nine. But I think it'd be interesting to revisit them sometime. The first series I can remember was Peter and Piper. Since I had a double of Monkey #485 (Likely because I somehow got one from my girlfriend considering she has one Squirrel #484 which came in a playset with the monkey).

The "plot" (if you could really call it that) of the series would be that the protagonist, Peter, played by one of the monkeys, had the power to... genderbend. Piper being his girl counterpart (played by the other monkey). Could I have executed this idea with just one monkey, likely. Was it a cringe idea especially considering modern times? Yes.

The other characters was a G4 Wolf (#3806) and a G3 Guinea Pig (#3299) who I don't recall the original names of, but whom I've since dubbed Lisa and Harvey. I also remember Lisa had ice powers, causing Harvey to sing Let It Go to annoy her. There was also something with the school mascot (because of course it was set at a high school) being a hybrid of a bunch of animals including like a tiger and a bear and a dragon I think.

I'm not sure how to adapt it, asides from probably making Peter a magical girl or something? (Also probably trans as I like that better than the gender bending thing)

The second show i had even less for. It was called Twins and stared Creme (my favorite Angora Rabbit from above) and another Angora I had at some point, a pink one with striped ears, #2132. (I've since lost this pet. Might've traded it with a friend)

It was about an evil mirror dimension. As a kid, I used to believe mirrors were actually viewing portals into other dimensions and the inhabitants were opposites of us or something. A pretty common trope but I think nine year old Lorrie actually believed it.

Tbh, the concept of the 2nd one would work better with doubles compared to Peter and Piper, which might be possible with just one pet.

Anyways, that's all I have on LPS for now, anyone has any questions about my thoughts on certain pets or even some series, then shoot me an ask.

[lifewithoutmeds]

may 20, 2023

journaling again! and read 20 pages of my new book this morning. and have done a lot of the things: run the vacuum, washed some dishes, light morning walk and work out, uploading and editing of some youtube content for my WIR, and awaiting its publishing.

today is day 7 of Andrew Huberman’s morning routine, coupled with weaning off of my depression meds, tripled with the most strict adherence i’ve had yet to my diet/exercise, that is, tracking my calories every week, and for the most part, being able to walk 15,000 steps, get 80 or more grams of protein, and having a caloric deficit. i suppose despite however sad i may have felt this week (and i did feel sad), at least i’m not double punishing myself for being lazy too. at least there’s a tiny bit less self loathing involved.

yesterday jadai texted and we went back and forth for a while, lovingly, caringly, and i wept and wept. i missed her, i loved her, but by the end of the day i felt rather tired and emptied of my tears, of my sorrow, of a lot of the sadness, actually. part of it was talking to nida and amir, not so much in that the talking itself helped, but in realizing how rather minuscule my issues are relatively. nida, who’s too busy to think/feel, amir, who’s just too sad to be able to truly empathize with my dumbass complaints. it was more in their lack of empathy that i kind of had to rethink the relative gravity of my complaints. also i was just physically seemingly of tears to cry.

so today feels better, despite yesterday crying at least on three separate occasions. i did all my things, as i mentioned. my am walk, my electrolyte water. reviewed my week while editing my youtube vid, and could see that i was making progress, or rather, i could see my efforts, and i felt something akin to pride that i had walked the walk and talked the talk for at least those seven days, and i had a video to prove it.

this weekend looks to be rather chill. i have a 5:00 p.m. scheduled happy hour with kendy and matt in santa monica at the Fig Restaurant, which we like, and for tomorrow i plan to hit up the montrose farmers market and see my mom for a bit. just a few hours of social activity and the rest for self-care, contemplating, and just .... working on whatever needs to be worked on, personally, whether that’s preparing for my upcoming camping trip, or trying to tidy a corner of my condo. maybe i should give a rating, occasionally, on my feelings?

Current Mood: 7

[scrub-slots]

i think potential update schedule I could do could be:

sunday - digital sylveon

wednesday- glorious guild

friday - imaginary dreamers/sometimes clones

and then kindling ashes and cafe kitte would be whenever (cafe kitte isn’t my blog specifically but since I work on it I figured I might as well mention it!)

[periwinckles]

The Train Back to twelve - Chapter 18

(This is mainly a Thelly fic but I know some of you only want to read the Everlark bits. That is why I'm uploading the everlark chapters simultaneously to another work as well, to those of you that want to be saved from the Thelly drama. Enjoy.)

Week 10 - Katniss

When I wake up, the bed is empty beside me, and I sit up with a jolt. I'm always scared when I wake up and I don't see him right away, but the noise coming from the kitchen is enough reassurance.

He can't help himself from getting up early, and he beats me to it most of the time, but I'm still terrified every single time I wake up and he's not there. Of course I don't tell him this. He has enough burdens to carry and baking for the district is one of the few things that keeps him going.

When I reach the kitchen, I lean into one of the cabinets and silently observe him. He has his back turned to me, several loaves of bread already set aside on the counter, and several more inside the oven. He's still working on something, but it's not bread. I know his kneading movements by heart and that's not what he's doing right now.

The oven dings and when he opens it the familiar scent makes my mouth water.

"You made cheese buns?"

He's startled by my voice but quickly turns to a smile.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

When I reach the counter I notice he has a tray set up, with a handful of berries I collected yesterday and some scrambled eggs sprinkled with rosemary. The plate is decorated with mustard flowers that he must have foraged close to Haymitch's backyard.

"The flowers are edible, I double checked your father's book. I know how particular you are with frivolous things." He tells me with a shy glance. Old Peeta would have smirked at this, maybe even given me a flirty wink. I need him to be back at his old self and sometimes I dare myself to believe he has. I told Dr Aurelius this the last time I talked to him and all he asked me was “Does it really matter if he never goes back to his old self? Are you going back to your old self?”

I guess not. But we still have this. Peeta making me cheese buns, like he used to.

"Is this for me? " I ask, but the answer is so obvious he doesn't bother to say it.

He finishes pouring the batter he was working with into a pan and placing it inside the oven.

"Is that a cake?" I ask curious as I try to catch a glimpse at the oven door.

"Yeah. Hum. Thom and Delly are coming for dinner tonight and I thought… Do you remember how last week he said he never tasted a birthday cake? I thought about making one for dessert today."

I smile at his thoughtfulness, and I am sure Delly will be delighted at his attempts to make Thom feel welcomed. This is just another thing that is so like old Peeta that it makes me hope again.

"So we're having birthday cake on a regular Friday?"

"That's the point of surviving isn't it? Enjoying life?" He asks me and we stay silent for a while. There are so many people who will never taste life again but I suppose he is right. That’s what surviving is all about isn’t it? Living?

"That cake is huge, I don't think the four of us can eat all of that." I tell him as he carefully places the cheese buns on the breakfast tray.

"Haymitch is coming too, he's been dying to have a chess match with Thom. And I thought they could take all the leftover cake back for the kids in camp. "

Peeta picks up the breakfast tray and then looks around unsure of himself.

"Well, you're out of bed now, so I guess the tray is useless…huh… do you want to…" He gestures to the kitchen table but an idea pops into my mind. He tried to do something special for me today and I don't want it to go to waste.

"Why don't we eat outside on the porch? It's nice today, and we'll get a bit of early morning sunlight."

The smile he gives me is so heartwarming that it's almost like I made him breakfast myself.

Peeta's house is the last one in Victor's village, and being on a high point means we get a full view of the forest. We watch it come to life as we savor each bite of our food.

"What day is it today?" I ask him. "I thought it was Thursday."

"It is." He tells me, popping a blueberry in his mouth.

That's strange, Delly and Thom usually come on Fridays. I ask him about it but he shrugs his shoulders in confusion as well.

"I don't know, I guess something must have come up and they can't make it tomorrow."

The wind picks up a bit, but other than that it's a beautiful spring day. Wildflowers are beginning to bloom everywhere. These were my mom’s favorite days as I would be able to gather most of her medicinal plants around this time of year.

"So what are your plans for the rest of the day? From the looks of it you already baked everything you needed to."

He looks at me with a smile and nods.

"Yeah, I was up early and I thought I might as well get that out of the way. I have to help for a bit, at the construction site this afternoon. Thom wants my help to draw some changes on the capitol’s blueprints for the buildings. Other than that, I'm free. "

Peeta has been back for more than a month now. We have breakfast and dinner together and we spend the nights together in the same bed, sometimes clinging to each other like the other’s arms was the only thing keeping us tethered to the world. But we never spend time together during the day.

"Do you want to come to the woods with me?" I ask him before I back down.

"For real?"

"Yeah, I don't have to hunt today, yesterday's spoil was big enough. I might still catch something for Sae, but you won't be a bother. We can bring the memory book and work on it for a bit, in the forest."

Read the rest on AO3

The train back to twelve

or

What would I do without you? (selected Everlark scenes from The train back to twelve)

[bangtaninborderland]

RISK IT ALL (9) - Don’t Miss Me

Genre: Chishiya x fem reader, fluff, angst, action.

Warning: sexual assault, unwanted advances, Niragi is kind of perverted, guns, mention of death, mentions of poisoning

A/N: I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get out I am really sick at the moment so I have literally been trying to write any minuet I am not resting. I will make up for it by uploading double when I am better. Thankyou so much for interacting I have been getting so many good responses and it really does make my day. I appreciate every single reader. This is a slight filler but everything in this chapter will be important.

Ch.08| Masterlist | Ch.10

Sleeping wasn’t something that you could. The events with Chishiya were on a constant repeat, his words ringing in your ears and the feeling of his lips on yours had embedded itself into your mind.

You had barely noticed when the night sky had turned to a pale grey, rain on game days weren’t good, it made the conditions much worse especially in outdoor games. Today was different, the terror that usually cripples you before a game had yet to appear and instead of worrying about what would happen your mind had begun wondering about what group Chishiya would be in.

There was positives and negatives to him being in your games, if here was there you could be with him, you’d help him survive, not that he needed help. If you wasn’t and it was a hearts game he would have better chances of surviving if you wasn’t there.

You finally pulled yourself out of your thoughts and got dressed, wearing swimsuits seemed normal however you grabbed your jacket before you left sliding it on just in case it was cold.

The building was much more popular considering the weather outside However the stairs seemed empty.

You heard a dark chuckle behind you “You know I really should thank you properly for the game.”

You cringed hearing Niragis insufferable voice.

“You don’t need to thank me, if it was my choice I would have left you there to die.” You smirk at him.

Before you could turn around and exit the stairs you felt yourself being pushed against the wall. Nirag is hand slid up your jacket and his hand covered your mouth. As usual he had his gun around his neck so although fighting him wouldn’t be smart it was the only option you had.

Your hands worked quicker than your mind as you began clawing at the fingers trailing your skin. This didn’t seem to work as he pushed you further against the wall trapping you.

You felt your heart beating in your chest and did the only thing you could. You raised your leg and Kicked him as hard as you could. He stumbled back and you didn’t waste any time catching your breath before you ran down the last remaining stairs and out of the door.

You kept running until you was safely around other people, although Niragi wouldn’t let other people stop him doing what he wanted you had more of a chance hiding from him this way.

“What’s wrong?” You let out a sigh of relief hearing Kuinas sweet voice.

“Niragi” You watch the smile on her face drop as she pulls you by your hand and starts to walk.

“Kuina where are we going?” You groan.

“Shush” you hear here let out an annoyed whine as she leads you to the room you had sat it yesterday.

She releases your hand once you get to the small staircase. You walked inside the room and sat at a table.

“What happened?” Kuina places her hand onto your shoulder.

“He just mentioned thanking me properly before he tried to touch me. I got away from him before he could do anything but I don’t doubt for a second he wouldn’t try again.” You held back the fear in your voice.

Kuina gave you a sympathetic look and pulled you into a hug. “Are you okay?“ she mumbled against your neck.

“You know I don’t like saying hate, but I hate Niragi. You know the three times I have had to endure any time near him it has been the worst time of my life and our weekly plans consist of deathly games.” She releases you from the hug and widens her eyes at you.

You give her a short smile. “Okay maybe the last bit is an exaggeration but I still hate him. I don’t feel safe, most of the time I don’t feel safe here but I feel like now I will never have a break from looking over my shoulder.”

She pulled you in for another hug “I will kill him if he touches you again.”

You let out a light chuckle and wrap your arms around Kuina “Kuina, I appreciate you so much.”

Before she could hug you back the door opened and you both jumped to see who it was. You was surprised when you see Chishiya walk towards the table.

“Interrupting am I?” Chishiya pulled out a chair sitting down.

He has a different jacket on today, it was more grey than white. You noticed how much it made his eyes stand out. He gave you a quick glance before tuning back to Kuina.

“No, Niragi was just Being a creep again. At least this time it wasn’t me.” She signs looking towards you.

“What did he do this time” he scoffed.

Kuina pointed towards you “She should tell you not me. Besides I’m going to eat I don’t want to die of starvation In the middle of the game.”

You watched as Kuina walked out of the room, she gave you a small wink before she closed the door.

You knew what she was doing and you didn’t know whether to hug her or punch her for it.

“So?” Chishiya mumbled.

“He just started touching me saying it was my real Thank you for the last game, clearly I got away but I don’t doubt he will try it again”. You bow your head a little but you let your eyes wonder to his hands that he had now placed on the table.

“Hmm, sounds like him.” He raised his eyebrows at you, he seemed to have no sympathy or care and once again it left you questioning Chishiyas actions.

You decided to change the subject not wanting to get distracted just hours before the game.

“So do you know the groups for tonight, who am I with?” You laugh trying to lighten the mood.

He leans backwards as he pulls out his earphones from his pocket. “Not me.” He mutters.

A wave Of disappointment washes over you but you continue the conversation.

“Will you at least tell me if Niragi is in my group?” You sigh.

He shook his head “No he’s not.”

You sit in silence together for a moment before he stands up.

“I’m going to eat.” He muttered bluntly.

You watched him walk away and heard the door open, after a few seconds you noticed that you never heard it close and go to investigate.

You see Chishiya standing there holding it open he lets it go when he sees you walking towards him but you understand that he wants you to go with him.

Excitement filled you as you quickened your pace to catch up to him.

“What do you think the games will be like today?” You asked.

You watched as he shrugged his shoulders.

You knew Chishiya wasn’t going to be someone who talked about his emotions or showed them but you wished he would do something to explain last night. However, even though you desperately wanted more you decided not to push it. He had already kissed you and now he’s asking you to lunch, even though he didn’t exactly ask it was implied. At least you hope it was and that’s you hadn’t misread the information.

You walk all the way to the restaurant in silence, you watch him as he picks up his food.

You let out a disgusted sound when he picked up the omelette rolls, if they were fresh you never would have but the canned ones they stocked at the beach were truly disgusting.

You sat opposite him at a table and you both began eating.

“Are you.. nervous for the game tonight?” You stuttered.

He let out a small laugh. “No, I find them interesting, unlike everyone else I don’t hate playing them.”

“What!” You slightly shouted in disbelief.

He frowned his eyebrows at you before taking a bite out of the omelette roll. You watched as his face scrunched up and he rushed to get a napkin to spit it into.

You laughed hysterically at his reaction to the foul food and he lets out an aggravated moan.

“You could have told me you know.” He spat.

You suppress your laughter instead giving him a smile “I didn’t want to annoy you.”

He rolled his eyes at you “Well next time warn me.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod yes as your cheeks turned red. He had said next time, so there will be a next time and if there will be a next time it’s because he wants one. You smile even bigger at the thought of another lunch with him.

“Stop doing that.” He grunts.

“What?” You laugh under your breath.

He points towards your mouth “Smiling like that, it makes your face look broken.”

You look back at him and laugh again. You turn your head to focus on your food and as you do you see him pressing his lips together, you could see the small smile he had tried to hide but you pretended you didn’t.

It didn’t take long for you to finish lunch, you finished before him but you played with your food a little, not wanting the time together to end.

You walked beside him to the hall “Where to now?”.

He shakes his head and begins walking, “To my room.”

“Okay, let’s go!” You sounded too cheerful and internally kicked yourself for the childish voice you had.

He stops walking and turns to face you. “I’m going to my room. Me. Alone.”

He wastes no time waiting for you reaction as he walks into the elevators, you stand there just as confused as last night watching him disappear behind the doors.

Your feet slowly begin moving when you decide to head back to your room to prepare for the game. You rush up the stairs not wanting to waste time being vulnerable for Niragi to attack you again.

Before you could reach your room you see Ann and decide to ask her about the game.

“Hey you.” She smiles as you approach her.

“Hey An. I was wondering if you knew who was playing with me tonight?” You smile back at her as she nods.

“Me, Last Boss and Tatta. I don’t think you’ve met Tatta yet?” She questions raising her eyebrows.

“No i havent. Last boss is the one with the tattoos right?” You let out a small laugh and so does Ann.

You wanted to ask her about Chishiya but you knew how much he would disapprove of it.

“Thank you, ill see you at the car.” She nods and you walk back towards your room.

You close the door behind you and walk over to the shower. Theres only an hour before the game snd you wanted to be fully prepared. You grabbed some sweatpants and a vest along with your hoodie placing them onto the bed before heading into the shower.

You don’t rush in the shower, feeling the water on your skin gives you a huge sense of relief. When you do finally step out of the shower and go to get your clothes you notice something on the bed that wasn’t there before.

You walk over to the paper sitting on the bed. You read the words written sloppily in a black marker.

“Dont miss me”

Underneath the paper was the small makeshift blade Chishiya had given to you before the last game you two played together. You smiled at the thought of him wanting to keep you safe.

You threw your clothes on and slid the small blade into the waistband of your pants. You slip on your shoes and head down to the car.

When you get down there you heard the normal laughter and cheering of the other beach members, it was sick the way they made a party out of unavoidable deaths.

You walked over to the car Ann was standing by, Chishiya was no where to be seen and you guessed that meant he had already left. You slowly climbed into the car. You sat Ann, Tatta and Last Boss were at the front.

The drive was short and silent, it reminded you of the first game you played and how Chishiya had let you walk with him. When you arrived at the game arena you was confused at the strange building, it was small and not like any other. Your hand brushed along the small blade snd you smiled knowing that he wants you to be okay.

You all head inside and pick up a phone.

You noticed that there was only 8 phones on the table which was strange because there is normally double that.

Please wait for the game to commence.

Registration will close in 3 minuets.

“There must be a limit to how many players can join.” Ann stated answering what you had been thinking.

You spin around as you heard a familiar voice. “Does that mean it will be harder.”

You turn around to see Arisu and the Climber girl standing at the entrance.

“Hi.” You mumble.

Arisu gives you a smile as he picks up a phone. “You’re still alive.”

“Fortunately”. You smile back.

You watch the door as three other players walk in. You see their faces frown further when they realise theres only two phones left on the table.

The shortest of the men turn to the other two standing beside him. “Kaito, you should definitely go. You’re the best out of us three and Kenji your visa runs out today you have to go.”

They stand for a moment discussing amongst themselves after a few moments the shorter man leaves the building. “I’ll wait” he shouts and his friends nod.

They each take one of the remaining phones and you hear the chime of their verification being completed.

Registration is now closed.

There is a total of 8 participants.

You waited patiently as the information flashes on your screen, the fear that had been absent all day had filled you up in abundance.

Difficulty: 7 of spades

Game : Dare

Rule: Complete the dares to leave the room.

Clear condition: Each player must complete a dare and collect their code.

You clear the game when the code is entered complete with all 8 numbers.

Time limit: 2 hours

If the objective isn’t complete within the time limit the device within the room will release a deadly toxin.

“I guess this is it.” You whisper as every player walks into the room ahead.

[shabbyshoebox]

Ever Prepared [Ectober 2022]

Summary: Lancer was qualified to teach. Not to protect students from the supernatural. Rating: PG, Teen+ Content Warning: Passing mentions of death in a school environment, anxiety attack. Characters: Mr. Lancer Genre: Angst Word Count: 562

Everything in order, everything in its place.

Mr. Lancer had prepared for his homeroom class. His students’ papers were all graded, in neat piles, in alphabetical order. The grades have been uploaded online with a backup record in his physical grade book. His copies for the full week were made, stapled, and organized by bell. He had even written the next two full week’s homework assignments in the corner of the blackboard.

He checked, double-checked, triple-checked his lists. He wanted to be missing something. Anything.

No. He never did.

Lancer sat down at his desk. He pulled out his copy of Paradise Lost, opening up to the chapter that was due today. He read it five times yesterday.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Only five minutes until students were allowed to be in the building.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Lancer’s eyes skimmed over the familiar paragraphs. He realized halfway down the page that he hadn’t taken in a single word. He sighed and went back to the top of the page, this time using his finger to help keep his place

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

He snapped the book shut. He shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I need to go on a walk,” he muttered.

He stood up from his chair, pushed his swivel chair back in where it should be, strode across the room, and unlocked the door. He used his foot to slide the doorstop in place so his students would be able to come in without him.

He looked back in the classroom one more time before walking away.

Everything in order.

Everything in its place.

A couple of years ago, Lancer would have never dared leave the door open. Principle Ishiyama would have torn him a new one for creating a security risk.

Locked doors didn’t protect them anymore. Not when those who wished harm could walk through walls.

All a lock did was slow down the escape route.

As he stepped away, he knew there was no telling if today would be another bad day. No one could predict when these attacks would occur, only that they only seemed to do so when school was in session.

Lancer didn’t know when he’d lose another colleague. Another student. He had to always mentally prepare to call someone’s family and tell them that they were killed.

He walked faster. He was too aware of his limbs as they were filled with shaky energy. The back of his neck grew hot.

He knew that ghost kid- Phantom- did the best he could. Lancer didn’t know what his story was, but thought he likely died near the school. Why else would he be haunting it so much? Why else would he be making sure no one else died?

Come on, Ronnie.

In.

Out.

Slow down.

In.

Out.

He never seemed to realize how fast his breathing became.

In.

Out.

He focused on the lines of the tiles on the floor. The sound his shoes made in the empty, industrial white hallway. The way his shirt felt on his skin.

In. Out. In. Out.

Anything but the pit of dread opening in his chest. Anything but the knowledge that he may have to evacuate the students to keep them from joining the dead.

Anything but the knowledge that everyone’s safety was out of his control.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 20/01/2024

Be Cool, Be Wild, and Be My Girl

Season 1 Featured on: GilvaSunner's Highest Quality Video Game Rips: Volume 6​.​66

Ripped by THiNGYBOBinc

Whew!! MAGFest days are finally over, and what a time it was - the SiIvaGunner Chipspace show was absolutely fantastic, and I hope it gets uploaded on its own soon so y'all can watch it as well! With that out of the way: the sappy times are over, Season 8 is ready to rev up and go at any moment, and the blog must go on. So, given that I spent all of yesterday talking about the Nostalgia Critic takeover with Fragile Snowman (Remastered), I figured it'd be fitting to return to the Season that said nostalgia was directed to - and an all-time favorite memory I have of watching the channel at that time.

I've pointed it out a good number of times by now, including once again in yesterday's post, but one of the things that really did make Season 1 so unique was how spontaneous and unpredictable it felt. The main reason was of course that we lacked much of any expectations in general, but the channel back in Season 1 also didn't exactly have much in the way of large-scale projects planned ahead like the Christmas Comeback Crisis, or the various Festival events that debuted in Season 4 Episode 2 onward. If you caught the SiIvaGunner panel at MAGFest this year, or have followed anything regarding rips like the Shop Fusion Collab or projects like CCC Episode 11, you'll know just how large and coordinated these projects have become. As Chaze explained back in MAGFest 2019: SiIvaGunner Presents - High Quality Ripping, meanwhile, back in Season 1 they would occasionally just completely abandon whatever event they seemed to be teasing just to fuck with the audience and subvert their expectations.

Subverting our expectations was the initial pitch for the SiIvaGunner channel as a whole, but by the time Be Cool, Be Wild, and Be My Girl was uploaded halfway through Season 1, it really did feel like we'd gotten better at seeing through the smoke and mirrors - we knew that all rips would show their cards eventually and then cue for laughter from us as viewers. Keep in mind: this was also just a week shy from the start of The Reboot, at at time when the idea of the channel having lore or that it would progress much further, was really just conspiracy talk. And indeed, Be Cool, Be Wild, and Be My Girl shows its hand quite early - just 10 seconds into the rip, as the song properly "begins", it becomes a pretty pretty standard, though befitting mashup, one you'd probably expect from just seeing the title. Joke revealed, cue laughter, add to playlist...

Then suddenly, the rip stops - and the facade is lifted. And I suppose it's time for me to start lifting the facade here too, perhaps?

Indeed, if you saw the title of today's post, opened the YouTube link in a new tab, and kept reading the post, you may have felt like you knew exactly what you'd be getting - a solid Season 1-era mashup of Be Cool, Be Wild and Be Groovy and the 2000s rock hit Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet. Yet before the mashup is able to go anywhere, the joke is interrupted, mockingly so, by Dr. Eggman, sentence-mixed to poke fun at you over thinking you'd gotten the joke of the rip down. This is no longer a bait-and-switch, but a DOUBLE bait-and-switch - presenting you with the switch for long enough to make you comfortable, then pulling the rug under THAT immediately. And, like - I don't think I can overstate how absolutely baffling that was to experience back in 2016?? Though SiIvaGunner was indeed about subverting expectation, six months in it had still built itself an identity of what to expect from the channel - yet without any warning, here it felt as if the team was practically doing a prank on its own fans. Better yet, the prank only escalated from there, as Eggman voice clips are interspersed in the beats inbetween the song's vocals, before he's suddenly joined by voice clips from Big the Cat of all characters - this prank is on three levels of rug-pulling.

And indeed, I've kind of pulled a prank on you here as well - because the post you're reading is actually about TWO rips from Season 1. Earlier in the third paragraph, I was describing the first of these rips, the one linked in the Bandcamp embed here - uploaded two weeks before the events of The Reboot kicked into motion. Because of that, it plays on the mixed feelings the fanbase once had on using Snow Halation in rips, only to switch it with Are You Gonna Be My Girl: hence the name, Be Cool, Be Wild, and Be My Girl. As The Reboot came and went, however, and told its story specifically about how Snow Halation truly deserves its place on the channel, we'd see the upload of a second rip a few weeks later - pulling the inverse joke. It's possible, back then, that enough time had passed between the two rips to where people had forgotten about the original bait-and-switch, but what was once used as a way to make fun of Snow Halation's percieved mediocrity was now spun into an actual appreciation and celebration of the song!

I hope all of this information on the history of these two moderately-known 2016 rips in particular is at all comprehensible, but the point I wanted to convey is - this shit was REALLY cool to see happen live with both videos. With Be Cool, Be Wild and Be My Girl, it felt like one of the first big shake-ups to the channel's status quo we'd yet seen at that point, and sort of prepared us to never take anything in a rip at face value - then, with the second rip, it felt like a perfect testament to how much The Reboot truly had changed the perception on Snow Halation as a song. The switch to the song didn't feel like an annoyance, but like a rip we'd all now suddenly actually wanted to see - one that we welcomed with open arms. Be it due to rippers being inspired or just paying tribute to one another, these kinds of call-and-response rips are a lot more common on the channel than you may initially think, and are sometimes even made years apart. Be it Windows Wonga Wappa, Ripping Video Game Music​.​.​.​.​.​.​At Night (2020 Edition), or even just with remasters like Violet Snow Memories, it never stops being heartwarming to see rippers pay tribute to one another - or just continuing on from a joke they themselves started.

ALL SYSTEMS, FULL HALATION!!!