#but that is not the case. I still get bad days and I still make shitty art and I have pieces that flop and it's okay

[paracosmicka]

Primal Fears AU content but don’t worry it’s still sonadow

That last one is a repost from last year so if you saw the silly drawings but then read the thing in the bottom left corner and went “wait what the fuck”

It’s because it was an AU thing but I literally only had that drawn out and now you get some context at least:

In this universe Sonic is an assassin/bounty hunter/whatever you wanna call a guy that is hired to specifically to kill other Entities. He meets Shadow when they run into each other because they’re both following the same Avatar. Then they do the normal canon sonadow thing where the first interaction they have always ends with them fighting and beating the shit out of each other. And then they kinda calm down but then Shadow has a similar moment from the beginning of the IDW Sonic comics where he gets absolutely pissed that Sonic managed to distract him from catching the bad guy and zooms away before the two have another chance to speak again.

Here Shadow is a GUN field agent except in this universe GUN isn’t really military and it’s more focused on not only investigating (like the Magnus Institute) but also actively dealing with the Entities. Which sounds great except remember how I said they aren’t military well actually they kinda are because “dealing” with Entities and Avatars just means: throw it in the high-security prison that is guarded by other various Avarars that all work for GUN because it means they don’t have to get thrown in prison. So GUN is kinda like The Magnus Institute + Section 31 working together. So actually I guess it’s like the SCP Foundation.

One day Shadow goes into work and Sonic and there and I’m not really sure on what I’m gonna do in the plot to make him end up there (like maybe he’s undercover and just using GUN to get to his next target or maybe GUN does the “hey we’re gonna throw you in jail if you don’t agree to work for us” idk again not sure yet) but now he’s working with Shadow because they still need to catch that Avatar.

So now we’re sorta caught up, they’re at Club Rouge (and I realized I didn’t specify which Entity she serves in my drawing of her but people who guessed the Stranger ding ding ding here have some sonadow) because Sonic and Shadow need to kinda interrogate Surge and Amy, who are associated with the Slaughter. They have a band called Poison Rose and it’s basically just Grifter’s Bone but they perform rock music instead. And are also probably dating.

Anyway the Big Case™️ Sonic and Shadow are working on is investigating a bunch of spooky murders and they’re pretty sure whoever’s behind them is a Slaughter avatar. But not specifically Amy and Surge☝️ They’re kinda “allowed” to perform the Music That Makes You Die because GUN also has like an “informant” group of avatars they can rely on. These avatars don’t work for GUN, but they agree to chill out on the spooky stuff if it means they don’t get arrested for spooky crimes. So for Poison Rose, “chilling out” on the spooky stuff means that they have to force people to wear earplugs while they perform, which wasn’t specifically stated in MAG 42 if that works or not, not really sure of the magic rules of the Music That Makes You Die phenomena but yeah they gotta do that and probably some other stuff so GUN doesn’t arrest them. Like maybe no swearing or something lol.

Okay gonna stop there before this gets even longer explaining my AU because this was supposed to be just a normal sketch post but whoops.

Oh also I made a playlist for the kind of music Poison Rose performs but it was made private because I didn’t want anyone to stumble across it and be like “pshhhh this dumb person who makes public playlists of their AU that no one knows about what a loser” (me when I make up completely unrealistic scenarios in my head) but now here’s a post explaining that part of my AU so that person can’t make fun of me anymore

[lilianalovespink]

Your lungs burn.

Your skin does too.

Sweat soaked clothes cling to your skin, cotton made heavy by the sheer amount of it that you've let off in the last hour of training.

But most importantly, there's a lump in your throat that aches worse than any cough ever could've- feeling like that time you had tonsillitis as a child.

"'ny more wisdom or are you done, private?"

If you cry now, he'll be kind; understanding. He always is, but that's the problem.

"I'm done captain."

~

'Unable to follow orders without questions, unable to integrate into the team.'

Sincerely and with your entire heart, you wish only the worst upon John Price. You could follow orders, you could work with them- if they let you.

A discomfort of needle like nature pulls through your muscles at that thought, considering that you had in fact voiced it and that the consequence had been the training you usually do over the course of three hours having to get done within an hour, no breaks, no warmups.

The worst part, you thought as you stepped out of the showers, is that in his view, he didn't hate you but rather...think you incompetent; a cocky amateur with too much of their chest puffed out.

You, a little child, a toddler acting rebellious or throwing a tantrum, and him, the sensible adult, strict but 'caring'.

"Shh, I know. This is too much for you. I know."

Leave it to him to make comfort a painful act; one for you to be belittled during, made out to be just another stupid teen in over their head.

Yes, you were younger than your commander, your captain, but no younger than your lieutenant or seargant.

Just not at their rank.

Your transfer to the 141 was abrupt, but by no means unwelcome. You were the best in your recruitment class, you were capable but as price, at the time you thought jokingly, put it, you weren't 'broken in'.

And boy did he have every intention of breaking you.

Training was tough, but doable except-

"You were top of your class? Again."

"There's a reason you're still a private."

"If you can't manage, leave."

And then, whenever you snap at him, show teeth at the hand that constantly strikes you, he's a saint. He's really just putting you what everyone else is going through, why are you this upset? Clearly because you're immature.

If you can hold back your urge to bite bite bite- this man, if you try to ask him stuff it's really a coin flip of what version of Captain John Price you'll get.

"You can't handle it? That's okay. It's okay, hey- no crying. Come here...yeah, that's a good girl."

Or, in case you didn't crawl between his legs like a scared puppy-

"I'm only being hard on you because I thought you wanted to be better. Was I wrong about that? Or do you want to be something other than a private one day?"

The worst part is that, the team seems to see you as a puppy as well- with you literally getting that as a monicker.

Lt. Riley wasn't as cold and mysterious as you expected when you first saw the mask, but he certainly wasn't hellbent on letting you be his buddy, let alone his comrade. He never helped you out unless you asked, but, should you make that mistake, to ask for help, he'll nod and simply guide you aside like you're a sheep and he's your shepherd. Like teaching you wasn't literally his job.

Sgt. MacTavish as well as Sgt. Garrick had initially been warm and inviting, had made you feel like this was your team- until you noticed how they'd leave you out whenever they could. Sure, neither of them were rude but- they weren't proper teammates either.

And then, of course, Captain Price.

What should you say about this man? How horrible he is? Would that do what he's put you through any justice?

As if this alienation from the people you literally had to trust with your life wasn't bad enough, the way they seemed to pity you was worse. Like you were a small child who dropped your candy.

It hurt, badly.

So when Commander Philipp Graves joined for a mission in Los Alamos and was the only one who treated you like you were on one level?

Yeah, you took the bait.

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny had promised the movie was kid-friendly but also said the previous movie "Her Melody" was technically kid-friendly too. So the better question was if it was emotion-friendly because this family was full of sensitive people.

"It's based on my puppy Cujo." Danny said holding up the movie case called "Echo & Ash"

It was hard to say no to Danny. He looked hopeful and sad. So movie night would happen.

Damian was not giving a proper memo. Last time Danny brought a movie Damian slept in Dick's room and everyone was super clingy. It was....new. Not a bad feeling but it was pathetic how a single film did this. It was actually Alfred's favorite as well.

***

Movie: "It's your new friend Eddy. She's a girl so give her a good name." "She barks everytime I talk so her names going to be Echo." "That's a wonderful name"

The movie started with a feel-good story of a boy named Everest and his first pet. A puppy named Echo. Echo followed him everywhere and loved running in the woods with Everest. The family sighed collectively that nothing sad had happened.

But this was a Danny movie so emotional trauma will be had.

One clear day the two were playing when the camera suddenly shifted to the woods. Nothing could be seen other than trees. The camera shifted like it was being held by someone and you realize. The threat isn't out there...there was someone there and they are currently holding a camera as they watch the boy.

Uncertainty builds as Echo suddenly stops. Her ears stand at attention as she zeros in on the camera, her eyes laser-focused.

Then she begins pulling Everest away. She makes him chase her out of the woods. But the camera stays stationary and not moving to follow.

The scene lingers a little too long before the view shifts upwards and in another direction as heavy footsteps follow.

Stephanie: Oh god, I hated that.

Barbara: I don't think I remembered to breathe.

Movie: One afternoon as Everest walks home alone after running from a group of bullies a car races down the road. As the car rears closer a series of barks rang out. Echo chased the car like a mad dog. Everest felt a shove on his side as the dog's body pushed him aside.

There was sharp bark, a thud, and a whimper.

Then the scene shifts to a vet office. There is no sound other than a soft piano. Everest cries with Echo in his arms as a vet kneels next to him, probably explaining what's going to happen. Echo pants heavily before she slowly stops and closes his eyes. Then she is gone.

Damian: *bitting his lip and trying to hold back emotions* Nightingale...What. Is. This.

Danny:*smiles gently and shrugs*

Damian: Daniel! No!

Danny: It'll be okay.

Bruce: It's okay Damian. Come sit next to me.

Movie: Echo wondered around the endless woods for what felt like forever until a voice called put.

"Hey, puppy! What are you doing here?" The boy asked.

Echo sniffed around searching.

"You looking for someone?"

Echo whimpered as she turned in every direction searching for her family.

Duke: Ah, nooo. She's so cute.

Movie: "Well, I'm Ash."

Echo sniffs the boy briefly before turning to keep looking elsewhere.

Echo wondered for a long time. Night and day passed but she wasn't getting tired or hungry.

"Only other spirits pass through here. No one stays like you do. Did you come to keep me company?"

The boy was very talkative but Echo didn't seem to mind. Slowly she warmed up to him and spent time playing with him. Her ghost friend was happy to have her.

But she would still think about her family.

In the real world, Everest couldn't stop thinking about Echo. He was all alone now.

"She probably hated me."

But he didn't feel like she was gone. Sometimes he felt a brush against his leg or strangely a push on the swing. A ball rolling on the ground towards them alerted him one afternoon. He had been hiding in the backyard again from the neighborhood boys when he felt it.

"Echo?"

The wind blew against his face and somehow he knew for sure she wasn't alone.

Damian: Daniel, tell me now that they see each other.

Dick: Damian, be nice. Just watch the movie.

Movie: "Is that your friend doggy? That human?" *bark* "Why is he crying like that?"

Ash hovered near the boy making a cold wind brush past.

"Hey, you shouldn't cry. Your dog is right here. She's been badgering me to help her visit so the least you can do I put on a smile." Ash said. "Come on! Get up!"

Evening he couldn't see Everest heard something in the back of his mind. He knew he wasn't alone.

Dick: He kind of reminds me of Jason.

Jason: What's that supposed to mean?

Dick: nothing bad...not good either.

Movie: Over time Everest learned to see and not just hear the spirits. Playing with them after school. He was able to run with Echo again and have a friend like Ash. Ash also played tricks on his bullies.

However, Ash would always look over his shoulder, and when it got late Ash said it was time to go.

"Can't you just stay a little longer? The sun still up." Everest complained.

"But it's still winter. It'll be gone in minutes. Besides we can't stay on this side for long. We have to go." Ash's eyes didn't leave the horizon as he scanned it.

Duke: Calling it now. Ash died after the sun went down.

Stephanie: No shit, Sherlock.

Bruce: Language.

Movie: "Ash? I've been wondering. How did you die?"

Echo whined pawing at Ash.

"Don't worry Echo it's fine. I don't remember. Most ghost I've met do but I don't really know."

"The other ghosts?"

"Yeah, they come over from the other side sometimes to visit but they have to go back. They are all older so they take care of me. I can't go there with them though."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. They said that I couldn't move on until I get what I needed and let go. But I don't know what that is. I'm scared though, of leaving the woods."

"Oh...is these something you want now?"

"I wanted a friend and then Echo showed up and now I can visit you. So I think I'm happy now."

Barbara: Am I insane or does Ash look like a slightly younger Phantom.

Cassie: (in sign) I thought so too. But I'm not sure. That guy rarely shows up.

Movie: "It's dark! You need to leave! Hurry!"

"Not until you tell me the truth! You're hiding something! You've been hanging around looking for something! You won't tell me anything! Then when I found that burnt-up shack you yelled at me to leave and not come back! I thought you were my friend!" Everest screamed at the ghost.

"Ever, please! Go home! It's not safe here." Ash pleaded with tears in his eyes.

But it was too late. That monster came. The same one from Everest's nightmares. The visions he had gotten after seeing Ash. Instead of just a black shadow, it was a man.

Bruce: *takes a sharp breath*

Jason: No. God damn it. Don't do this.

Tim: Danny. Tell me this isn't-

Danny: *holds Tim's hand* It'll be okay.

Movie: The man who lurked in the shadows had waited look enough. He had always been there in those woods just out of frame watching and hidden in the tree line. You couldn't see him but you felt him every time the camera panned around the woods. The barren leafless trees giving the illusion of safety since you could see more than in the summer and the noisy leaf litter on the ground would warn you. But not when it was dark and certainly not now that the noisy dog wasn't around.

Everest had forgotten that even with ghosts he was still alone.

Everest was taken to that shack deep in the woods as Ash screamed unheard to the ears of the living and knowing very well what would happen next.

But spirits like Ash can't say after nightfall. Not when they feared the dark. But Ash persisted, fading but still hanging on. His ghost form flickering like a flame. Echo was dead but her mission and life were the same in death. She would protect her boy.

The ghost dog sprinted into the night back to her old home. She bumped into anything she could to cause a ruckus and catch the adults' attention. Knocking over family photos until they noticed Everest wasn't home. Making the worry enough to look for him.

All the while a pyre was built for another soul.

Damian: Come on...

Movie: The climax rushed by as the fire burnt and a search party was launched. But when it was over all the sound stopped and a body was zipped into a bag. A family held eachother and cried. A serial child killer was put in handcuffs.

The worst part was how believable it was. Even Ina story of talking to ghosts and pranks the reality of these cases still exist.

But there are small blessings. As Ash cried in the dark a pair of arms wrapped around him and a wet nose pressed against his cheek. His two best friends were here and they all felt ready. It was time to see the other side now that they were together and not alone.

Dick: I am..not okay.

Barbra: I hate that I actually enjoyed that.

Bruce: *brooding*

Damian: I'm going to bed.(he didn't and went to check on his pets)

Jason: ...

Tim: I trusted you.

Danny: But it's a beautiful ending.

Tim: Okay yes but...still sad. They died!

Danny: But they are together. That's a happy ended. Not the happiest but it's not the end for them. Death is just a new chapter not a bad one.

Tim: You optimism scares me and it is unneeded in this family.

Danny: I'm family now~

Tim: You're mine at least.

A continuation of this

Danny: I got another movie for us!

Tim: Danny, I love you so much...but I can't take another sad movie.

Danny: But it's really good and it has a good ending.

Tim: Really?

Danny: It's about a boy and his dog. You see his dog dies-

Tim: Danny no.

Danny: Let me finish! The dog dies but meets another boy who's a ghost on the other side. It beautiful story about a dog who goes back and forth to keep his friend safe. The two boys become friends and unravel the truth behind the ghost boy's death. Come on Tim...I worked hard on this one.

Tim: Fine, but only if I can sucker everyone else to watch it with us.

(Danny doesn't consider death to be a sad part of a movie or a bad ending.)

[wonweige]

I want to see more of the princess's life on being a reminder of someone everyone lost! Maybe she acts like them unknowingly and Mydei is getting more overprotective cause of it!

❝ 185139144 ❞ ✶ but I see her in the back of my mind all the time ! ; not proofread — ignore typos </3 ++ reader (gn!) referred to as ‘you + parent + beloved’ (reader is NOT the little princess)

low-key feel like i didn't do this req justice erm </3 if you want me to redo this just tell me and i will !!

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who can feel the watchful eyes of guards no matter where she goes. her small hand clings to the skirt of her governess/nanny as they walk through the market, her expression not showing how she was slightly unsettled and also exasperated. seriously, did she really need guards watching over her 24/7 from the shadows? it was bad enough her uncle phainon constantly popped up out of nowhere and- oh, there he is now.

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who deadpans comically as her father enters her room for the umpteenth time that day, checking up on her and making sure she was safe and unharmed. she hadn't even left her room for half of the day, simply playing with the many toys her father had gifted her with, and here MYDEI was, fussing over her like she had been battling nikador himself.

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who finds herself staring at the painting of her parent more and more, finding the resemblance between her and them a bit... uncanny. down to the even the smallest curve of the face. she really was a carbon copy of them.

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who has been sleeping next to her dad for a while now.. she thinks he's been having nightmares, but she can't really be sure because her father isn't the type of guy to want company while he sleeps just because he's been having nightmares. still, every night, he either goes to her room or she goes to his and he holds her in his strong arms like she'd vanish if he let go.

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who likes watching her father train and spar with others. she'll sit to the side, her uncle phainon next to her in case anything went wrong, and cheer on her father with a dazzling smile on her features, confident he'll win because he's the crowned prince and her super strong dad who could take on the entire galaxy if he wanted to!

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who does not know how MYDEI's heart feels heavy as he hears her cheer him on from the sides, her words the exact same as his late beloved's. it's almost enough to make him lose his focus.

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who adores the same food as you. it even has to be prepared the exact same way or else she won't even spare it a single glance. much to her delight, it seems that everyone she asks knows how to make it exactly to her liking, telling her that they've made it a million times before. she does her best to ignore how the people that prepared the dish look at her with looks of nostalgia.

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who notices how her outings with her governess/nanny grow less frequent and her outings with her father grow more frequent. not that she's complaining! she loves spending time with her father, especially because he can never say no to her and spoils her rotten even if it's unintentional. she doesn't like how she can't run off, though.. her father always holds her hand or carries her when they're out.

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who gives an unamused look to her father as he squints with disapproval whenever a boy talks to her. "daddy, he was just asking me where the nearest bathroom was." "he should've asked someone else." "..."

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who is adored by the people. who wouldn't love her? sure, she may be a bit bossy at times, but she always wants the best for those around her. such a smart little girl.

── .✦ THE LITTLE PRINCESS, who can't help but giggle as her father leaves their daddy-daughter tea party, pretty [color] bows in his hair, to attend a meeting. nobody would dare say a thing to MYDEI, however, because who would dare question the crowned prince? (phainon did not let it go, however.)

[reidrum]

i need you to fill the void

a/n: it's my birthday so pls don't say damn when you see that this is angst

summary: in which spencer seeks another vice post tobias

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, not smut centered though, angst, mentions of addictions, poor coping habits for both spencer and reader, toxic!spencer, situationship, excessive em dash usage

wc: 2.1k

The frigid bite of the night greets you as you walk outside to your car. The cold is sobering, almost warning you as you trek into a journey the sky has seen many times. 

It had been three months since Spencer’s kidnapping, two months since you found out he was going to Narcotics Anonymous before the roundtables, and one month since you realized you were the only person who could help him.

Knowing he was struggling through his addiction on his own—though, you knew the team was fully aware and simply chose to not do anything about it—made you feel like shit. It wasn’t even your fault, you were back at the main cabin with Emily going over the case when you figured out the unsub was Tobias Hankel. Somehow you felt worse than JJ who was actually there with him, because you should’ve figured it out sooner. You saw the behavioral signs pointing to him. It was so obvious, wasn’t it? Maybe it was your fault.

At least, that’s what you continue to tell yourself night after night as you make the five minute drive to his apartment always nearing the witching hour. Spencer wouldn’t feel this hopeless if you had just been smarter, faster. But you weren’t, and now he was suffering. You didn’t know how to help him, how to make him feel better—if he was even capable of healing. So you offered him what you could, which was everything.

And he took what he needed—which was everything.

You raise your hand and softly knock on the door. Three times, never more, never less. Footsteps pad closer to the door on the other side before slowly opening revealing Spencer in his blue plaid pajamas and one of his many punny science t-shirts. Tonight’s was Never trust an atom, they make up everything!

The routine is easy to fall into, you take your shoes off while he removes your coat. You walk to the couch and he goes to the kitchen, preparing tea just the way you like it. When he returns, you’re already curled up in your usual spot on the couch and he slips in beside you like it was made for him. Like you didn’t spend so much time tearing it down and building it up hoping he’d find at least one of the versions to be familiar. 

“Had a good day?” he murmurs into your shoulder before claiming the spot with a kiss. Familiar.

You nod, “You?”

“It was bad after the roundtable this morning,” his lips traverse your collarbone, “better now, though.”

The warmth blooms in your chest at his little admission. Familiar. You know the warmth isn’t viable, but for the few moments of life in which it exists you will bask and let it consume you.

His hands have traveled around your waist tugging you closer to him with a confidence he’s slowly worked up to over the course of your encounters. It still surprises you when he initiates anything, the Spencer you had met on your first day at the BAU—joining only a week after him—could barely say two words to you let alone look you in the eyes.

The Spencer in front of you now lets his fingers play with the hem of your shirt with a slight hesitancy. They shake, but you know it’s not from the nerves. You don’t mention it.

“Couch or bedroom?” you coax gently.

“Bedroom.” He releases his hold on you and stands from the couch, holding a hand out for you. You take it and follow him down the hallway, the warmth inside you slowly fading as you get closer.

You’re barely through the bedroom door when Spencer tugs you back into his arms and kisses you voraciously, his hand cupping your face while the other presses you impossibly closer to him as he can. This is the part where the flip switches—when you both stop playing house and Spencer remembers what he needs you for.

His anxious hands turn greedy as they tug your shirt off and work on your pants, you pepper kisses along his jaw and turn your bodies to push him onto the bed. He stares up at you in anticipation as you unhook your bra and he hurriedly takes his pajamas off. It’s muscle memory from this point on, he scoots back to lean against the headboard as you crawl up and straddle him. 

You know what he needs to feel placated enough so the urges won’t overtake and drown him. He looks up at you like you’re the salvation he’s been waiting for, the vice that helps him walk away from his sin.

There is no salvation without sacrifice—but Spencer didn’t need to know that, he isn’t the one who will be sacrificed.

He positions your hips over his own and you slowly guide yourself down onto him, blissed out sighs leaving both of you as you take in all of him. You wait for a minute to adjust and then slowly lift your hips up and back down, a soft whimper falling from his lips.

Spencer doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to how it feels to have you wrapped around him. It’s intoxicating, dangerous, compulsive. He wonders how people can resist temptation when the gratification feels like this.

Your hips stutter and falter from their pattern, the muscle fatigue getting to you fast. “Sorry, just need a second.” you pant.

“S’okay, you want to switch?” He gently flips you over so you’re laid back on the bed before giving you the chance to answer. He doesn’t usually get on top, but recently Spencer has tasted the forbidden fruit that hangs low from your branches and found that it feels better than anything he’s ever taken with a needle.

The addiction has a power that compels him to use according to its agenda, and he really can’t remember the last time he’s felt in control of his own body. The addiction tells him when to use, and he listens.

But whenever he’s with you, he doesn’t have to fight any compulsion—you’re already offering it up for him to take.

He guides himself back inside you slowly, leaning down once he bottoms out to kiss your cheek tenderly. “Okay?” You nod and he pulls back, pushing your leg up to delve deeper. Spencer’s making sure he’s taking all that he can—he doesn’t know how long he’ll last before the urges come back for him.

His hips set a comfortable pace, fueled by the whines that tumble from your lips. He can’t get enough of you, he’d put the drugs down forever if he could feel like for the rest of his life. You both chase your highs and come undone at the same time, the praises falling out of him like they belong to you. Spencer pulls out and lays beside you while both of your breathing evens out. He doesn’t leave right away–he is a gentleman, after all–so he’ll get up after a few minutes and grab a wet cloth to gently clean you up, slip into the blankets again and hold you close yet so far away.

You’ll make yet another effort to reach out and connect with him in a way much more intimate than you think either of you deserve.

“I like what we have right now, it’s just not what I’m looking for.”

“I’m not in a good place, it wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

And the worst one, “I care about you too much to do that to you.”

It continues like this for months. A call in the dead of the night and you come running at the ring of the bell. Under the guise of being a good friend and completely disregarding any other harbored feelings you hold, failed attempts at building something more. You know you have to do this. You were not fast enough before, and so you must give everything you have now. 

Spencer grows comfortable in the next months, complacent and sure that whenever the urges come for him you’ll drop everything. Every encounter after chips away at you, but it makes him stronger so it must be worth it. 

Some nights are harder than others, the withdrawal eating away at him faster than you can feed it. You’ve rarely seen him be mean before, always too timid to speak out of line. But the symptoms have reduced him to primal desire and suddenly he’s demanding and pervasive.

“You’re late.”

“You said you’d be here an hour ago, what was more important than this?”

“I needed you, where were you?”

“Should’ve gotten here sooner, don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t.”

It’s nice to be relied on, it gives you a sense of purpose. He’ll be mean for a bit while he lets the addiction withdrawal displace him momentarily, but regains his bearings the second you walk through his front door. Over time, the shaking is starting to subside, the irritability slowly fading. The warmth in your chest returns thinking about the little moments between the sheets when he hushes your mistaken cries for pleasure with gratitude for your service. “Thank you, baby.” and “You’re so good to me.” falsely secure you as you continue to give what’s left of you.

You suppose you can’t exactly be upset or even surprised that he saw you as nothing more than a warm body in his bed. If you were the entity keeping Spencer tethered to this realm then you’ve strengthened him enough to stand on his own two feet. 

That should be a good thing.

When you’re in the bullpen the week after it shouldn’t surprise you when Derek claps his shoulder with a resounding “My man” as he turns his blushed face to the floor. Before the blush can rise on your face at the prospect of someone discovering your rendezvous, Derek continues with, “It’s about time you asked her out.”

Spencer never asked you out.

“You finally asked out Austin?” JJ chirps. Austin, bartender, Waco case.

But you built him up yourself, you should be proud of your handiwork.

“She just moved up here and needed someone to show her around. That’s all it is.” Spencer flushes, a clear sign that it is in fact not all it is.

Emily remarks how he looks happier than he has in weeks, Penelope squeals in excitement, Hotch and Rossi even look down from the landing in subtle interest.

The warmth inside returns again with an edge this time, a burning sensation that reveals you held it too close to your heart. Familiar. It takes everything in you to school your face and hold your tears in as you faintly whisper, “I’m happy for you, Spence.”

Because you are happy–this is what you wanted for him, to feel normal again. If he achieved it without you then who are you to blame him for? You served your purpose, and now you can rest.

Right?

–

Spencer doesn’t call you for three weeks.

You try not to think about it when he comes in late the next day with his tie askew and hair in a tousled mess. It doesn’t bother you when he finally accepts the O’Keefe’s invite and shows up with her. You have to consciously unclench your heart when his laugh sounds loud and genuine throughout the jet–but that’s nothing you haven’t done before for him.

When your phone rings again in the witching hour for the first time in weeks, it catches you off guard. You roll over grabbing the phone and answering it without even looking at the caller. 

“Hello?”

Silence, then shallow and labored breathing. You look down at your phone, sitting up fully when you read the ID, “Spence? What’s wrong?”

He gulps, “I…I almost…”

Your heart drops, “Are you okay?”

“Y–Yeah, think so. I didn’t..But..” he stutters, “Fuck, do you think you could–” he trails.

The tears spring to your eyes before you can help it, barely shutting them in time before they break down your face. Familiar.

“Be there in five.” you say evenly before hanging up.

The frigid bite of the night greets you in a mocking taunt as it watches you trek to your car. Three knocks. He greets you with red rimmed eyes at the door, clad in a Schrodinger's cat walks into a bar…t-shirt. The routine is easy to fall into–shoes and coat off, cup of tea before putting the TV on. You hope he accepts this version of you this time.

Inhale. Exhale. “Bedroom?”

[lunamond]

I know this is by no means a new take (especially here on tumblr) but I'm of the very strong opinion that as written, the Acotar series actually provides a lot of evidence that most (if not all) of Rhysand's actions are in some shape or form always about Tamlin. Even his relationship with Feyre is about Tamlin.

A lot of people hold up Acomaf ch54 as this super romantic turning point for Rhys' character, which is incredibly funny to me because to me it only ever cemented the unfathomable levels of homoerotic obsession Rhysand has for Tamlin.

He admits that during Acotar he convinced Amarantha to let him go out of Utm to check on Tamlin and the Spring court, where he then left a decapitated head branded with the Night court symbol, like some weird bat shaped cat.

He also visits for Calamnai. (What are you doing here on the spring sex festival night, Rhysss?!? He isn't going to pick you!)

Obviously his meeting with Tamlin in Acotar is a classic for any Tamsand fan, his voice is a "lover's caress," he demands Tamlin call him Rhys instead of Rhysand for old times' sake (???!!), he threatenes Feyre‘s life to make Tamlin get on his knees and specifically fixates on her sexual thoughts about Tamlin.

When he kisses her utm to cover up Tamlin‘s scent, she also weirdly remarks on the fact that Rhysand can still taste Tamlin, which... is quite the odd thing to point out, if I'm meant to believe he is only interested in Feyre.

He also has literally admitted, to Feyre herself no less, that his weird roofy lapdance humiliation of her utm was specifically to upset Tamlin.

It just screams of "if I can't have you than I'm going to make your life miserable and steal your girl" behavior.

All his posturing in front of Feyre, presenting himself as the most powerful HL, the prettiest, the best and most just ruler, etc just comes across as him desperately trying to prove how much better he is than Tamlin, which obvs was intended to make him appear more attractive as the new love interest, but quite frankly it just seems kinda pathetic (I mean this affectionately, especially in the context of Tamsand. But eve beyond the ship, I just really adore pathetic fictional men).

Even in Acofas, he cannot stay away from the Spring court, he claims he needs to go there for diplomatic reasons, but he literally has courtiers? He has send both Cassian and Lucien on diplomatic missions before? Why would he personally need to go?

But, when he meets with Tamlin, he tells him that being with Feyre (his mate and supposedly love of his life?!) isn't enough, and he tries to goad Tamlin into a fight. (He wants to wrestle him so bad it makes him look stupid fr). When Tamlin doesn‘t respond like Rhysand hopes, he gets disappointed and dejected. Later, he returns and cooks Tamlin food, an action that has been explicitly romantically coded in this series...

Also, as a side note throughout that entire interaction, Rhys' internal monologue can't shut up about how green Tamlin‘s eyes are.

I'm hyper critical of the Acotar series and Sjm on the best of days, I don't like how Rhysand's character is written at all. But reading him as the most egregious case of a closeted gay guy channelling all his surpressed feelings into being the most toxic ex might be the only way his character writing can be redeemed for me personally (unfortunately Sjm is too much of a coward to ever purposefully write this).

I know its never gonna happen in canon, but to me the perfect resolution to the series would be Rhysand and Tamlin resolving their gay rivalry and finally getting together to live out their thruth as the disaster couple they were clearly meant to be. While Feyre and her sisters get to go off and be free from the clutches of all these toxic men.

[l-starsz]

Billie convincing reader to let her eat her pussy on her period

I'm inlove with your fics, you're such a damn good writer 🫶🏽🫶🏽

a/n: this probably isn’t great because i’m SOOO tired and my head is pounding rn but i hope it’s good at least🥲 and thank you so much ml!! i’m so sorry this took ages for me to write🫶

billie and i were laying in bed together, watching a movie. her back was resting against the comfy pillows on our bed, whilst my back was resting against her front. i was sat between her legs, and her hands were lightly resting against my thighs. we were both intrigued in the movie, or so i thought. whilst i was watching, and keeping up with the storyline, billies hands began to wander. they roamed up my stomach, cupping my boobs gently, before moving down again to this time, rest against my inner thighs.

i really tried to focus on the movie, but i just couldn't with her hands all over me. i knew nothing could happen, i was on my period, which meant that i had to wait a few more days until she could touch me. i'd been so horny. i was desperate for her, but we both knew that nothing could be done about it. well, she could fix my horniness, but i felt bad for asking her to do that when i was on my period. so i waited, and somehow put up with the feeling of being unbearably horny almost all day, every day.

soon enough, i felt her pressing light kisses behind my ear, down my neck, before lightly whispering in my ear.

"can i try something, baby?"

i slightly turned in her arms so that i could see her face, before answering her in a hushed tone.

"and what would that be, hm bil?"

"please can i taste you?"

my eyebrows furrowed and i looked away as i wondered why she was even asking. she knew i was on my period. she'd practically been taking care of me for the last few days. grabbing me a hot water bottle, or holding me in her arms whenever my cramps worsened. getting me whatever food i wanted when i was craving something. making sure i was drinking plenty of water. she really was the best. i just didn't understand why she was asking this now.

"i.. baby, you know i'm still on my period."

"i know.. i just can't wait!! i want to taste you please, love. i'll do anything."

i hesitated slightly. what if i made a mess, and then she got mad? what if i didn't taste good? she must have noticed the look on my face because she began speaking again.

"if you're not comfortable with this, then we don't have to do it. but i promise you that you don't need to overthink it, there should be no what if's filling your mind. you know i love you no matter what. i think you're the most perfect girl in the world."

how did she know?

it was like she could read my mind.

"pleaseeee? pinky promise i'll take great care of you, angel. just like always. pretty please?"

if i hadn't been so horny for the last few days, i probably would've said no, but that side of my brain just took over. i needed her so so bad. i reminded myself that she would always love me. this wasn't going to change that. she wanted this just as much as i did.

"if i say yes, can you put a towel down? you know.. just in case?" i mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

"of course, angel. whatever makes you feel the most comfortable." she answered me, placing soft kisses on my forehead.

once i'd spent a short amount of time thinking about it, i looked back into her eyes and nodded.

"i need you billie."

she just smirked at my words, before sitting me up slightly so that she could move from behind me, and settle in between my legs instead.

it didn't take her long to leave the room and grab a towel, folding it slightly and placing it underneath me. she sat on her knees at first, slowly pulling my pyjamas and underwear down so that she had the perfect view of me. once our clothes had been discarded in a messy pile on the floor, she leaned down to lay on her stomach, getting even closer to my core. i let out a needy whine when all she did was lightly blow against my pussy.

she could already see how wet i was. i hadn't told her about how needy id been for the past few days, but i think that as soon as she caught a glance of how wet i was, she immediately realised. she didn't bother to waste any more time, diving straight in. her tongue ran a long stripe up my pussy, before focusing on my clit. she was trying to get me wetter, it wasn't like she needed me to be wetter, she just wanted to tease. i reached my hands down to grab her hair, pulling her impossibly closer to my core in an attempt to get her to move faster.

we both knew that i was already pretty sensitive because of how long i'd needed this, so it wouldn't take her long to get me close, which was why she was trying to drag it out as much as possible. she wanted me to last as long as i could.

her tongue flicked my clit, before licking and slurping, just doing as much as she could to bring me pleasure. after what felt like an eternity, she finally moved to push her tongue inside of me. she worked her tongue against my tight walls as they squeezed against her. my orgasm was approaching fast, and my arousal must have been dripping all over the lower half of her face. at that point, i'd completely forgot that i was on my period, and i think billie had forgotten too. we were both too focused on me finishing.

i was so close, and to add to the pleasure, she pressed her fingers on my clit, quickly rubbing circles against it, making my moans as loud as they could get. i couldn't hold it any longer. no matter how hard i tried, i was too desperate.

"billie! baby, can i cum for you? please?" i moaned out.

"that's ittt." she praised, "cum for me, my love."

as soon as i heard those words, my orgasm hit me. my moans and cries were broken whilst i let the feeling consume me. my back was arching off the bed, and my hands were still tangled in billies hair, gripping onto it tight to ground myself slightly.

as i started to come down from my high, my grip loosened on her hair, and i felt one of her hands gently rubbing my stomach to help me calm down. when i finally flopped against the bed, trying to catch my breath, billie pulled her face away from me, looking into my eyes with a proud smile. all i could see was a mixture of my arousal, and blood dripping down her chin and coating her lips.

my cheeks turned red and i covered my face, embarrassed even though i knew billie was just happy that she'd made me feel good.

i didn't even notice her come closer to my face until i felt her carefully grabbing my wrists to pry my hands away from my face, and i heard her pretty voice.

"don't be embarrassed, angel. can i go clean you up now?"

"please." i nodded and thanked her, allowing myself to be lifted up in her arms, my head resting on my shoulder out of exhaustion.

once we took a long shower, and pampered each other, it was time for us to get back in bed and watch movies for the rest of the day, enjoying each others company just like usual.

[thebluester2020]

[TWST] "Umbrella"

Summary: You hadn’t had the chance to see Malleus for a while due to your busy schedule as of late. But after Malleus suggests that you two briefly hang out in between your classes, despite it practically raining cats and dogs, you won’t let bad weather stop you from your plans to see him!

Warning(s): Porn with plot ngl, Public sex(In a way? Reader and Malleus do it in the Botanical Gardens but no one's there), Munch Malleus.

Side Note(s): This is what listening to Rihanna’s “Umbrella” on repeat does to a mf. Also, there may some *slight* OOC Malleus in here. I’m still not on the Diasomnia book yet *sigh*

You haven’t had the chance to see Malleus lately. It seemed like everything in the universe wanted to keep you away from him suddenly!

If it wasn’t your classes, it was your homework and when Malleus offered to help you with your homework, you were all of a sudden whisked away to do busy work for Crowley. If those two options didn’t come in your path then you were tired from rushing around campus all day, sitting through lecture after lecture and the toll of being in an unfamiliar world taking it’s toll on you! Sure, the amount was dwindling by the day as you began to forget what your old life used to be like but, you still thought about home here and there.

But in the face of Malleus? Not to mention, the idea of leaving him-

The idea of returning became less and less appealing.

“Class dismissed, pups!” Crewel shouted as soon as the bell had rung, loudly signaling that class was over for the day. You wiped the sweat from your brow, fanning your face too for good measure as the experiment you had to perform with Grim dealt with a ton of fire magic. You were certain that you were going to smell like smoke and flames for weeks on end after this! And yet, once you had packed your things and turned down the long hallway out of the classroom…your day was immediately brightened, all by spotting a familiar set of horns up ahead.

You called out “Malleus!” With a bright grin, as if all the tiredness had left your body in a single instance.

The pair of horns stopped moving, moving left and right before stilling to look straight ahead as you pushed and wormed your way through the crowd before you were standing in front of your boyfriend. He looked as princely and perfect as ever it seemed, even though it was the middle of the day, it seemed that nothing could get even a single hair to get out of place!

“Y/N.” Malleus said your name with such softness that it made your heart swoon and make your mind suddenly feel as if it had been dropped onto a bed of clouds. “How have you been? It’s been-“

“A while,” You finished for him as your face began to flush red. “I…I’m not avoiding you! I-I hope you don’t see it that way.”

The Briar prince then placed a hand on your head, a silent way of comforting you before he slowly shook your head. “I am grateful that you merely wish to be in my presence, nothing could make me think you’re avoiding me.” He said. “And besides, even if such a thing were the case. I would talk to you first.” Malleus then looked around him to see that the crowds of passing periods had mostly died down to nothing but a few late stragglers here and there, as much as he wanted to continue talking to you…stop time right this instance if it meant that he would remain in your presence for but a second longer…he knew that you were busy. Especially seeing as your magic wasn’t your own and you relied on another for it.

"Are you free to spend time together this afternoon? I want to see you." His words practically flew out of his mouth before he could fully think about what he was asking of you. Suddenly, he worried that you would decline, that you would be busy around lunchtime or that you had already made plans around that time! He tried telling himself that the rejection was fine, that you had your own hobbies and friends to tend to but—

"O-Of course!" You responded excitedly, sweeping away his thoughts in a heartbeat as you practically glowed with excitement. Not a single answer that was along the lines of 'no' ever dared to cross your mind as you nearly jumped up and down like an excited toddler. "Where do you want to meet?"

"Near Ramshackle," He said with a soft smile. "There's no pressure, of course, I just...really want to see you, we've barely had any time to ourselves these days. Especially without interruption." You couldn't have agreed more as ideas of what the both of you would do during your afternoon date floated around in your head, all before you placed a kiss on Malleus' cheek. "It's a date then." You nearly burst into flames when Malleus responded via kissing you on the lips, a chaste and fleeting gesture but filled with enough passion and love to power a dozen suns.

"I look forward to our date then."

. . .

When you heard the thunder, you thought the world itself was trying to play some cruel trick on you. When it was close to your last class ending, you desperately tricked and told yourself that it was just your imagination! After all, no one else in the class even thought to react to the sound of an oncoming rainstorm much less your teacher! But...the second the bell had rung and you had stepped out of the building...the sight of rain practically pouring down from the heavens as if someone up there had tipped over a bucket, disappointment and annoyance filled your entire body in a rush. You were looking forward to your date, you didn't want a single thing to take away the possibility of you being able to hang out with your boyfriend after so long.

So, with a strike of determination all of a sudden, you pulled your backpack over your head and began to run as fast as you could through the rain. Yet, with the rain coming down so hard, the ground started to become slippery, your vision becoming blurrier and blurrier by the second it seemed while your backpack was starting to become drenched, all before...you found yourself standing in the middle of the rain, the mist fogging up the distance ahead of you without leaving a single clue as to where you were supposed to turn next.

"Shit..." You cursed to yourself quietly. You almost had a mind to tear up, all you wanted was a peaceful impromptu date! And yet—you gasped when you felt a warm force gently tug you somewhere out of the pouring rain. Before you knew it, your feet were no longer standing on a cobblestone path but soft grass, and eventually...shelter. The smell of flowers and all types of magical herbs entered your nostrils, combined with the misty scent due to the rain, it made for a pleasant yet crisp scent. Eventually, however, you took your backpack from above your head to drop it next to your feet. "Malleus?" You looked over to see him peacefully sitting on one of the benches, smiling as if he hadn't done a single thing.

He gently chuckled as he rose from his seat to walk over to you. "You're drenched, my love." You sighed, embarrassed. "The rain came out of nowhere..." You mumbled.

He nodded his head, doing his best to dry you off with his magic until his eyes widened at your shirt practically being see-through. He cleared his throat and looked away, the sight of his embarrassed expression confusing you for only a brief moment until you blushed yourself and quickly covered yourself as best you could. "S-Sorry..." You mumbled. "Maybe it would have been better to have postponed this—"

"No." He interrupted you. "...I wouldn't want to go any longer without seeing you, but...I didn't mean for you to risk getting sick, having your clothes ruined because of me."

You immediately took his face into your hands, huffing in annoyance. "Don't say that! I'd run through a million rainstorms if it meant that I'd get to see you in the end!" The both of you stared at each other for a long while, basking in each other's presence whilst Malleus basked in the sight of love swimming around in your eyes. He could hardly contain himself from kissing you silly as his hands came to rest on your hips, yet, as his eyes steadily traveled from your gaze and eventually rested on your slightly exposed breasts...a slow exhale left his lips as a familiar warmth started to travel through his being.

Yet, he tried to remain respectful of the fact that you may have been cold. "Forgive me," He looked away from your chest. "We need to get you a change of clothes, you...must be cold, right?" When you felt his grip around your waist tighten, your hands traveled from his face to rest on his shoulders as a smirk steadily crept onto your lips.

"Why don't you warm me up? We're alone." Your sex throbbed at the sight of Malleus' eyes beginning to darken with lust when you tugged him closer to you, feeling the tent in his pants against your stomach. "Are you sure?" He asked, searching for any signs of hesitancy in your eyes before you nodded your head eagerly.

"Please."

He could hardly wait for another second as his lips suddenly smashed against your own, weeks of unbridled passion and longing contained in each breathless moan that left his lips, his hands grabbing at every part of your skin as he struggled not to simply tear through your clothing in order to get to your skin even sooner. "My love..." He moaned. His hands flew to the buttons on your shirt, unbuttoning them with skill and precision before he was graced by the sight of your skin. Like a dog suddenly introduced to a slab of meat, his mouth watered at the sight, almost struggling to figure out which part of your skin he wanted to kiss first until he finally decided on the valley between your breasts.

"M-Malleus—!" You grabbed at his hair when his head suddenly dived down to begin peppering kisses along your breasts, his sharp nails leaving goosebumps in their wake as they teasingly trailed up the sides of your body and eventually to the clasp of your bra. "So pretty, my love." He praised, accentuating each word with a kiss to your chest until he latched onto one of your nipples. The feeling of his long tongue rolling around your nipple made your cunt clench around nothing, slick beginning to pool in the center of your panties before beginning to leak down your thighs. "Malleus..." You continued to whine his name like a prayer as he continued to suck and lightly bite at your nipple, sinfully lewd groans mixed with soft moans and gasps leaving your boyfriend's lips as he looked up at you as if you held the entire world in your grasp.

You wanted nothing more than to sit on his cock, ride him all in an effort to hear more of his delicious noise but...he was nothing if not attentive to your needs first and foremost before his own.

"Please..." You whispered as you found enough strength to weakly move one of your hands from Malleus' hair and to his hair. He groaned at the contact as you gently tugged him from your chest. "D-Down there..." He smirked at your shyness to tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to your cunt. Another time, he'd tease you and urge you to tell him exactly what you wanted to ensure your utmost pleasure, yet...as he began to see the rain begin to steadily let up. He knew he'd have to hurry things along.

"So needy~" He purred. Slowly, Malleus lowered himself to a crouch, the feeling of his warm breath on your clothed pussy as he gently lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder making you lick your lips in anticipation. His hands slipped down your sides, eventually coming to rest themselves on your thighs before his fingers found their way underneath your skirt. You were practically dripping, the arousing sight making the prince almost wish that the rain would last forever if it meant that he'd have a chance to sink himself into your heat. Yet, he was willing to take whatever he could get— "You don't have to stare..." Your embarrassed murmur tore him from his perverted thoughts, causing him to chuckle in response.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, my dear—" His finger slowly moved your soaked underwear to the side, strings of your glistening slick still connecting you to your panties while more oozed out from your twitching sex. "—we've done this countless times before, haven't we?" Before you could answer, you felt Malleus' thumb begin to gently rub circles onto your clit before he started to teasingly kiss and lick at your sex, stealing your breath right from your lungs as you struggled to keep yourself standing upright. His grip on your thighs tightened as his soft lips wrapped around your bud, his tongue beginning to flick it and rub it in circles.

Never once did his eyes leave your own as Malleus ate you out, one of your hands continuing to massage your boob while another slowly traveled to softly pet at Malleus' head before coming to grip at one of his horns. He grunted into your cunt, the vibration making you buck into his mouth before...the sight of his hand beginning to travel to free his cock from his pants nearly made you cum right then and there. Malleus felt like a pervert, fisting his cock while he ate you out like a man starved but he couldn't help it! You tasted soooo good and your attempts to keep yourself quiet but ultimately failing only made more pre-cum drip down from his cock and onto the grass below.

"You're dripping, my love, does my mouth feel that good?" You nodded your head, the telltale sign of your orgasm beginning to approach shown in the way that your eyes began to fog over and your thighs began to twitch. He then pushed one his slender fingers into your sex before curling up, finding your g-spot with ease and making you buck even more. Malleus smirk, wrapping his lips around your bud once more to work in tandem with his fingers. "Fuck..." You moaned. "Malleus—"

"I know, my love, I know." He whispered against your cunt, his voice soft and full of lust as he increased the movements of his fingers as he sucked your clit even harder. You were only able to moan and whine as your body shook with pleasure, lewd squelching and groaning coming from between your thighs as Malleus both worked to bring you to your high as well as continue to pleasure himself, slick noises emitting from his fist as he fucked his hand even faster. "M-Malleus...I'm gonna—c-cumming—" Malleus nodded between your legs, quickening his pace as he pressed his face even deeper into your cunt. Your grip on his horn tightened, making him moan as you came with a silent scream.

Your back arched as Malleus continued to eat you out, the slight pains of overstimulation making you whine as he continued to fist his cock, his moans vibrating against your clit before he suddenly stilled, releasing your clit with a lewd 'pop' as he hissed and whined out your name. The both of you stood there for a while longer, letting yourselves fall back down to earth from your orgasms until...the feeling of Malleus pressing a kiss to your thigh and slowly taking your leg from his thigh snapped you from your hazy brain.

Then, the prince chuckled as he adjusted himself back into his pants, standing back up and quickly wrapping an arm around your back to steady you. "Look, the rain stopped."

[valiasims]

WIP#49

My test sim has been really busy these days baking these food to see how they work. :D I have been busy too working on the objects you can see here.

I added a refrigerated display for the baked goods. First I used the display from Get to Work but I wanted it to be base game. I managed to change the tuning so the food placed in it and on top of it will go bad slower. Although it won't get dirty and doesn't have the other funcionalities as the Get to Work one but I think it just needs to keep food fresh, nobody wants to clean them every second. :D

I also finished the texturing for the counter tops and I decided on a terrazzo texture.

I made some display cases, which will too keep food fresh! They can be placed on the islands, on top of each other or on the big display.

I plan to make some deco food items but I want these objects to work with the in-game food (or cc food) so you can sell them in your bakery. Hopefully you can use these with the new pack and have a live-in bakery.

I am so excited for the clutter items, I have so many ideas I want to make that this might be a 3 part collection. I still need to do the cabinets (which is a big task) and I want to add the clutter and I don't want to rush this set so if it takes 3 parts then 3 parts it is!

Hope you like it so far, trust me it will look better when I progress with the items I have in mind. It will look sterile and cold. :D

[whilomm]

ig just in case anyone doesnt know how flu shots work, the basic explaination is that there isnt just ONE flu shot, because theres a ton of diff variations on the flu.

every year, they gotta do some science to guess what this years main strains are gonna be so they know what to throw into the concoction. fuck if i know how (idk just statistics? looking at this last years strains and placing a few bets?) and from what I understand its always gonna be imperfect bc well, theyre kinda trying to see the future (albeit with science on their side). who knows if one of the underdog strains is gonna shoot ahead in the race, or if new strains will mutate. if they get it mostly right, yay! this years flu shot is really effective! if they get stuff wrong, well, it should still help, just not as much

(as in, going from "having an awful case of the flu that hospitalizes you" to "feeling really icky and staying home for a few days", rather than outright preventing you from getting the flu. which from my understanding "completely preventing" is even gonna be a chance game with the really good vaccines, but like. you know what i mean. the less accurate shot still makes things Less Bad but not as Less Bad as it would have had the shot been more accurate)

....if they dont even get the chance to try and guess. hm. dunno what happens then! guess we will. see what happens. 🙃

RFK joined the war on disease on the side of disease huh

[melanchoire]

sub liz or yujin x veeeerrrryyyyy soft dom reader i beg 🙏 plot is up to u

also thank u for saving the x fem reader community!!

writing for jiwon because there is already too much yujin in my profile I HAVE THREE LIZ REQUESTS IM SO HAPPY 😭😭 jiwon stans PLEASE fill my inbox

cw: cunnilingus, face sitting, squirting.

liz is the cutest and most adorable little thing in the world 🥺 even dating her, liz still can’t overcome her shy and easily embarrassed nature :(

she blushes when you kiss her, gets nervous when you flirt with her, smiles shyly when you give her a compliment and only can respond with a simple “thank you” but try to say a compliment in response because you deserve nice words too! shy girlfriend who always tries to deal with her shyness and get out of her comfort zone just because she wants to make an effort for you and for herself

the best girl 💗 i feel like there isn’t even a punishment in your mind planned in case she misbehaves or tries your patience because liz always behaves 😭 she may have her bad days or mood swings, ignoring you a bit when you talk to her and she has to answer you or giving you a occasional dirty glance, but liz feels guilty and ends up apologizing to you when maybe she just nodded instead of responding verbally LEAVE HER ALONE

liz could dom if she weren’t so shy ☹️ she is excited to be on top and be the one in control, only for her to be embarrassed when she tries to be bossy or act intimidating after hearing herself speak in that way 😞 making you laugh and having to take matters into your own hands

trying new things with liz would be interesting 👀 she loves being eaten and is always so well behaved even if she is being overstimulated, saying “thank you baby” after cumming all over your face as if you did her a favor?? and she is pretty good with her tongue too! liz usually takes her time because she likes to take things slow, but secretly she enjoys seeing each of your little reactions to her actions and how sometimes you get a little frustrated because she is being slow and teasing you, pretty eyes giving you a cute look from between your legs as if her tongue wasn’t on your clit with her fingers buried deep in your pussy and her face full of your juices 🥰 scissors sister too! i don’t have much to say but she has that face…

face sitting with liz ❤ ️imagine telling her that today she could be on top and she is so happy and proud of the news, smiling but not knowing how to react because the words have not yet come out of her mouth. but before she can think of a response to your news, you tell her that she will be on top but you will be the one fucking her 🥰 her face going from a proud expression to a frown and a blush appearing on her cheeks as she looks at you in disbelief is a beautiful image that will be etched in your mind forever

she wants to act a little cocky but gets embarrassed quickly 🤕 liz would be standing by the bed trying to muster up enough courage to have the guts to sit on your face without chickening out in the attempt

and she does it! but not really... liz would be hovering over your face, but she notices your gaze towards her from her thighs

“i told you to sit.” and then your hands are positioned on her hips and you push her down, forcing her to sit completely on your face and feel her full weight on you 😳

liz doesn’t know what to do 😭 she is just here, sitting on her girlfriend’s face while her hands clenched into fists rest on her own thighs and whimpering with her gaze wandering around the room 🥺you just have to take your mouth off her pussy for a moment to say “go ahead princess. don’t be shy. do what you want.” so that little by little she gains confidence

and those simple words are what liz needs to finally start riding your face properly! pushing her hips against your face, grinding her pussy against your mouth… ughh it’s so hot when she arches her back and throws her head back, the cutest, sweetest moans coming from her lips as she fucks your mouth and focuses on her pleasure

groping her ass and pushing her further towards your face 😵‍💫 liz desperately begs for more and seems to be taking it very well 🥹 usually she can’t stand edging because she is very sensitive and has a hard time not cumming even if you ask her to, but she seems to be enjoying this so much that she doesn’t seem to remember it

squirting all over your face with a sweet moan that could make you cum in your pants just by hearing it 😵‍💫 liz grabs the headboard of the bed with a grip that helps her hold her body so she doesn’t collapse onto the bed and and drops her head forward as she exhales heavy sighs, but that’s when she remembers that you’re still under her and notices your current state 😭 apologizing because she doesn’t know how much you enjoyed that… but just giving her a couple of kisses to assure her that you’re okay is enough to take away her worries and keep her calm!!

and after that, she kneels between your legs, ready to return the favor because she is a sweet girlfriend who is always a good kitty for you 💕

[edamameimei]

Perhaps, Even This —chapter 14

A year ago, you were known as your friend group’s “sunshine.” You were able to light up a whole room with your energy and everyone could rely on you for your quick wit and easy humor. You lived life simply one day at a time. However, seemingly out of nowhere, that all changes. Now a Junior in university, you find it extremely difficult to do all the things you used to do. Especially being the Resident Assistant for the Geffen Dorms. New residents begin to move in and one them is a girl you could only describe as “radiant." Her name is Megan Skiendiel, and at first, you don’t welcome the positivity but as you two continue to meet and hang out, you find yourself becoming the person you used to be. Will you be able to be that person you were a year ago? Or will everything just stay the same?

14. sounds good

half written (wc: 1029)

When the clock finally strikes 12 AM, you sigh in relief. You can finally clock out and go to bed. You begin to feel bad for the next person who has to take over your shift, knowing it can only get crazier from this point on considering it is still the peak of Halloween night. You pick your stuff up, not even bothering to wait for the next person to come and take over. You’re tired and it is no longer your problem. 

That is, until you hear that obnoxious beep, meaning a resident has just scanned into the building. 

You let out an aggravated huff, turning around to hopefully not see a drunk resident on your clock. What you’re met with is much worse, however. Standing in front of you is Megan, with her heels in her hands and her makeup slightly runny. The sight makes your eyes soften, especially when you begin to notice that the younger girl seems to be in a bit of distress. You tilt your head, concern written on your face. “Are you okay?” Megan smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. For the first time since knowing her, she doesn’t seem as excited as she usually is. Her hyperactive energy seems depleted and she just isn’t herself. 

You walk towards her, a frown evident on your lips. You grab her heels and place a hand on her shoulder. In other cases, you would turn the other way. Being a Resident Assistant for a college dorm is not for the weak. There are days where you often ignore the clinking sounds in resident’s bags when they pop out then pop right back into the dorm hall. You try to ignore the glazed over look in their eyes when you’re required to do your one-on-one checks ins with your residents. It’s just too much paperwork and you are only one person in charge of 20 other college kids. You really rather not put more on your plate. 

But this was Megan. And you hate to admit it but the ginger girl really did sneak her way into your life. 

That’s how you find yourself walking her to her dorm that is only one floor away. You tell yourself you’re only doing it because your own room is only a few doors away and you just want to make sure she can’t get into more trouble. But Jen would say otherwise. So, you’re grateful that the girl isn’t around to give you shit for this. 

The walk is silent for the most part. You find it strange that Megan isn’t talking your ear off and for some reason, you want to end the silence. It was driving you crazy. But, when you two finally get back to her dorm, she finally speaks. Her voice is quiet and for some reason it kills you. “Parties aren’t really my thing… I’m starting to notice.” You look at her, letting a chuckle escape your lips. “Really? I thought you’d love em’.” Megan shrugs, running a hand through her hair. “Me too… But I guess…” She trails off, biting her lip. After a moment, she just shakes her head, looking down to dig in her purse for her keys to her room. You furrow your brows at her sudden silence and place a hand on her shoulder. “Megan?” She doesn’t look up though. When she finally finds her keys, she quickly unlocks the door and looks up to give you another small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n…” She makes a move to walk inside but before you can stop yourself, you grab her wrist gently. She looks at you again, her lip trembling slightly. 

The sight of her being so vulnerable overwhelms you. You pull her into a tight hug, holding her tighter against you when you feel her body shake slightly. She was crying. She buries her head into the crook of your neck and holds onto the collar of your Geffen Dorms polo shirt. Her voice cracks as she speaks through her tears. “Maybe I’m just too much sometimes…” You bite your lip at her words because you know exactly how that feels. And you hate thinking about Megan knowing that feeling.

Sure, she’s quite clingy. And can in fact get on your nerves most days. But every single time, Megan manages to put a smile on your face. Seeing her walk through the entrance of the dorms makes something inside of you light up. When she smiles at you, basically skipping towards you, it causes pieces of the facade you’ve created to fall. You’re still not sure if that’s a good thing but right now, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

You have to see Megan smile once before you go to bed. It’s a must. 

You pull away slightly from the girl, one of your arms around her waist and the other reaching up to place a hand on her shoulder. You tell her quietly, “I think… You’re enough.” She lights up at your words and pulls you back closer, hugging you so tightly that you feel a bit lightheaded by her presence. The feeling scares you shitless. After a few moments, you pull away completely, your cheeks flush and your thoughts going 100 mph. You look away, rubbing the back of your neck as you chuckle nervously. You hear Megan giggle and you know you’ve successfully completed your mission for the night. You murmur softly, “well… I’ll let you go to bed…” You look back at her to see the ginger girl smiling brightly and you can’t help but feel relieved. She nods, placing a hand on the handle of her dorm and before she goes inside, she looks at you one last time. “Tell your friend Soobin thank you for me by the way… He walked me home!” You give her a thumbs up and she nods, smiling one last time. She goes into her room and once the door clicks, you let out a loud sigh. 

You tiredly make your way towards your own room. Before unlocking the door, you take your phone out and go to your messages.

a/n: sad megan but reader makes it all better <333 lmk what you guys think! also u haven't seen it already, i posted a sophia x reader fic yesterday if you're interested :)

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[sturniolo04]

heyy i love your fics! i was wondering if you could write a dad matt fic where like his daughter gets their first period when her moms away on a work trip or smt and he’s panicking and has to deal with it. idk, their period cramp stimulator vid got me thinking, it was really funny. tyy

Girl dad!Husband!matt x girlmom!wife!reader

Dividers: @issysh3ll and @mintsturniolo

A/n: ofc I absolutely loved this request I put a slight spin on the work trip part and related some similar experiences I have had with my on time of the month but I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it! Remember if you want me to write a request for you leave it in my inbox! Also, If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, its up to you :)-Charli

It was only a matter of time before your daughter, lily, hit that puberty point in a young girls life, her period, and you as a mom had always hoped you would be there to help her through her first one. Although because of your demanding career you had at the hospital you were gone for most of the day and often times come home early the next morning, like 2 in the morning early .

Today being one of the days you were at the hospital all day seeing patients and wouldn’t be home until hopefully midnight that night which leaves lily and your husband Matt to their own devices for the day.

“Hey lily bug”

Matt greets his daughter coming into her room curled up in a tight ball on her bed which raises concern immediately.

“What’s wrong are you okay”

Matt questions his 14 year old daughter quickly coming over and sitting on her bed next to her.

“My stomach is really hurting and I don’t know why dad”

Lily whines and groans out the cramps were setting in and of course she didn’t know that’s what they were.

“What does it feel like’

Matt questions trying to understand what he could do to alleviate her stomach pain.

“I don’t know it’s just hurting really really bad’

She huffs out trying not to cry. You hoped that lily wouldn’t inherit your severe cramps like you have when it is your time of the month but that might not be the case and Matt knew how to handle your cramps but that was simply because he was paying attention because he was dating you and married you but it was different when it was his daughter.

“I’m sorry sweetheart maybe try going to the bathroom”

Matt suggests not thinking too much of it as she listens making her way to the bathroom connected to her room. Matt heads downstairs sending you a quick text saying that lily wasn’t feeling too good today and that they would be home mostly all day. He immediately was startled when he heard lily scream for him.

“DADD’

lily exclaims from upstairs. Matt immediately runs upstairs to see what was wrong.

“It’s not the normal color”

She exclaims showing him what appeared to be a toliet paper with a shade of deep red on it.

“Oh my god okay calm down first go throw that away an-“

Matt states simply a little disgusted he witnessed that but quickly got cut off when lily crumbles to the floor sobbing seeing the cramps were starting to hurt more and more.

“Ah I don’t know what to do dad it still hurts”

She sobs out honestly laying in a ball on the floor.

“Uh okay hold on I know let me call mom”

Matt panicks out picking up his phone dialing your number.

“Hello”

He hears you finally speak on the other end of the line.

“Um hey babe so your daughter started her period and she’s freaking out and I don’t know what to do’

Matt rushes out to you in the phone running a panicked hand through his fluffy hair. Of course of all days it happens when you are at work

“Ok um ask her how bad does the cramps hurt from a scale of 1-10 10 being the worst”

You instruct. Mattt immediately following your instruction sits on the floor next to his daughter sobbing uncontrollably.

“Hey lil moms asking on a scale of 1-10 how bad it hurts’

Matt asks his daughter softly combing his fingers through her hair.

“A 11”

She sobs out looking up at matt with tears streaming down her cheeks.

‘She says 11 babe”

Matt replies to you in the phone. You couldn’t help but think of what matt could do to make her more comfortable, knowing the first day is always the worse for girls.

“Okay maybe grab my heating pack and place it on her stomach and see if that helps I know it helps me also make sure you grab some of my tampons for her to use throughout the day’

You suggest before hanging up the call because you were about to go into an appointment as matt quickly gets up to go into your guys master bed room to get just that. He brought it back plugging it up and laying it across his daughter stomach.

“Here leave this here and see if that works sweetheart”

Matt states softly sitting back down on the carpeted floor lifting lily’s head onto his lap as her sobbing starts to slow down feeling the heat on her stomach begin soothe the aching.

What felt like an hour passed by and it appeared that the heating pack was working and that she was able to go back to sleep for a nap but it wasn’t until Matt noticed her face and how it looked like she was trying not to throw up. Although this puzzled Matt because you didn’t throw up or get nauseous when it was your time of month or maybe you did and never told him that could potentially be a factor. Matt shook it off continuing to rest his eyes while he ran his hand through lily’s messy brunette hair.

“Dad-“

Lily softly speak out continuously swallowing not wanting to give into the nauseous feeling just yet.

“I don’t feel so good I feel like I’m going to puke”

Lily chokes out slowly sitting up from Matt’s lap. Matt didn’t know how to respond to his daughter because he never had to encounter this part of a girl’s cycle.. ever. Lily quickly standing up running to the restroom leaning over the toilet gasping preparing her body for the worse because she could feel the nauseous heat rising through her body.

“Oh goodness it’s okay lily bug”

Matt coos as he stands behind her leaning figure pulling her hair out of the way and grabbing the hair tie he always kept on his wrist to tie her hair into a ponytail, a skill he got really good at during your pregnancy with lily when the morning sickness was bad. He always made a habit of keeping hair ties on his wrist for both you and his daughter because you two were always loosing them collectively around the house which lead him to always picking them up and keeping them on him so, whenever you two asked for one, he had them ready knowing it was probably one that you two ended up loosing.

“Dad I-I’m scared”

Lily sobs out as she is still leaning over the toilet almost like she was holding herself back from spilling everything into the toliet. That’s the one thing you both knew about lily, throwing up was something she had an irrational fear of, seeing it, and most importantly when she herself had to do it, terrified her.

“It’s okay just let it out you probably will feel better if you do sweetheart”

He coos out to her and as if on cue lily spills everything in her stomach into the toliet bowl. Matt felt bad that he couldn’t do anything more to help her feel any better. Once she finished, her face appeared pale and colorless, she was really going through it.

It was about 11pm and the whole day it was an off and on struggle of throwing up and cramps, but eventually the nausea did die down to be able to allow lily to fall asleep on the couch. The house was a mess and it just occurred to Matt that she hadn’t been able to eat anything all day because of the nausea and throwing up. Matt lets out a quiet sigh seeing he and lily were on the couch with her head in his lap fast asleep. You finally walk through the door gazing immediately over to the couch to see the exhausted pair.

“Hi”

You quietly greet Matt since he was still awake, leaning over the couch to place a sweet kiss to his lips. Matt hums a greeting to you.

“How is she how’d she do”

You ask sitting down carefully next to Matt on the couch beginning to carefully tread your fingers softly through your daughters brunette hair that she definitely got from Matt color wise.

“It was a struggle but we made it through’

Matt sighs out as he places his free hand on your thighs you currently had tucked next to your body on the couch.

“I meant to text you and let you know that she was throwing up like off and on for the past four hours it was almost like a consistent schedule it was weird so she hasn’t eaten at all today yet because of it”

Matt huffs out leaning his head against the couch head rest.

“No my poor girl”

You sigh out. Lily slowly moves around slightly waking up but not fully yet.

“Is that normal”

Matt asks curious. You look at him with a confused face.

“Is what normal”

You question as you begin to take your free hand and run it through Matt’s messy curls.

“The throwing up like do you have that everytime you are on your period”

Matt asks as you quietly giggle. That was the part of your period you always concealed from Matt because it was simply gross.

“Um yeah”

You trail off trying not to giggle too loudly to wake up lily. Matt’s jaw goes slack at your reply.

“So what you throw up when it is your time of the month”

Matt asks gazing into your brown eyes truly perplexed that he was just now finding out this information about you. You let out a soft giggle and nod your head.

“What no way how come you never told me that every time when I came over to your place when we were dating and it was that time of the month you seemed okay to me other than the cramps”

Matt questions out chuckling slightly.

“Because one I didn’t want you to know”

You trail off as Matt chuckles at your serious expression painted on your face.

“And two I would always plan after or around the first day of my period so you never saw the first day because that day is always the worse no matter what your period is like regularly”

You giggle moving your hand caressing your husbands jaw leaning a pressing a sweet kiss to his lips after. You and matt chuckle into the kiss as lily starts stirring awake, sitting up carefully from Matt’s lap.

“Hey lily girl”

You greet her as she finally realizes your presence since she hasn’t seen you all day.

“Hi mom”

She groans out sleep still evident in her voice as she stands up to go over to the other side of the couch to cuddle into your sitting figure.

“I started my period”

She huffs out as you begin to gently rub your ringed palm up and down her arm comfortingly and also leaving a quick kiss to her temple.

“Dad told me how do you feel”

You ask already knowing the answer.

“Terrible they didn’t talk about this in health class at all”

She replies rolling her eyes. You let out a small chuckle.

“I’m hungry”

She sighs out slowly stretching her aching body from being constricted with severe cramps all day.

“Well what do you have a taste for”

You chuckling knowing that the cravings were bound to kick in.

“I don’t know pizza”

She giggles out a little as Matt rolls his eyes.

“Okay yeah that’s your daughter for sure”

Matt laughs out knowing that you always crave the exact same thing after your first day in previous conversations you two have had.

“Let me guess pepperoni and olives”

Matt questions knowing that those are the exact toppings you would ask for which always appalled him. You quickly smack his arm with your free hand as he laughs at the gesture.

“That sounds really good actually”

You daughter chirps out as Matt and you laugh.

“Okay then let me order it then”

Matt chuckles standing up leaving a kiss onto both of your heads and going to go and grab his phone.

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[iggyshippingcorner]

working on something to post here that’s a bit odd, but I’m just so taken with it. it essentially boils down to “low level telepathy soulmate bullshit meant to torture robotnik specifically”. robotnik starts picking up subconscious thoughts from stone when they’re in the lab together and it leads to them kissing about it. how do i get from point A to point B? no idea!

included what i have so far under the cut in case anyone’s interested :D

*~~~~~~~~~~~~*

It starts with a whisper.

Touch me. Touch me.

Robotnik’s on hour 27 of his workday, and auditory hallucinations are fairly par for the course. As much as he likes to treat his body like a machine, there are still undeniable faults and quirks in his biological programming. And they are hallucinations, must be, because Stone is within eyesight and very unconscious, and the odd whispers are most certainly his voice. ( why exactly he is hallucinating stone’s voice saying such things is not something he wishes to look at directly, so he doesn’t. )

He does nothing about it. They’re easy enough to ignore, just barely audible and slipping between his own half-hearted mumblings as he finishes the final touches on the new prototype coming to life in his hands. Stone continues to sleep at his work station, slumped down onto his desk.

He’s doing that thing again where he lies so still and silent in his little corner that Robotnik half wonders if he’s even still alive, but he’s got Stone’s vitals up on a mostly unused holoscreen for monitoring, and he’s doing just fine. He ought to send the man home, but he’d just turn right back up at the lab with a head full of ideas about Robotnik’s own sleep schedule and health and what-have-you.

Touch me. Touch me.

He finishes the prototype right as the sun begins to rise again, and he pushes himself back away from his worktable, wheeled chair squeaking loudly in the otherwise silent lab. Stone jerks upright at the noise, vitals flashing briefly as he goes from deep slumber to wide awake alarmingly quickly. A slight gesture hides the vitals from view, dispelling the data as Stone stands from his desk and rejoins the land of the living with uncanny speed.

“Nice of you to rejoin us,” Robotnik drawls. “How was your beauty sleep?”

Stone’s only signs of having just woken up are the strands of hair coming free of his usual slicked back hairstyle and falling against his forehead, and the way he actually opens his mouth to answer the entirely hypothetical question. Robotnik cuts him off with a flapping hand before he can even begin. “Ababab— not interested. I need you to ready the indoor range for testing. This bad boy is finally ready for some hands on fieldwork.”

Stone lights up at the declaration, and he takes a couple cautious steps towards the worktables gathered at the centre of the lab floor. His eyes are all shiny and wide, filled with adoration that goes fully unhindered by his sudden awakening and apparent exhaustion. Robotnik magnanimously allows him closer, and then close enough to admire the prototype properly, knowing well what would come spilling out of his agent’s mouth.

You are magnificent. Incredible. A wonder to behold. I’m in awe of you, always, always.

“It’s amazing, doctor! Your work is magnificent, as always.”

Dual tones. Robotnik has to focus to parse the whispers, lurking just beneath Stone’s spoken words. They are so much more… they’re directed at him, in a way that Stone only rarely uses— sparing in his direct compliments after the incident with the incendiary grenade prototype that nearly demolished their entire working floor.

( look, it’d been a long day and Robotnik hadn’t expected such direct and effusive praise. he dropped the damn thing on accident and nearly lost both eyebrows AND his moustache. they don’t talk about it. )

He has to clamp down on every traitorous reaction his sleep-deprived body attempts to make in response to the perceived ego stroke. It’s not even real, for crying out loud! He allows himself a victory smirk at the real, verbal praise, however. It is rather incredible, isn’t it? “Of course it is, Stone. How could it be anything less?”

[bone-trash]

What do we think about Simon and Johnny in retirement and Simon is wheelchair bound and Johnny had hearing aids????

Oooooh shit Aggie you’re just hittin me with the heat every day! One of these days I’ll write a fic about this Retirement!AU of mine but I fear it would be too sweet and have no conflict at all!

——

Simon is wheelchair bound as far as his physical therapists/drs/insurance company is concerned but that wiley motherfucker will still make his way around the house on his crutches for as long as he can if you don’t WATCH HIM. The steroid shots he gets every couple of months that help with his spinal injury making him feel REALLY good and if Johnny doesn’t make him take it easy he’ll be worse off than before. On the bad days Johnny’s has to haul him up bride style to get him back to bed, which is now on the first floor for ease of movement. Simon hates feeling babied but when John lays him out on his stomach and rubs hand down his spine with that perfect pressure the complaints die in his throat.

Johnny’s hearing loss is what got him discharged in the first place. The tinnitus he’d experienced for a couple days after every big mission for years eventually graduating to total loss in his right ear. He’d gotten really good at reading lips, and in Simon’s case the creases around his eyes, but could only fake his way past so many medical checks. It took Johnny a while to consistently wear the damn thing, feeling like an old man for needing a hearing aid at barely 30 years old. Even though Simon encourages him to wear it for his own good, he learns to stand by Johnny’s left side so he can always hear him a bit, and sleeps on the left side of their bed.

[hunieday]

9th Anniversary story - Chapter 8 : The climax begins.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Chapter 8: The Climax Begins

Izumi Iori: Sigh…

Izumi Mitsuki: Ehehe! I totally surprised you back there.

Izumi Iori: Nii-san…

Izumi Mitsuki: Don’t worry. I’ll still win fair and square even if you don’t hold back.

Izumi Iori: …Haha… Alright.

Izumi Iori: No, actually, I won’t lose today. I’ll take back victory.

Izumi Mitsuki: I won’t lose either! I’m gonna win the whole thing! See ya later!

Izumi Iori: Fufu…

Nanase Riku: What was that all about?

Izumi Iori: That awkward story we mentioned the other day.

Izumi Iori: Nine years ago, Nii-san and I received a pair of sneakers from our grandfather.

Izumi Iori: At the time, I was eight years old while Nii-san was twelve.

Izumi Iori: Back then, I was growing fast, intelligent, and athletic.

Nanase Riku: You really just said that about yourself?

Izumi Iori: It was around that time that people started comparing me and Nii-san.

Nanase Riku: …

Izumi Iori: I never really wanted to beat him. But…

Izumi Iori: Seeing him struggle to smile when people compared us bothered me to no end.

Nanase Riku: Oh wow… So even the "better" one worries about that sort of stuff huh?

Izumi Iori: Of course that’s the case.

Izumi Iori: Rankings are nothing more than a way to estimate where you stand in a given field.

Izumi Iori: This fitness test is the same. It serves to compare yourself to others, to see if you're higher or lower.

Izumi Iori: Understanding your own value helps determine how you move forward in life.

Izumi Iori: It’s so simple, that’s all there is to it, and yet it still greatly affects human relationships. I find it incredibly bothersome.

Nanase Riku: Because ranking low hurts, doesn't it? Wouldn’t it hurt you?

Izumi Iori: If you're bad at something, just give it up and find another way to win.

Nanase Riku: So what did you give up on, Iori?

Izumi Iori: Being cute, charming, or making lots of friends. Things like that.

Nanase Riku: Wow, you’re completely detached from the situation.

Izumi Iori: Nanase-san, you’ve given up on being smart in favor of focusing on being cute, haven't you?

Nanase Riku: No I did not!

Izumi Iori: You should do that then. It’s more efficient to focus on your strengths than dwell on your weaknesses.

Nanase Riku: Who cares about efficiency… So, is that how things got awkward with Mitsuki?

Izumi Iori: Nii-san and I were both fast runners.

Izumi Iori: We had just received sneakers from our grandfather, so we used to run a lot.

Izumi Iori: Because of that, Nii-san’s friends found out and asked us to race each other seriously.

Nanase Riku: …

Nanase Riku: …Did you win?

Izumi Iori: …

Nikaido Yamato: So, did Ichi win?

Izumi Mitsuki: …

Izumi Mitsuki: W…No way, of course not. I was twelve and he was eight.

Nikaido Yamato: Yeah, makes sense…

Izumi Mitsuki: But, I think he believed he could win. So, he held back a little.

Izumi Mitsuki: He slacked off at the start and I got a huge lead on him.

Izumi Mitsuki: And then I realized he wasn’t taking me seriously, so I went all out and completely crushed him.

Izumi Mitsuki: Haha… He looked so frustrated back then. Honestly, I kinda enjoyed it.

Nikaido Yamato: …You enjoyed seeing Ichi frustrated?

Izumi Mitsuki: It’s not that… It’s hard to explain, but it felt good to actually beat him for once.

Izumi Mitsuki: It wasn’t like a "Hell yeah, I won! Woohoo!" kinda thing.

Izumi Mitsuki: It’s just… a competition isn’t something you gotta hold back in.

Izumi Mitsuki: Losing sucks, obviously.

Izumi Mitsuki: But getting fired up and thinking, “I gotta do this! I won’t lose!” is the best.

Nikaido Yamato: Hmm… Yeah, maybe I kinda get it.

Izumi Mitsuki: Really?

Nikaido Yamato: Onii-san over here usually hates competing. And I’m obviously terrible at sports.

Nikaido Yamato: But I’m kinda having fun right now. Haha… Like, I actually feel like saying, "I’m not gonna lose!"

Izumi Mitsuki: That’s great. You’re finally enjoying your youth, old man.

Nikaido Yamato: Now of all times…?

Izumi Mitsuki: Everyone’s cheering for us too.

Audience: Kyaaaaaa…!

Audience: He waved at us!

Audience: Do your best!

Nikaido Yamato: This is peak youth.

Izumi Mitsuki: Right?

Nikaido Yamato: Lemme knock down the Mitsu fan that guy’s holding. Bang!

Izumi Mitsuki: Stop it! Don’t lay a hand on me!

Audience: Kyaaaaaa…!

Mido Torao: Alright, we’re one point ahead!

Yotsuba Tamaki: That plan went super well, Toracchi!

Mido Torao: Yeah! That was a solid game!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Let’s high five!

SLAP!

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: Hell yeah!

Sougo shows up behind them…

Osaka Sougo: …

Yotsuba Tamaki: Whoa!! You scared me!!

Mido Torao: How long have you been standing there!?

Osaka Sougo: You guys sure got closer.

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: …

Yotsuba Tamaki: Uh… yeah…

Mido Torao: Is that a problem…?

Osaka Sougo: No, it’s not. Tamaki-kun is my partner and Mido-san is an acquaintance of mine.

Osaka Sougo: Watching you two pull off such perfect teamwork to take my tail… it just felt a bit strange.

Osaka Sougo: But you did a good job.

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: …

Osaka Sougo: That’s all I wanted to say.

Mido Torao: Oh uh, thanks…?

Osaka Sougo: Well then.

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: …

Mido Torao: So…did he just compliment us?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Or get angry…?

Osaka Sougo: I’m not mad. You did a good job.

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: Th-thank you very much…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Here, sports drinks.

Yaotome Gaku: Thanks.

Kujo Tenn: Thank you.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: The third match ended in a flash.

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah! That was insanely fun!

Yaotome Gaku: I thought I wanted to lose against you, Ryuu, but once we got going, I just couldn’t let myself lose.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Haha! That’s how it is.

Yaotome Gaku: But it’s not like I want to see you lose either.

Kujo Tenn: The competition is complicated and interesting. I don’t like being forced to compete, but I love being able to.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Whether we’re rivals or teammates, we’re still all friends here. Let’s give it our all in the second half!

Yaotome Gaku & Kujo Tenn: Yeah!

Reporter: Now, for the fourth round… The Three-Legged Relay!!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaa…!

Reporter: The participants are already prepared for this event!

Reporter: Each pair will tie one of their legs together and run!

Reporter: If you might trip and fall if you’re out of sync, please be careful!

Reporter: After completing a full lap around the track, you must pass the baton to the next pair. Be sure not to drop it!

Reporter: Both the red and white teams will compete with four pairs, making it a total of eight runners!

Reporter: The teams decided the pairs and running order among themselves. Will their choices lead to glory or disaster?

Yotsuba Tamaki: We gotta be in perfect sync to win this!

Natsume Minami: It’s easier to run with someone you’re familiar win than with someone from another group.

White team: Yeahhh!

Izumi Iori: The most important thing is how similar your physical build and statistics are!

Osaka Sougo: We used the results from our fitness tests to match partners, so we should be fine!

Red team: Yeahhh!

Reporter: The audience watches in suspense as the relay is about to begin!

Reporter: Speaking of teamwork, the two Nana Sports executives have also worked together for years, right?

Nana Sports President: Well yes, I suppose.

Reporter: Any advice on how to succeed in a three-legged race?

Nana Sports President: I wonder… Don’t blame your partner if they fall?

Nana Sports Vice President: And apologize when you fall down!

Reporter: I see! So falling is an inevitable part of the process!

Nana Sports President: If you assume you’ll never fall, you won’t have a plan for when you do.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Makes sense!! What do we do if we fall!?

Izumi Mitsuki: Maybe we should fall once on purpose!?

Nanase Riku: Let’s practice then!

Osaka Sougo: Wait, Riku-kun…!!

Riku falls to the ground, pulling Sougo with him.

Reporter: The participants have started tumbling before the race even started!

Iori and Haruka stand up from the ground.

Isumi Haruka: Ugh… It’s hard to get back up!

Izumi Iori: Good thing we practiced.

Audience: This is so cute for some reason…!

Audience: Come on, stand up, don’t fall!

Audience: You can do it!

Momo: All sixteen idols are just squirming around…!

Natsume Minami: It’s quite a bizarre sight.

Kujo Tenn: Haha! That’s what makes a sports festival fun, right?

Reporter: First runners, please walk to the starting line!

Yaotome Gaku: Let’s do this, Yuki-san!

Yuki: I’ll do my best.

Audience: Kyaaaaaaa…!

Osaka Sougo: Let’s go, Riku-kun!

Nanase Riku: Yes!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaa…!

Audience: Go, go, red team!

Audience: Go, go, white team!

Nana Sports President: Go, Go, Reeeed!

Nana Sports Vice President: Go, Go, Whiiiite!

Reporter: On your mark… Get set…

Reporter: Start!

Beep!

Yaotome Gaku & Yuki: …!

Nanase Riku & Osaka Sougo: ….!

Audience: Gooooo…!

Yaotome Gaku: One, two! One, two!

Yuki: Gaku-kun, Gaku-kun, you’re too fast…!

Yaotome Gaku: Huh!? Then you set the pace!

Yuki: One……two! One….… two!

Yaotome Gaku: That’s too slow! We’re gonna lose!!

Yuki: But we’ll fall if we rush it!

Nanase Riku & Osaka Sougo: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: The red team is in the lead! Their synchronization is flawless!

Kujo Tenn: Keep going, Nanase-san! Osaka-san!

Inumaru Touma: That’s it! Keep it up!

Nana Sports President: Riku-kun and Sougo-kun are in the same group and had similar fitness scores! No wonder they’re so stable!

Nana Sports Vice President: Gaku-san and Yuki-san are both leaders, so they should work well together…! Come on, white team…!

Yaotome Gaku & Yuki: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: Oh! They’re starting to sync up! The white team is gaining ground!!

Osaka Sougo: …Okay, should we go for a final sprint? Do you think you can handle it!?

Nanase Riku: I can do it! Ready… go!

Nanase Riku & Osaka Sougo: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: Whoa!! The red team is accelerating!

Nana Sports President: See that? That’s what Sou-chan and Rikkun can do.

Nana Sports Vice President: You’re getting a bit too loud, President.

Nana Sports President: IDOLiSH7 is the best! Go, red team…!!

Nana Sports Vice President: White team, stay calm and push through…!!

Isumi Haruka: Nice, nice! Keep going…!

Iori Izumi: Pass the baton to me! Don’t drop it!

Nanase Riku: …Iori, Isumi-kun! It’s up to you now…!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaa…!

Reporter: The red team has successfully passed the baton to their second runners!

Izumi Iori & Isumi Haruka: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Mido Torao: Hang! Just a little more…!

Natsume Minami: Get ready to take the baton…!

Yaotome Gaku: …I’m counting on you…!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaa…!

Natsume Minami & Mido Torao: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: They’re super fast…! The white team is closing the gap so quickly!

Isumi Haruka: Oh gooood, they’re catching up!!

Izumi Iori: Don't look back!

Isumi Haruka: I don't wanna lose to them!!

Izumi Iori & Isumi Haruka: One, two! One, two!

Natsume Minami & Mido Torao: One, two! One, two!

Nana Sports Vice President: Catch up…!!

Nana Sports President: A tie!?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Keep going…!

Inumaru Touma: Just a little more…!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Go, keep going!!

Nikaido Yamato: Good pace!! Don't rush! Don't trip!

Isumi Haruka: …Ugh…!

Natsume Minami: …Hah…!

Isumi Haruka: I'm counting on you…!

Inumaru Touma: Leave it to me…!!

Natsume Minami: Please…!

Nikaido Yamato: Alright…!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Reporter: It's a tie…! Almost a complete tie…!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Nana Sports President: This is crazy…!!

Nana Sports Vice President: This is unbelievably exciting…!!

Audience: Go! Go! Reeeed!!

Audience: Go! Go! Whiiiite!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Inumaru Touma: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Nikaido Yamato & Yotsuba Tamaki: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: Both teams are neck to neck!! They’re in sync and side by side…!!

Nana Sports President: This is scary… What if they fall…!

Nana Sports Vice President: Please, don’t fall…!!

Izumi Mitsuki: Keep goiiiing!!

Momo: Watch out for the corner!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Inumaru Touma: One, two! One, two!

Nikaido Yamato & Yotsuba Tamaki: One, two! One, t-!!

Nikaido Yamato & Yotsuba Tamaki: Whoa…!!

Reporter: Ahh…!! They've fallen…!!

Audience: Ahhhhhh…!!

Nana Sports Vice President: …Keep going…!

Yotsuba Tamaki: …Shit…!

Nikaido Yamato: …Guh, it's okay! We practiced getting back up, remember!?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah! Ready…!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Reporter: And they're up again…!! The White team has restarted quickly!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Inumaru Touma: One, two! One, two!

Momo: Good pace! Good pace!

Kujo Tenn: Keep going…!

Reporter: The Red team is already preparing for the baton pass…!? The anchor is coming next!!

Inumaru Touma: …I'm counting on you…!

Momo: Okay!! Ah…!

Reporter: Are they having issues with the baton pass!?

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Inumaru Touma: Ughhh…!! Sorry…!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Don't worry about it!!

Momo: It's okay! I caught it…!!

Inumaru Touma: Amazing catch!! You saved us!

Kujo Tenn: Let’s get going…!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Inumaru Touma: Do your best…!!

Kujo Tenn: Let’s go, Momo-san!

Momo: Yeah!

Kujo Tenn & Momo: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Nana Sports President: Keep going…!

Audience: Goooo…!!

Reporter: The Red team’s anchor has started running! The White team is making an incredible comeback too! The baton pass is happening now!

Izumi Mitsuki: Keep going, keep going…!

Rokuya Nagi: Good job! Nice fight…!

Nikaido Yamato: Just a little more! Hang in there!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Uwooooohh…!!

Yotsuba Tamaki: We’re counting on you!

Izumi Mitsuki: Leave it to us…!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Reporter: The White team’s anchor has started running!

Reporter: Will the Red team hold on to the lead!? Will the White team catch up!? This is a crazy intense battle…!!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Kujo Tenn & Momo: One, two! One, two…!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: One, two! One, two…!

Audience: Momo-chan, Tenn-kun, keep going…!!

Audience: Mitsuki-kun, Nagi-kun, catch up…!!

Audience: Keep going! Don’t give up…!

Audience: Go! Go! Reeeed!!

Audience: Go! Go! Whiiiiite!!

Nana Sports President: Go! Go! Reeeed!!

Nana Sports Vice President: Go! Go! Whiiiiite!!

Ryuunosuke, Touma, Riku, Sougo, Iori & Haruka: Go! Go! Reeeed!!

Gaku, Yuki, Yamato, Tamaki, Minami & Torao: Go! Go! Whiiiiite!!

Kujo Tenn & Momo: One, two! One, two…!!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: One, two! One, two…!!

Momo: Final sprint…!

Izumi Mitsuki: Catch up…!

Kujo Tenn & Momo & Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: …………!!

Reporter: Goaaaaal…!!

Whistle blows

Reporter: By the slightest margin…. the Red team was faster!! The Red team wins…!!

Kujo Tenn & Momo: We did iiiit…!!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: Ahhhh…!!

Nanase Riku: Yay!! Momo-san, Kujo-san, you did it!!

Inumaru Touma: That was nerve-wracking!! But we did it…!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Congratulations! Everyone did amazing!!

Osaka Sougo: We worked hard!

Isumi Haruka: Yay! We woooon!!

Nikaido Yamato: Don’t mind, don’t mind! That was amazing! Seriously awesome!

Yaotome Gaku: So close! But everyone gave it their all!

Mido Torao: Are you okay from that fall?

Yotsuba Tamaki: I'm good!

Natsume Minami: You got up so fast. That was amazing!

Reporter: Everyone in the audience!! Please give a big round of applause for these brave participants!!

The audience starts applauding.

Audience: Yaaaay…!!

Momo: Let’s shake hands!

Izumi Mitsuki: You got it!!

Kujo Tenn: Nice fight!

Rokuya Nagi: It really was!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

More applause…

Reporter: The anchor runners are shaking hands firmly! What a beautiful scene!!

Nana Sports President: Congratulations to the Red team!! The White team was also fantastic!!

Nana Sports Vice President: That was an amazing match! Both teams were incredibly cool…!

Reporter: And now, we’re finally at the fifth and final round! The scores are tied 2 to 2, so this will be the final showdown!!

Reporter: The event is… a cavalry attle!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Reporter: Players, please prepare yourselves!!

To be continued…