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it sucks that doing something that i know is good for myself can just be so painful. i have to create distance but it just feels like... idk, i always think of creating distance between someone else and myself as almost severing a limb. its why i'm so careful of who i get close to, because its so hard to create distance if we get too close too fast
the only thing that's keeping me from scrapping it all and just going back to talking to her is because i know she can't handle that push-pull dynamic either (not that she'd ever tell me that). i have to be confident in what i can handle in this friendship before we start talking again, or i'm just going to hurt us both when i inevitably get overwhelmed
haha i'm sorry for all the venting lately folks, i don't wanna annoy my friends with talking about this too much. and my best friend doesn't really understand the situation anyway, they just think i should cut her off and move on
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project-sonadow · 24 days
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happy hour drabble # 2
Sonic had been dragging his feet all day. It was Monday again, which meant there wasn't much to do at Speedy's. Count the change, polish his roller skates, clean the fryers. That was his routine. By the end of his shift, it felt like there were lead blocks stuffed in his socks.
One of his coworkers gave him a strange look when he hung up his hat. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing," the girl replied. For some reason, her eyes looked sad. "Get some rest tonight, won't you, Arthur? We can't have you calling out; you're our best skater!"
Sonic raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask what she meant by that, she disappeared out the back door. Though her voice was muffled now, he could still make out her last request: "And don't forget to lock up!"
Rolling his eyes, Sonic twirled the keys in between his fingers and shook his head. This wasn't his first rodeo! After switching out his skates for his regular, non-wheeled shoes, he left the restaurant with his laces still untied. The door closed behind him, and he locked it with a soft click.
Shadow was waiting for him in his usual spot. The headlights on Shadow's motorcycle illuminated the dark parking lot with warm yellow light, and its engine filled the air with a weighty hum. Sonic hopped onto the back of the bike in one swift motion, and then wrapped his arms around Shadow’s waist like he'd been waiting to do it all day.
"No detours tonight," Sonic said. "I'm bushed!"
Shadow glanced back over his shoulder and was greeted by a mess of wild brown-and-blue quills. "Fine," he said. "That disaster you call a coat would give us away in an instant. Save your strength so I can fix it before bed."
If Sonic replied, it was drowned out by the sound of the motorcycle's engine as it roared to life. Sonic rested his head against Shadow's shoulder as the dark hedgehog drove them back to their apartment. The cool air felt nice against Sonic's fur as the wind whipped through it.
Soon, they arrived. Shadow parked the motorcycle in front of their apartment building before the two of them got off. Only then, under the bright white streetlights, did Shadow see the red flush on Sonic's cheeks. Without so much as a word, Shadow stepped forward and pressed the back of his hand against Sonic's forehead.
"Uh?" Sonic blinked. "Sh-- Lance? What're you...?"
Shadow dropped his hand from Sonic's forehead. "You're burning up," he said matter-of-factly. Then, he took Sonic's hand. "Come. Let's go inside."
Sonic let Shadow lead him up the stairs as he processed what he'd just said. "Wait," Sonic said as Shadow pushed open the door to their apartment. "I'm sick? But it's Monday!"
"Correct."
After both of them were inside the apartment, Shadow shut the door. Now, Sonic's face was screwed up like he was trying to solve a difficult math problem. "That doesn't make any sense," Sonic was saying. "I wasn't sick last Monday, or last last Monday, or--"
Shadow interrupted, "It's possible our minds aren't the only things that remain intact throughout time."
Sonic frowned, "So, someone's germs from the last loop are making me sick in this one?" He paused to think about that for a second. "That's not good, dude. That means..."
"Any consequences will persist regardless of our current place in time," Shadow finished. He was frowning now, too.
"Great," Sonic said, even though nothing about this was great. "Well, there goes my Plan A."
"And what was that?"
Sonic grinned, "'Run straight at the bad guy and hope for the best'!"
Shadow pursed his lips and sighed. Loudly. With agitation. "That's always your plan."
Sonic opened his mouth to reply, but a sneeze cut off whatever snarky remark he had prepared. His grin faded as he remembered how tired he was. Talk about a buzzkill! Next time he saw Tails, he'd have to ask him to make a shrink ray, so he could fight off germs with his fists.
Shadow shook his head as he watched Sonic's ears droop. "Go. Sit," he said. "I'll take it from here."
Sonic wanted to argue, but Shadow’s stern brown eyes made him feel funny. “Whatever,” Sonic muttered as he averted his gaze. “Just don’t take too long. I can’t promise I’ll stick around if you do!”
In truth, Sonic wasn’t going anywhere. Now that he was free from the constraints of his 9 to 5, and the horrors of capitalism were held back by the immutable strength of their apartment door, he was left with nothing to distract him from his fever. He shuffled into the bathroom and plopped down on the stool, waiting for Shadow to come in with the dye.
He sniffled. His bones hurt. He scratched his head, irritated. This never would’ve happened to world famous superhero, Sonic the Hedgehog. It was only because he was disguised as some random punk that he’d gotten sick.
“I seem to remember your fox friend recounting a tale to the contrary,” Shadow suddenly said. He’d appeared in the doorway, dye in hand. “Something about you and Arabian Nights…?”
Sonic waved his hand. “That was different,” he said.
Shadow popped the lid off a bottle of brown dye. “Oh? Is that so?”
Huffing indignantly, Sonic replied, “Yeah. That time, my worst enemy was a super powerful genie. This time, it’s customers!”
Shadow lowered his head. Sonic could’ve sworn he saw him smile. “Hold still,” Shadow said, his hands freshly gloved up and covered in dye. “I’ll be quick.”
Regardless of the truth of that statement, Sonic was physically, mentally, and emotionally incapable of holding still. He tried. Of course, he didn’t want to squirm around like a worm in the rain. But he couldn’t help it! Just like he couldn’t help but tap his foot against the linoleum, his claws clack-clack-clacking against the tile as he did so. That was, until one of Shadow’s hands moved to the back of Sonic’s left ear, and Sonic froze.
Sonic felt Shadow rub the dye into his fur. He felt his claws brush gently against the softest part of his ear. And Sonic stopped thinking about how lame it was to be sick. He didn’t worry about holding still. His heart fluttered in his chest and his eyes closed, totally focused on how good it felt to have Shadow’s fingers in his fur.
Shadow paused, having noticed the strange shift in Sonic’s behavior. But there was no time for him to lean forward and investigate, because a gentle pressure was now pushing against the palm of his hand, urging him to continue. 
It was Sonic, leaning into Shadow’s touch. 
Shadow nearly choked, but he managed to keep his composure. He isn’t feeling well, Shadow reminded himself. That’s all this was.
And yet, when Shadow resumed styling Sonic’s quills, he wasn’t thinking about covering up all the blue spots anymore. Instead, he focused his attention on just that one spot behind Sonic’s ear. He didn’t know why. Maybe he pitied Sonic. As the Ultimate Lifeform, he would never know how it felt to be ill.
Sonic leaned deeper into Shadow’s touch. His tense shoulders relaxed. His job, their mission, the time loop–none of that mattered anymore. Somewhere inside his chest, next to his heart, a soft rumbling began. Purring.
Sonic was purring.
Abruptly, Shadow stood. He turned away from Sonic, so he didn’t see him blink his eyes open sleepily. 
“Shadow…?”
“That’s all for now,” Shadow said stiffly. “Count yourself lucky. If not for your… illness… you would’ve been sitting there for much longer.”
And then he exited the bathroom, leaving Sonic sitting there as the last of his purrs quietly faded away.
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missnancywritesfanfic · 9 months
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Grocery Shopping ft. Anemo Boys
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(Based On Stuff My BF and I Have Done)
Characters: Venti, Xiao, Heizou, Kazuha, Wanderer(Scaramouche), Aether
Contains: Modern AU, Everyday Life, Fluff, Swears
A/N: I was at the grocery store and the idea popped in my head 🥰
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VENTI - Humming Along To The Music
From the moment you stepped inside to the moment you leave. He will be humming. Tapping his finger to whatever royalty free song is playing over the speakers. You used to asked him why he never listened to his own music when you were shopping.
"But if I did that, then I'd be ignoring you. Isn't it better to be together in the moment?"
"Yeah, in the moment of Funky Town for the thirtieth time? I'm flattered."
It gets worse with every trip. It slowly evolves into mumbling the lyrics, then singing the lyrics out loud, swaying along to the music, and sometimes full on dancing with no remorse. Not a single bone of shame in his body, and you have to watch your boyfriend shake his ass while you facepalm.
"I am never taking you shopping again."
"We both know that's a big fat lie, babe. You love having me around~"
God, you hated his smug grin. Let this shopping trip be done as soon as humanly possible.
XIAO - Carry All The Groceries/Steer The Cart
He will always man the cart. Don't you dare take it away from him, he has pouted at you before when you absentmindedly grabbed one and started shopping.
You seriously have no clue why he enjoys it so much, but you can't complain, it gave you time to actually focus on picking what you wanted. And you didn't have to worry about navigating traffic in the aisles. But he will nudge the cart into you when you're taking too long, you'll always turn back to meet his glare.
"Are you done yet? We need to get a move on."
"Hey, I am the chef of the house. If you don't like how I pick the ingredients, you can cook for a change."
That'll usually shut him up. He'll still silently nudge the cart into you though, after a while you get the idea and pick up the pace. When you finish shopping, he will always take the heavier bags. Even when you offer, he insists that it isn't an issue and leave you with the lighter bags. Sometimes nothing at all.
You appreciate his help, not like you wanted to carry them anyways. You still have to scold him about being delicate with the eggs.
KAZUHA - Cannot Decide On What To Take
"Baby, for the love of god, please pick a thing and stick with it!"
You've been in the aisle for over five minutes, he can't decide on what kind of rice to buy. This isn't a price issue. Kazuha's stuck thinking in the longterm: What kind of rice is best? Should we buy a bulk bag to last longer? Which type will work best with dinner tonight? (It's Jasmin. Always Jasmin. Cheap and reliable.)
You don't care! You just want to be in any other aisle but this one! But you're being hypocritical, you've done the exact same and everytime he'll give you a specific look. Nothing else, not a frown, not even a smug grin, just a look.
"Okay, but why does this package say sugar-free but it has the same level in the nutrients on the back?" You pause and glance over, you frown. "What?"
"I haven't said anything, dear."
"You don't need to. I know that look, it's Kazuha for I'm Judging You."
HEIZOU - Comparing Item Prices
He's the type of person to lay out all his options and pick the cheapest one with the best quality. There may be meat on sale today, but he knows it's only because they're going to expire soon. This can be useful at times, no need for bottom tier food in your household.
But that's not the worse of it. Like many middle aged home owners, he will deliberately check for mistagged items so that he can get them at a discount price. There's an air fryer he's been eyeing for months that's too expensive for a leisure purchase, until the day he spots that it's been mistagged for thirty dollars cheaper than normal.
"Heizou, honey, we can just wait until it's actually on sale..."
"Ah ah~, the price labelled is the price offered. I will be taking my prize!"
"You're insufferable."
You're at the checkout, silently apologizing to the cashier and manager that are trying to find a way out of this predicament. Unfortunately for them, he gets the airfryer. And unfortunately for you, he doesn't stop using it for a loooong time.
WANDERER - Buy Old People Snacks
He doesn't like sweets. He visibly cringes everytime you pass by the bakery section or candy aisle, and you have a horrible sweet tooth that can never be quelled.
However, he's gotten into the habit of picking up dried cranberries of all things. Now, usually you don't pass judgement on his choices, despite him making it clear he doesn't care if you. Regardless, you can't help poking fun at him every once in a while.
"Pfft, nice choice granpa."
"Shut up, you shovel junk down your throat like it's your day job."
"Yeah, but at least I act my age."
"You mean five?"
If you ever, and I mean ever, try to take some for yourself. He will smack your hand away and give you the nastiest glare. Don't bother with whining or fake tears, you should've thought about that before insulting his food choice. You won't be able to steal any of his food for a good month.
AETHER - Asking Permission To Buy Stuff
You have no clue where it comes from. Before you started dating him, he and Paimon were impulsive spenders. They used to empty literal shelves and have more food then they knew what to do with (Paimon usually ate most of it in record time). But now, when you're heading down the aisle, he'd sheepishly hold a box of cereal, maybe cookies, or even fruit snacks- and give you the biggest puppy dog eyes possible.
"Aether, you are a grown man. You can buy whatever you want."
"Really?"
"Yes! Buy ten of 'em if you really want to!"
Okay, maybe that's a bit overboard. But you needed to exxagerate to make your stance clear. Maybe he was trying to be considerate of you? But you always split the bill when it came to paying for groceries, a couple extra dollars wasn't going to kill you. Especially not with your shared salaries.
But if you're not careful, Paimon might end up eating you out of house and home. So maybe he had the right idea about clearing these choices with you first.
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prettyevermores · 3 months
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tolerate it
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( tenth doctor x reader / fourteenth doctor x reader )
a/n: i haven’t wrote on here in so long 😥😥 @sqiim is writing so now im writing and i don’t wanna do my work so here i am !!!
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You initially didn’t mean to find The Doctor, he found you. The shit day you were having was immediately twisted into an interesting one when you had walked into him. Firstly, you had woken up to the passing of your beloved dog and decided to go shopping after you had taken the canine to the vet for the last time. Then you were walking down the street and your shopping bag broke, spilling out all your shopping onto the floor as you walked into a man in a trenchcoat. You were close to giving up, that’s when he turned around and begun to pick up your pile of oranges that fell out the bag.
“You don’t need to help” You said, shoving items into your other shopping bag. The Stranger locked eyes with you and smiled, he had the most beautiful chocolate eyes and freckles painted his face. 
“It’s not a worry, I’m happy to help” He replied, still with a soft smile as he picked up some of your things.
“Thank you, by the way” You spoke softly standing up and straightening out your outfit.
“I’m The Doctor” He chuckled introducing himself before he whisked you away from your lowlife 
During those times together, you had seen the most beautiful things with The Doctor. You had seen ancient ruins from meadows of the old age, civilisations dancing under a bright moonlight, betwitched by realms of impossibility. But there was also the downsides of travelling with The Doctor, fighting aliens who look like they belong in the air fryer and covered in cheese, lasers beaming down at you from metal men, loosing people you had grown to care about in a short amount of time. And The Daleks, it’s always The Daleks. They always take the time out of their day to ruin everything. 
You didn’t want to leave him, you could never leave him behind. Your love for The Doctor was too powerful to ever let him go from your life. It was quite the opposite in fact, he let you go. He didn’t want what happened to Donna to happen to you. Poor Donna Noble, you wished you could speak to her again one more time.
You would always wait by the door, hoping and wishing he would come back to you but he was much older and wiser than yourself so you thought he wouldn’t understand of waiting by the door for someone to come like you were a kid. You would always set a spot at your dinner table incase he came back home to you but he would never show in the end. He could be out in the universe, finding worlds that hadn’t been discovered just then or not meant to be discovered at all, yet here you were, waiting for him all those years.
When you had heard about Donna Noble’s generosity donating to all those charities, selflessly giving it away even though she had won so much. Something inside you had always wondered that a part of her mind had never truly forgotten The Doctor. Which confused you for a long time, you had always secretly been making sure she was okay. Not in a weird way! She was your best friend at one point and you wanted to make sure she was staying out of trouble. 
Five painful, long years after The Doctor’s sudden abandonment of you back on your property, he found himself there again. But this time he was much older and wiser, you were still setting the table with all the fancy shit like you would always do for him if he ever came back. Same face or not, you would always know it was him and you’d always love him. The Doctor found himself with the same face he had met you in, he was originally confused on why he had that face but after The Toymaker, he now understood why he came back to this face, he came back to go home, home where he was meant to be. That home was you (And Donna), he never had to worry about being the renowned Timelord when he was with you, he was just himself. 
You were relaxed, cooking yourself your favourite meal for dinner. Dancing to the slow music you had playing in the background, the warmth of your kitchen putting you into a celestial state of peace. You were finally at peace with yourself and what happened with The Doctor, you would never not love him, you could never bring yourself to stop loving him. Then there was a knock at the door, you’d recognise that knock anywhere, the soft but panicked knock resonated inside your head as you absentmindedly turned the stove off.
To say you were nervous about answering the door was an understatement but a part of you said that you should see him again. You still loved him after all. There he stood, still your Doctor but older, he was still as beautiful as ever. Tears pricked your eyes but you didn’t let them fall, creating a cold demeanour around him and you didn’t want to break again in front of him. However, that was short lived as he could see through your demeanour, he could see right into your pain, your heartbreak.
“I’m so sorry” He expressed, you looked away. You didn’t want to let him see you like this, you wanted to stay mad but you could never stay mad at The Doctor. His hand reached out to you, resting upon your cheek and making you lock eyes with him. You didn’t fight it, you let your feelings take over, you’d never let your heart take over your head, but for The Doctor? 
Oh, how you’d do it every-time.
“I know” You whispered “You always are sorry, but this time you mean it right? This time please say you’ll stay” Your eyes and contact with him and smiled softly at him.
“I couldn’t leave if I tried, my sweetheart” He chuckled lowly, his hand slowly caressing at your cheek, pushing a loose strand of hair out your face. He moved his face down towards your ear and whispered into it “I’ll always stay with you, until the end of time itself”
His voice into your ear was sending shivers down your spine, you trembled into his touch. Then came the kiss, the missed touch of his lips against your own, it was heavenly, you thought you had died and came back from the dead. The desperate touches and fleeting looks from his eyes. The way his eyelids fluttered as you pulled against his shirt to get any closer to him.
This was his home. This is what he was meant for. He was meant for you.
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lets-try-some-writing · 4 months
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Farewell Little Hero
Humans do not live long, this is common knowledge. And so years after Cybrtron's restoration, Arcee returns to Earth to talk with her old ward one more time.
(Enjoy this short story :D)
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“It’s been a long time… I’m sorry for taking so long to come see you again.” Sitting down on the grass, Arcee did not look toward her ward. Her optics were firmly on the rising sun in the distance.
“I am sure you have been wondering what we’ve been up to.” She continued with a deep vent to calm herself. So many years away from Earth… she had almost forgotten how beautiful the organic world could be when war was not eating away at her conscience. 
“Bumblebee is doing just fine. He’s an Enforcer now. Last I checked, he was leading a team here on Earth to capture rogue Decepticons.” Birds chirped in the distance, but Arcee’s ward did not answer. She did not look away from where the sun crept ever higher, she couldn't bear to. 
“He has a collection of younger bots with him. Strongarm, Sideswipe, Windblade, Grimlock, and an older mech called Drift. There are three minicons as well, but I didn’t have a chance to learn their names.” Arcee informed absentmindedly as she tracked a leaf that blew past in the wind. It was almost Autumn, Jack’s preferred time of year. He liked being able to wear long sleeves and a sweater without cooking alive in the heat of Nevada’s notoriously aggressive summer rays. 
Jack had even gone so far as to go on vacation out in Missouri and occasionally Alaska just to get a taste of some decent cold after spending his whole life in the air fryer that was Jasper. Arcee could vividly recall his various complaints about the heat over the years. He wasn’t particularly fond of the frigid cold either, but he always had a good time bundling up once and a while to enjoy snow in a different state. 
“I think you would have gotten along with Bumblebee more, at least now that he’s learned what it’s like to deal with those younger than him regularly.” The grass was uncomfortable as it slipped into seams in her plating and caressed her cabling like the skittering limbs of scraplets, but she paid it no mind as the sky turned from black, to purple, and then to a bright orange. Cybertron’s sky did not have such color in the early joors of the cycle, at least not like on Earth. It was such a small thing, but Arcee missed it during her time away.
“Bulkhead has taken on a position as an architect. I never would have thought he had it in him, but he enjoys working to return our world to its former glory.” A smile pulled at her face as she recalled the various instances of Bulkhead sighing in exasperation at Vehicons and other workers under his command. They had no clue what they were doing, but they tried their best. Bulkhead was patient, at least as much as a mech once belonging to the Wreckers could be. 
“There have been more than a few accidents, but he recently restored the Archives of Iacon under Optimus’s direct supervision. I think you would have laughed if you saw just how nervous Bulkhead was while working on the project.” A quiet chuckle escaped her vocalizer as she recalled the intensity of which Optimus devoted himself to the Archives restoration. Bulkhead had been so anxious to do it right that once it was complete and got the Prime’s approval, the former Wrecker passed out on the spot. 
“Primes don’t party, but apparently they do care a great deal about books.” Feeling for a container she brought with her, Arcee wordlessly pulled out a sized down datapad she’d asked Optimus for. Jack always expressed an interest in Cybertron’s stories when he wasn’t otherwise occupied with his two fellow troublemakers. She ran her digits over the surface of the device before placing it beside her ward without looking over at him. 
A gift given far too late to be enjoyed…
“Optimus died on Cybertron. I never told you because at the time… I didn’t want you to be upset. He only returned to us recently, and he’s settling into his former role as an Archivist.” Jack and the others were not exactly close with Optimus, but he was always a giant, even to Arcee and the team. He was unshakable, an infallible titan. His death to restore their world was one of the harshest reality checks Arcee had received in vorns. She never told her ward of Optimus’s passing simply because she wanted to ensure that Jack, Miko, and Rafael still had that wonder of their younger years.
Humans aged quickly. A vorn was enough for a human to live out their entire lifespan. If not telling them about Optimus’s death allowed them to keep that magical aspect of the Prime’s memory alive, then Arcee was willing to do just that. But of course, now he was back, and Jack had not had the chance to meet his childhood guardian again. 
“Wheeljack has been doing Primus knows what off in space. Sometimes he brings in refugees, other times he vanishes for stellar cycles at a time. But he always comes back alive, so you can reassure Miko with that knowledge.” Arcee still did not look at her ward. She did not expect an answer from him. The silence served well enough as the world continued to come alive in response to the sun rising ever higher. 
“Ultra Magnus has kept himself occupied trying to get the government in order now that he’s no longer blacklisted. I forgot to mention it, but for a while our government went to slag. Hundreds of Autobots were exiled for supporting Optimus during the war.” No reaction met her words, as was expected. Cybertron always seemed to have a new civil issue to deal with. First was the caste system, then the high council. Of course the war came next, and then just as they finished their mass slaughter of their own people, the new government decided it needed more power.
A fragging mess. Thankfully, it was one that was being dealt with.
“It’s fine now though. Ratchet has stepped up with other war veterans from both factions to set things right. He hates his job and calls the old team regularly to be a glitch about it. Optimus helps sometimes, but it's largely Ratchet and the new council who run things.” Arcee could almost see the confusion written on Jack’s face at the prospect of Ratchet of all mecha being the one to run a government. The doctor never was the most pleasant during the war, but since its end, he had mellowed a degree. But of course for Jack, it likely seemed preposterous. 
“Surprising isn’t it? I never expected it out of him either. But Ratchet was a Senator in name before the war. He didn’t do a lot since it was honorary, but he knows how politics and governance is supposed to work, at least in theory.” Arcee smiled again as she shuttered her optics, feeling the cool air of the morning turn into something warmer as it brushed past her face. Like this, she could almost imagine things as they used to be.
“I know you and Smokescreen got along well, so I think you would be happy to know that the rookie is doing just fine. He’s signed on with the Enforcers until the Elite Guard can be reestablished.” She recalled how much fun Jack and Smokescreen had even while war raged. It was such petty enjoyment. Trashing the car of a bully and goofing off… despite that, Arcee had not seen Jack laugh so gleefully until the rookie came in. For that, she could be somewhat grateful for the trouble Smokescreen brought with him and continued to create wherever he went. 
“Knockout is working in a clinic in Praxus, Soundwave is currently in rehabilitation on Optimus’s orders, Starscream is dealing with the same. We don’t know where Megatron is, but he’s staying quiet. The other Con’s seem to have largely calmed down enough to rejoin us on Cybertron.” Her voice rang out on the hillside as she reached into her container again and pulled out a photograph she’d had printed and framed. It was of the whole team smiling during the anniversary of Cybertron’s restoration. They were all there… except for Jack. 
“Arcee, the others are waiting for you.” The sounds of wheelchair wheels rolling over the ground reached Arcee’s audio receptors. Nodding once she gathered up her now empty container in her arms and moved to stand. Rafael smiled up at her as she did so. His wrinkled face still left Arcee doing a double take even now. He did not match the memory of the young boy she knew but a vorn ago.
“I know… I just wanted to catch up with him.” Sorrow sat heavy in her spark as Arcee at last turned to look at her ward. A soft song escaped her vocalizer as she got down as low as she could to gently press the crest of her helm to the marble surface of Jack’s tombstone. There was no warmth in what remained of her ward, but as she pulled away and carefully arranged the datapad and picture at the foot of his grave, she felt a degree of peace.
She had not been there for Jack as much as she should have been, but she could hold his memory in her spark. So long as she lived, Jack Darby would not be lost to the tests of time. She would ensure it. 
“Farewell little hero. May you be at peace wherever your soul is destined to go.” Arcee allowed her touch to linger on the top of the tombstone a moment longer before she gathered herself and turned away back toward the base. Rafael rolled along beside her and together they moved in silence. 
They would remember, and when Rafael joined Jack and Miko in their rest, Arcee would carry his memory with her as well. 
They would not be forgotten.
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TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 13
Crosshair: *sighs* Wrecker: You bored? Crosshair: Yeah. Wrecker: Wanna start drama for no reason? Crosshair: I thought you’d never ask.
Tech: Phee and I are no longer dating. Phee: Tech, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.
Omega: This is a safety pin. *cuts off end* Omega: It is now a danger pin.
Echo: *trying to get five seconds of sleep* Tech, poking Echo’s arm: Echo. Echo. Echo. Echo. Echo: WHAT? Tech: …We’re out of Capri Suns—
Hunter: I didn’t know that air fryers are a real thing. Used to think that they were made up by the internet as a funny joke and that their purpose was to “fry air”. Omega: WAIT, BUT IT FRIES THE AIR TO FRY THE FOOD?? Hunter: I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS A KITCHEN APPLIANCE, MY FIRST ASSUMPTION WAS SOMETHING AKIN TO AN AIR CONDITIONER! Crosshair: IT’S NOT LIKE AN AIR CONDITIONER???? Tech: You guys clearly don’t own an air fryer.
Crosshair: If I say yes am I joining a cult? Tech: Possibly. Crosshair: I’m in.
*the Squad cleaning up* Tech: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. Echo, to Crosshair: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—
Wrecker: *hiding something in his coat* I think we should adopt another kid! Hunter: No. Wrecker: Why not? Hunter: Because when you say “kid”, you mean “cat”, and we already have fifteen of those. Wrecker: *unzips coat* Sixteen.
Tech: Okay. Hypothetically speaking, how mad would you be if I burned a hot pocket so badly it could probably fall off a ten-story building and be completely fine? Hunter: Tech, what did you do? Tech: Take a guess.
Crosshair: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE. Echo: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds. Crosshair: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME— Echo: *sigh* What do you want? Crosshair: Chicken nuggets please.
Omega: Tech, what if there are monsters? Tech: Don’t worry, we’re top of the food chain. Much later… Omega, lying awake at night: I am the monster.
Omega: Wow, I really think I would’ve gotten along with young Crosshair! Crosshair: I know. That’s why I decided to change everything about my life.
Crosshair: *clicks pen* Tech: *clicks pen in response*  Hunter: Stop that. Crosshair: Stop what? Hunter: You’re talking about me in Morse code! Crosshair: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out! *later* Tech, to Echo: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.
Crosshair: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.
Hunter: Can I stay with you tonight? Wrecker: Sure. What happened? Hunter: Well, Crosshair and I got into a fight, and now he's been watching “How to Get Away with Murder” ever since. Wrecker: … Hunter: … Wrecker: … Hunter: I don’t feel safe anymore. 
Wrecker: I want a bf. Tech: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here.
Echo: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Wrecker: …I was hungry.
Tech: *venting endlessly to Crosshair about his week* Crosshair, every once in a while: *in a monotone* Wow, that is so wild.
Crosshair: People always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. Two sentences in and everyone’s always shouting “what the fuck? that’s illegal!” and “you can’t do that!”. Like, c'mon, let me talk!
Wrecker: No problemo! Wrecker, internally: But it was all problemo.
Crosshair: We’ll get back into there or die trying. Hunter: No one’s dying. Crosshair: Not with that attitude.
Omega, over radio: Testing. Testing. Tech, can you hear me? Tech, standing next to Omega: I’m standing right here. Omega: You’re coming through good and loud. Tech: ‘Cause I’m standing right here.
Hunter: Are you packed for the trip? Wrecker: Yup. Hunter: Then where are your bags? Wrecker: All I’m bringing is a good attitude and a sense of adventure. Hunter: A change of underwear might be nice.
Crosshair: All of your existences are confusing. The Squad: How so? Crosshair: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.
Crosshair: BE A BETTER PERSON! Hunter: WHY?! Crosshair: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS FAMILY, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!
Crosshair: My life is a mess. Echo: Go get a beer. Crosshair: I don’t want a beer. Echo: Who said it was for you?
Omega: I believe in you, Tech! Tech, to himself: God, I must suck. The nicest thing Omega can think to say to me is that she doesn't doubt my existence.
Echo: Do you see yourself as a glass half-full or glass half-empty kind of person? Hunter: Half-full, definitely. Hunter: Half-full and constantly rising. Hunter: Soon the water will escape its container and consume us all.
Hunter: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here. Hunter: And if you don't well then fuck you. Hunter: I'm looking at you, Crosshair, you jealous mop.
Echo: working in a flower shop and minding his own business Crosshair, storming into the store and slapping $20 on the counter: HOW DO I PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY SAY “FUCK YOU” IN FLOWER???
Wrecker: Can I borrow five dollars? Echo: If you’re only borrowing it, does that mean you’ll pay me back? Wrecker: Of course. Wrecker: Not directly, but with my love and affection. Echo: So that’s a no.
Omega: Is Crosshair always like this when he loses? Tech: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum of 22 BBY. Crosshair: You bumped that table and you know it!
Crosshair: You don’t deserve me. Hunter: At your worst or your best? Tech: I don’t have a worst. Tech: Because you’re already at your worst?
*out grocery shopping* Wrecker: *takes a free sample twice* Wrecker: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.
Crosshair: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. Wrecker ...We're on the ground floor. Crosshair: I know but I want a dramatic exit.
Omega: Okay, two person huddle. Echo: You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.
Echo: Is he stupid? Crosshair: Yes, but he prefers to be called Hunter.
Wrecker: Can we get a birthday cake? Hunter: It’s not your birthday. Wrecker: The cake won’t know!
Echo: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.
Echo: We all have our demons. Hunter, grabbing Crosshair: This one’s mine!
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Holiday (pt. 1) Itoshi Sae x Reader
♡ Context: Your family and the Itoshi’s are business partners since both your parents have been best friends since you can remember, you grew up with the Itoshi’s. ♡ Mostly the same context as the BLock manga but you are a professional volleyball player and you manage the family (y/l/n) and Itoshi’s businesses along with Rin and Sae. ♡ Rin is one of your best friend’s. You and Sae met each other again after almost 2 months of suddenly not talking or seeing each other.
♡ Art from @ciao3030 in twitter
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“Y/n~ how’ve you been? How’s the volleyball career going?” Mrs. Itoshi asked while cooking. It’s already 7 in the morning and Mrs. Itoshi arrived in the villa a while ago, we’re staying at the family’s beach resort. I have always been a morning person so I was already outside my room by 5 am. I can’t really sleep properly since every time I close my eyes, it’s him I’m thinking of. It doesn’t help that I snuck out at 2 am to go back to my room. I barely talked to him the past 2 months, I don’t even know why he’s still stuck in my head oh shut it, y/n. you know why, because of last night I just brushed my thoughts aside. Instead of just sitting by the counter, I decided to help out with the cooking.
“I’ve been alright, season’s about to start soon so we’re doing all the conditioning we could fit in, if not, I’m trying to squeeze in a bit of work on the side.” I said answering with a smile while marinating the salmon
“That’s nice. I’ve been hearing a lot of stories from Rin but how about Sae? He always gives us a ring but no stories. Always just one word answers, before I could ask anything, he already has to end the call and speed off to training” She says and giggles, giving me a look. Little did she know that Sae and I haven’t talked for 2 months now. Well, do I count last night as talking?
“He’s doing alright, still the prodigy midfielder we know and love.” I hope, giving Mrs. Itoshi a smile and putting the salmon in the air fryer
“Great. You know, Sae only talks to you. I feel like even though I’m his mum, he’s always reserved, even with his brother. You’re the only one — ”, she didn't finish what she said when we heard a cough, Rin appearing at the kitchen’s archway.
“Morning” He says as he kisses his mum’s cheeks and kisses me on the forehead, looking at the salmon I’m putting in the air fryer after. “What’s for breakfast?”
“For you, what else? Your ochazuke, of course, and a whole lot of other team favourites.” Mrs. Itoshi responds, looking at me and giving me a wink. I smiled.
“Mum, what time did you and dad arrive?” Rin asks and takes a sip at the coffee on the island counter and sits at the bar stool.
“Around 6 in the morning, dear.” She really has a soft voice, which makes sense why Rin and Sae doesn’t shout as much outside of football. I just listen while they’re both talking and prepare the other ingredients needed.
“Why don’t you go and take a rest first, mum? I can help y/n. We can prepare breakfast.” says Rin
His mum looks at Rin first, then me and proceeds to say, “Y/n, you think you can handle this alone?” in a teasing tone that makes Rin huff in annoyance.
“Mum, I’m helping her.” 
I laugh and respond smiling “Yes, Mrs. Itoshi. I can handle it, thank you. You should rest since it was a long drive.”
Mrs. Itoshi pats both our heads.  “Okay, I’ll just take a quick nap.” She then walks to the main door, going to their villa.
“Sorry ‘bout that, y/n. She doesn’t fail to ask you about my brother every time she sees you.” Rin says
“It’s alright, Rinnie. It’s on me since I didn’t really tell her anything about what happened.”
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚⁀➷
“Breakfast? Nice, we woke up at the right time.” Shido says grinning, entering the dining area with Bachira and Chigiri
“Let’s go out after breakfast to make the most out of today.” Chigiri says as he sits down and gets a piece of the manju
“Is Sae missing again? I thought he’s already here?” Bachira states. I couldn’t help but look at Bachira when he mentioned Sae. Rin just shrugged.
“Ah, maybe he’s supervising the restaurant near the hotel? You know how he is.” Shido responds.
“Right. We gotta check on the progress of the hotel too, Rin.” I said as I was sitting and joining them to eat.
“Sure.” Rin answers.
“Itoshi x L/n owned by both families, y/n and Sae managing, are you even doing anything Rin?” Bachira teases while munching on his pineapples even tho he hasn’t eaten any proper food besides that
“Why you — “ Rin was cut off as someone else spoke
“Talking about someone behind their back is rude.” the person behind me says. He stole all our attention and turned to him, Rin, in the flesh. He’s wearing a simple black short that hangs so low on his waist that you can almost see his v-line, holding what seems to be his shirt on one hand and wiping his forehead with a small towel that's around his neck. He is not wearing a shirt. I couldn’t help but admire his physique now, he’s fit before but it seems like it's more evident now with his shoulders and muscles all in the right places that I am itching to run my hands along. I didn’t give it much thought last night but maybe it was because I was too caught up with my feelings. I felt shivers as soon as he looked at me. I immediately looked away and I feel my cheeks heat up as I notice from my side that he is still staring at me.
“Sae, breakfast?” I heard Bachira say, I just focused on my food instead.
“I’ll just make my tea.” Sae said, his voice so low. I stared at him while he’s making his tea, still the same huh? Salted kombucha, it never crossed my mind that watching someone make their own tea could be this hot. I find myself unable to look away. Sae then takes a sip of his tea and sets it down on the counter as he turns his back and looks at me. I promptly took my gaze off of him. What are you doing, y/n? Stop staring, it’s embarrassing. He noticed me staring! my mind screams at myself.
I really can’t help but to admire how he looks.
“Some people just keep exchanging secret glances here” Shido says in a teasing tone
“True. The fire rekindles” Chigiri adds
“Look, y/n’s blushing so hard” and I swear if looks could kill, Bachira’s already laying down on the ground
I looked away and just said “I’m done eating. I’ll go charge my phone” and speed walked straight upstairs without even cleaning up my on plate
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚⁀➷
“Y/n~, mind telling me about what happened a while ago?~” Bachira suddenly says standing at the doorway, curiosity written all over his face.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Get out~ I still have to change clothes.” he laughs as I gently push him out and lock the door.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚⁀➷
Someone knocks and I open the door “You good to go?” Rin asks while I’m going back to the bed and continue to read, I’m still waiting for my phone to finish charging
“Huh? Go where?” I look at him and notice he changed his outfit
“Uh, outside? You said you wanted to swim at the beach and check out the progress of the hotel?”
“Oh, I was reading. It slipped my mind. Give me a few and I’ll just get changed.”
Rin raised his brow and said “You sure? You might drift off to your own world again if I leave you alone.”
I laugh and say “You can wait here if you want, I’ll just pick out my clothes and get changed” while I rummage through my closet
“Let me see, I’ll do it since you’re so slow.” Rin says seriously as he browses through my options and I pout
He pulls out a teal coloured apparel and a sheer cloth, throws it at me. “Go get changed, I’ll wait for you at the hotel since I have to talk to some people first.”
I catch the items and go inside the bathroom changing into the clothes he picked. The bikini is a two piece teal bikini, the cup of the top is shaped into a triangle it sticks to me like second skin and it ties on both the neck and the upper back while the bottom is so cheeky that it almost fits like a thong, I blush while looking at myself in the mirror, it’s fine, right? All the training pays off. I then wear the sheer white dress on top of it, the dress doing so little to hide the almost neon bikini I’m wearing and only reaching mid-thigh. I really love this colour, it reminds me of his eyes.
As I’m going down, I notice the room beside mine with the door open, thinking Sae already went out, I peek inside but bump into Sae who looks like he’s just about to go out. I stiffen, he is just wearing a short that still hangs low on him and still not wearing anything on top but it looks like he just finished showering, with his hair still kind of damp.
He stared at me and looked at me up and down, the colour of his eyes darkening.
“Y/n.” as he takes a step closer, I will myself to step back but I couldn’t
“Scared?” He continues to stare at me and I can’t look away from his teal eyes
“N-no.” I curse myself for stuttering. He walked towards me as I took a few steps back until I couldn't anymore, feeling my back against the wall. He places both his hands on my waist and lowers his head until his face levels mine and I stiffen, afraid of making a move and have our lips touching. It doesn’t help that I can feel the heat emitting from his upper body.
“What are you doing?” I try to sound tough hoping to hide my nervousness
Sae just smirks
“If you know what I’m about to do, you might just run away.” he says and I felt my knees go weak
I can’t help but sigh and he inches closer, just a hair breadth away, I can feel our lips almost touching. “On second thought, you might enjoy it just like last night. But not yet, love. Just wait. Solo espera esta noche, y/n.” He says in a whisper and closes in on my ear instead, giving it a peck.
He then turns around and walks away. I could not help but stay and lean on the wall for support, my heart beating so fast.
What the hell was that?
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Bonus: Sae’s POV
I was about to go out and join the rest of the team when I bumped into y/n at the door way. I looked at her and saw that she’s wearing the skimpiest bikini that hugs her body perfectly, in my favourite colour too, I step closer to her.
“Y/n.” The dress she’s wearing just showcases her legs flawlessly. I could see almost all of her from standing so close. I notice her stiffening.
“Scared?” 
“N-no.” she stutters and I can’t help but take a few more steps closer to her as she inches back to the wall and I place my hands on her waist and level my face with hers.
“What are you doing?” she asks, I can feel her nervousness this close. 
I just want to untie what you’re wearing and lock us up in my room all day, have you panting under me and screaming my name just like last night. 
I smirk and say “If you know what I’m about to do, you might just run away.” She lets out a sigh, was that relief? I inch closer, my lips almost touching hers, I could feel her getting even more nervous.
Fuck. I can’t get a hard on right now, we need to go outside for Pete’s sake.
“On second thought, you might enjoy it just like last night. But not yet, mi amor. Just wait. Solo espera esta noche, y/n.” I settle and just kiss her ear, opting to go out now because if I stay longer, I might actually just pull her inside my room and take off all the clothes she’s wearing.
You just wait for tonight, y/n.
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♡ Okay, this one has to go out of my drafts since this has been stuck in my head bc I just finished reading the blue lock manga again and now I’m tempted to post all the BLock drabbles in my drafts (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ pt. 2 reblogs and interactions are appreciated xx
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wlfpet · 11 months
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ABBY ‘WAR MACHINE’ ANDERSON
—short thoughts
• A honey girl, always keeps a summer tan, usually from working out on the quad all day. Practically glowing all of the time and the girls are insane about it.
• Sorry, the braid is dead. Only ever really wears it on the rugby field, and when she’s walking around campus, her hair is usually down, or up in a bun and held back with a sweatband. Whatever mental image you’re conjuring in your mind, it’s correct. Even that one.
• Her father is the country’s premier neurosurgeon, and he’s donated a lot of money to Jackson University. A library there, a faculty building there, even refurbishing the rugby field for the season. He practically gives a blank check each year, and because of this, consequences don’t really exist for Abs and she gets away with any and everything. The reason why she has an air fryer in her dorm and the RAs pretend like they don’t see it.
• Proud community strap. Was notorious freshman year for having a rotating cycle of girlfriends and side pieces. ‘Those are not healthy coping mechanisms, Abby.’ Her therapist says, but is there really any better way to ease your mind that slipping deep into a warm body, tight and soft and wet? No, probably not.
• Has the prettiest smile, smiles with her eyes, always so charming with plump, kissable lips. Has perfect teeth, never missed a dentist appointment and gets check ups religiously. Had braces in the 10th grade and when she had her first kiss with a girl she cut her lip and it bled all down her mouth. She probably fainted idk.
• Girl himbo (I know what I said.) butch himbo? Butchbo? Actually super smart and well read, majoring in animal science to become a vet tech. Spends a lot of her time in the school library, when she’s not on the field, or at a party, or in a stranger’s bed. Or in her own bed, nursing a hangover, whatever’s more common.
• Still roommates with Manny since freshman year. Originally she got set up with Leah, who then of course wanted to room with her boyfriend, who was conveniently dorming with Manny. A little form-filling here, some schmoozing there, a little ‘my dad owns this school’ over yonder and it was a match made in heaven. Nobody has a deeper, more intimate connection than a butch lesbian and her boy best friend.
• Terribly afraid of needles. She can’t pinpoint specifically what she has against them but they inspire the same nausea in her that heights do, so when she can she steers clear of them. In a turn of drunken, reckless events, Manny convinced her to get her ears pierced, because pretty girls love stud earrings, obviously. By the time the piercer did one ear, Manny had to carry her out of the parlor because she had COMPLETELY passed out.
• Between classes and practice, she forgot to clean her piercing and her ear got infected. She had two large-scale mental breakdowns; the first when she woke up leaking and burning from her ear, which had already sucked the metal halfway into the flesh, and the second, when her dumbass roommate said, “it’s okay, man. I have pliers, I can pull it out for you and then you’re good as new.” She almost threw up.
• The great piercing debacle of ‘21 ended in her calling up her dad, bawling, because she didn’t know what to do, Manny sitting on the couch listening to her freak the fuck out in the bathroom. “This is what happens when you put foreign objects into your body, Abs.” He chided, as *another* needle was plunged into her skin —local anesthetic— before he sliced open her earlobe with a scalpel.
• The proud driver of a cherry-red enclosed Jeep Wrangler, fully paid off by her dad as a highschool graduation gift, an upgrade from the white Audi she got as a 16th birthday present. She gets it rewrapped every six months —the ice blue was real popular with the ROTC girls, the olive green got the environmental club girls out of their panties, the red and black is a pretty good catch-all— (school colours, by the way!)
• Gets her car detailed once every two weeks, the back seat has those mud mats laid down. they’re not for mud.
• Retired horse girl, ALMOST got a pony for her fourteenth birthday! Then, shit happened… and she didn’t get the pony for her fourteenth birthday.
• Loves revenge and power plays, actually! It’s her specialty at this point😚 Got into some medium-tier beef with some dickhead on campus, and somehow his mouth got ahead of him and ended with her being branded as the town’s bulldyke. Interestingly enough, the day didn’t end in Anderson-typical violence. Instead, as one does, she trailed him home one day, borrowing Nora’s black sedan for recon. Just for field research, obviously!
• In the interest of honesty, Abs was definitely planning on stealing the wheels off of his car, or putting bleach in his gas tank, —sugar is a myth, just so you know— until she saw the most beautiful creature strolling out of the house and into a white SUV. Then, her plan changed for absolute scorched-earth total destruction, to an excruciating slow-burn.
• The next week, while shopping at the grocery store which she totally didn’t drive 30 minutes out of her way to go to, she had her first meet cute, coincidentally, with a gorgeous 40-something that just so happened to be some asshole’s mom.
• Before she knew it, she was fucking her on every surface in her house, —artfully furnished, great feng-shui— the kitchen, the bathroom, her marital bed, the couch, essentially the full tour, until they got to her son’s bedroom. Kept a mental note, and when she excused herself to the bathroom she probably erased all of the little shit’s PlayStation saves, too.
• When you start fucking a guy’s mom, it changes you. Your wardrobe especially. Including an arsenal of completely coincidental, just for fun slogan tees, with hits like “I ❤️ HOT MOMS!” “PROMOTED TO DADDY” and a personal favourite, “MAN, I LOVE FISHING!”
* And of course, she comes back to campus fresh off of a 3 hour stint of eating out a woman twice her age, to greet her new best friend with a smile and a, “Hey, your mom makes a good apple fritter! Dessert was fuckin’ greaaat, too! Practically finger lickin’ :)”
* CEO of revenge, comedically evil.
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lixiesfreckless · 4 months
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Burn It | l. m.
the last installment to Punch It, a fic from the PICU
➸ synopsis: The Golden Tire Cup semifinals is today, and Minho has the opportunity to get the Wolfgang Street Racing club to the finals for the first time in four years.
Hopefully with you by his side, he'll be able to make it into the top two.
➸ starring: lee minho x female reader(ft. idols from jypnation, smtown, hybe, kq, everywhere, I went a bit crazy)
➸ word count: 3.6k words
➸ general content: streetracer!minho, very very dangerous street racing(do not attempt to do any of this, no matter how tempting it may be), a stupid amount of cameos, one somewhat misogynistic background character, gearhead culture
➸ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, a mild car wreck
➸ rating: teen+
➸ author's note: this is(should be) the final official installment to the picu! imagine punch it, floor it, and burn it as one continuous timeline, with the ending being this chapter. do I have a favorite? no, not after writing this chapter.
♫ this fic has a soundtrack! you don't need to listen to it while reading(especially if the lyrics will bother you), but it's a street racing tournament for crying out loud. do yourself a favor and listen to these epic vibes.
yes, it's meant to be listened to in that order(starting from Deja Vu). shuffling it will result in Minho cramming you into an air fryer for 20 minutes at 180 degrees.
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♫- Deja Vu
You feel the refreshing spray of hose water on your bare back, soaking your black bikini top for the fourth time this evening. 
Whipping around, you find Minho rinsing off the back of his car, free hand stuffed into his pocket as he whistles and avoids eye contact.
He’s hit with a soapy sponge, square on the back of his black shirt.
“Hey!” He ditches the hose, deciding to pause washing the vehicle in favor of chasing you around the bumper.
The Wolfgang racing club had gathered at Changbin’s house for the annual Golden-Tire-Cup-and-car-show-preparation-party, detailing and fixing cars as needed before it’s time for the race, which takes place in the California desert shortly after sundown. Members were littered across the lawn and garage, replacing rims, tightening brakes, and avoiding Minho, who had taken a liking to spraying anyone that came close to his ride.
“Yo Min, I love what you did with the brakes!” Jisung points and yells to him, twirling and fumbling a ratchet wrench as he runs into the garage, kneeling to meet Seungmin who slides out from under someone’s car on a skateboard.
“What did you do to them?” You ask, cocking your head to the side and crossing your arms.
“Oh, I painted them red to match,” he says nonchalantly, the only sign of something strange being the pink dusting his cheeks.
“Match…match what? There’s no red on your car-”
No, but your whole car is red.
A slow smile spreads across your face as you walk around the hood of the car, and Minho only looks up at you right before you lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek. He smiles as you step back, sighing and admiring your teamwork.
The 1993 Toyota MR2 glistens in the late afternoon sun, not a single scratch or scuff mark streaking the ebony shell. Minho doesn’t think the car has been this clean since he first got the keys.
“You nervous at all?”
“Me? Nervous?” He scoffs and waves you off, and then worry creases his features as he drops the act. “...a little. We haven’t made it this far in years.”
“Yeah, but…” you say, pulling him in to wrap your arms around his half-soaked waist, “for the best racer in the city, I think it’s manageable.”
“Laying it on thick, are we?”
“Better take advantage of it while you can,” you giggle, and he rolls his eyes before leaning down.
Suddenly, a set of loud engines cut into the air as they fly around the block corner, cars rumbling and thundering as they slow down and approach Changbin’s house. A modified black vintage Mustang jerks to a stop in the driveway, and then the door flies open, a slender man with long skunk-stripe hair stepping out onto the hot pavement. A leather jacket with the word Guerillaz across the back sits draped on his shoulders as he closes the car door behind him, and other men start leaving their respective cars.
“Whoa whoa whoa, what did I miss?” The man says, tilting down his sunglasses and smirking at the two of you, still holding each other. You take the hose from Minho and aim it at him, spraying a stream of water and sending him into a fit of shrieks as he holds up his team jacket as a shield.
“Look what the scaredy cat dragged in,” Changbin taunts from the garage, before ditching his work gloves and crossing the lawn to meet the unexpected intruder.
Wooyoung catches Changbin in a hug, elated to see his old teammate after so long.
He used to be a part of the Wolfgang racing club before he moved up the coast to Sacramento– but since he couldn’t keep his hands away from the wheel, he ended up making his own club, one that ended up driving back down to team with Wolfgang to win the Kingdom Cup a year later.
They only come back down twice a year; once for the Christmas car show, and again in the summer for the Golden Tire Cup Championship. 
Wooyoung lets go of him, nodding towards Minho as he takes off his sunglasses.
“Semifinals, huh?” He says, looking at him in awe. “You must have gotten a lot better since I last saw you.”
“My teacher was alright,” he sighs and shrugs, and you spray his face and walk off, leaving him dripping wet in favor of going to find Yeji.
“Now that, I did not see coming,” San whispers, dapping up Hyunjin as he approaches the latter’s Supra, now painted red to match his hair. “The last time I saw them, they hated each other.”
“Wouldn’t you feel the same way if you met your match?” Ryujin pipes up from the ground, tightening the nut on a wheel. “They both thought they were the best before Minho won Changbin’s car.”
“Minho did what?” He asks, eyes turning to saucers.
“Dude, let me tell you about what happened last summer…”
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ ♫- Hall of Fame ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧
Night is falling in the desert, but it’s never looked more awake.
Rows upon rows of cars line up on the dry earth, and photographers and gearheads alike gawk at the automobiles, snapping endless amounts of pictures and videos with their devices. 
Further down the track a stage is set up, with some DJ working a growing crowd as they sip on whatever they can get their hands on.
You’re at the edge of the car show with Yeji, helping her ward off condescending men with boring car questions. Surely they must know that car enthusiasts don’t all have to be male.
Another one saunters up to the two of you, sizing you up with a stare that lingers just a little too long at your exposed midriff.
“And this is your car?” he asks, and in favor of keeping your team from being disqualified, you keep your arms folded tight against your chest.
“Yes, it’s-” Yeji stops you with a raised hand, looking up from inspecting her manicure and staring him dead in the eyes.
“It’s my 608 horsepower V8 engine 2015 Porsche 918 Spyder, why do you ask?” She asks sweetly, smiling and batting her eyelashes at him. He narrows his eyes and reluctantly walks away, realizing this wasn’t a fight he could win.
“Nice one,” you chuckle, right as your phone rings in your team jacket. You check the time and answer it, noting that it’s just after 8 pm before speaking.
“Hello?”
“Your boyfriend says to ‘get your ass over here’. The race is about to start,” Lia says, half drowned out by the crowd you’re sure is swarming there by now. You look at Yeji, who waves you off with a shake of her head.
“I think I can fend for myself,” she whispers, and you nod in response.
“I’ll be there in two minutes.”
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You hear bets being made and taunts being thrown as you push your way through the crowd, making your way to the start of the track. Four cars of different makes, models, and colors sit at the starting line, with members of their respective teams standing near each one, buzzing with anticipation.
After showing the back of your jacket you get let onto the track, where at least half of your gang circles Minho, giving him some last words of advice and encouragement.
“Remember, the gas is on the right and the brakes are on the left,” Felix jokes.
“Oh oh, and your seatbelt,” Jeongin joins in, egging him on, “don’t wanna break the law, now do we?”
“Alright alright, knock it off you two,” Changbin laughs, then looks to the team’s resident mechanic.
Chan is silent for a moment, then puts a hand on Minho’s shoulder.
“You’ve got this,” he says quietly, and the team nods in agreement. “Be safe.”
You push your way into the circle, and Chan smiles at you before gesturing to everyone else.
“Let’s give them some space, yeah?” he says, and the group disperses, wishing safety and slapping Minho on the back before exiting the track.
The man of the hour turns to you as you step up to him, the shouts of the crowd fading into the background as you meet his eyes.
“How are you doing,” you whisper, flicking some sand off of his team jacket. He looks out at the crowd, drawing in a deep breath before looking down at you again.
“I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Of losing,” he admits, running a hand through his black locks. “I don’t want to let everyone down, we’ve come so far-”
“Because of you, Minho,” you interrupt, pushing a pointed finger against his chest. “We only got this far because of you. We’ll be proud no matter what trophy you take home.”
The creases in his forehead ease at your words, and you take his gloved hand into yours.
“You’re not here to be the best; we already know you are,” you remind him, smiling. “You’re here to have fun. Winning would just be a nice bonus.”
“Oh yeah? And what happens if I win?” He grins, pulling your hand a bit closer as you chuckle at his forwardness.
“I can think of a couple things-”
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE TENTH ANNUAL GOLDEN TIRE CUP SEMIFINALS!”
The voice of the announcer booms over the speakers as a tall man with a silver microphone enters the track. You quickly leave a kiss against Minho’s cheek, then lean over to his ear.
“Come back to me in one piece,” you whisper, then squeeze his hand and run off the track. 
“WE HAVE QUITE THE LINEUP FOR YOU TODAY, SO LET'S HEAR IT FOR OUR RACERS!”
The crowd erupts into cheers as each racer stands in front of their car, awaiting their introduction.
“FROM THE P1ECE PEDAL PUSHERS, HWANG INTAK!”
A guy with curly brown hair waves at the crowd, blowing kisses and causing several girls pushed up against the barricade to faint.
“FROM THE BLUE FLAMES, NAKAMURA KAZUHA!”
A Japanese chick with sick looking sunglasses does a small curtsy, and you scream along with the crowd, always excited to see other women excited about racing.
“FROM THE NEVER CRASHING TIRES, LEE JENO!”
A guy with snow white hair spells out his team’s acronym with his hands before waving, and you can hear his team start chanting from down the track.
“AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, FROM THE WOLFGANG, LEE MINHO!”
You and the gang howl as loud as you can as Minho turns around and points to his back, showing off the detailed wolf design on the back of his team leather jacket.
The four racers shake hands with each other before each getting into their cars, waving one last time at the crowd before shutting the doors.
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If Minho really thinks about it, all races are the same.
The announcer had gone over the rules, and despite this not being his first race by a long shot, he assumes that anyone would have been able to guess them.
Three laps around the track.
No shortcuts.
Start at the sound of the gun.
Unlike NASCAR, foul play technically is allowed, but none of the teams that made it to the semifinals made it by playing dirty. It felt too much like cheating. That, and no one wanted to scratch their nice cars for a trophy if they didn’t have to.
Minho grips the wheel and closes his eyes as a girl wearing next to nothing struts out to the middle of the track, holding an air gun in her gloved hand.
Slowly, the sounds of the crowd roaring and his opponents cheekily revving their engines fade into the background, the world around him becoming more still as he goes to his happy place.
He opens his eyes again and he’s back, back in the passenger seat with you holding the steering wheel.
“What are you waiting for?” you say, giving him an annoyed side eye.
“Aren’t you going to tell me when to go?” 
“Okay, go.”
“What-”
BANG!
“Go!”
Minho breaks out of his reverie and floors it, the racers doing the same as the crowd screams in delight.
“AND THEY’RE OFF!” The announcer booms, standing in a tower on the other side of the starting line as a black haired girl next to him waves a giant checkered flag. The cars zoom forward, getting smaller and smaller as they tear down the track. A tiny drone follows them, becoming a tiny red light flashing in the distance.
Minho grins, falling into the rhythm of upshifting like it’s an old song he loves.
The P1ECE’s car takes the lead, narrowly cutting corners while NCT’s car stays hot on its trail, not letting it get a lead. The Wolfgang’s car gives them their space as Blue Flame’s car stays next to it, hugging the inside of every curve. 
One lap down, and Minho is cruising in third place as the cars zip past the finish line.
“IT REALLY IS ANYONE’S GAME FOLKS…”
Silently, you say a prayer as the cars disappear from view, the crowd going insane around you and your gang.
Inside the car, Minho is having a ball, treating the desert track as his own personal time trial as he and the others burn rubber, trading places around every turn. 
He lets Kazuha’s car pass him as he eases up on the gas, enough to let her gain a small lead.
“What is he doing?!” An angry man yells, gripping onto the barrier as the cars fly past the start again, signaling the final lap. You assume he has money on the line as you smirk, knowing Minho’s real strategy.
“THERE GO THE RACERS AND- HOLD UP- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DO WE HAVE A DRIFT RACER?!”
The crowd becomes uncontrollable as they hear the announcer, seeing a small cloud of smoke go up from the edge of the track as Minho drifts around the first turn, not slowing down.
“That’s my boyfriend!” You point and scream, barely keeping yourself behind the barrier.
Minho spins the wheel left and right, howling inside of his car as it slides around every curve, leaving a smoky trail behind it. Threatened, the other racers speed up, attempting to widen the gap between him and them, but he’s gaining ground way too quickly.
He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he wanted to. He’s having too much fun.
He hardly realizes there’s only thirty seconds left between him and the GT Cup Finale.
And then, on the final turn, the unthinkable happens.
Jeno’s car pulls away as something under Kazuha’s car explodes, and then starts smoking.
Minho watches as her car drifts into Intak’s, making them both turn sideways and start to block the inside of the turn. 
Heart dropping, he realizes he won’t be able to clear the turn.
“Are you not going to slow down?!” He yells, frightened at the calmness in your voice.
“Why would I do that-”
“To keep us ALIVE?!” He screams, grabbing onto the middle console. “Because that’s how you handle turns?!”
No.
“This is how you handle a turn,” Minho whispers, and then taps on the break and spins his steering wheel to the right.
Up ahead, you feel yourself going lightheaded as you see the smoke start to build, blocking the rest of the track from view. Only the neon green NCT car was visible, blazing towards the finish line.
Next to you, Hyunjin goes pale, and you grip onto his arm, more to steady yourself than to comfort him as the crowd collectively holds their breath.
And then, the crowd explodes into cheers.
“RUN ME OVER AND CALL ME DINNER- WOLFGANG MAKES IT AROUND THE FINAL TURN!”
Minho flies around the corner, tires skidding against the ground while the car drifts before he steps on the gas again, emerging from the smoke. You scream, nearly shaking Hyunjin to death as you grip onto his jacket and watch the MR2 draw near to the finish line.
The girl next to the announcer wildly waves her checkered flag as the NCT car crosses the finish line, followed two seconds later by the Wolfgang car, before they both screech to a halt.
Minho throws the door open, nearly tripping over himself as he strains to see down the other end of the track, followed by Jeno.
A hush falls over the crowd as they wait in near silence, hoping to see anything other than smoke emerging from the two cars that fell behind.
In the red haze from their tail lights, one figure emerges.
Kazuha’s thumb shoots up from her body, carried in Intak’s arms as he walks them both towards the starting line.
“THEY’RE OKAY!” The announcer cheers, nearly dropping his binoculars as the crowd joins him.
Relieved, Minho's eyes search for yours before locking on them, barely having any time to react as you sprint across the track, and subsequently crash into him. The rest of the gang hops the barrier, whooping and hollering as they celebrate their finalist.
“I knew it, I knew you could do it,” you nearly sob, clutching onto his jacket.
“You saved my life,” he shudders, holding your shoulders tightly. “I would have crashed into them if you never taught me to drift.”
You don’t hesitate; you can’t. You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for the kiss he should have gotten before the race.
The crowd screams as he picks you up and spins the two of you, not caring one bit about who’s looking as he returns your embrace in earnest, smiling against your lips.
“GET A ROOM, WILL YOU?” The announcer laughs, walking up to the two of you and dragging Jeno with him. Minho chuckles and puts you down, and you catch a glimpse of the announcer’s mic, spelling Soobin in sparkly silver letters.
“EVERYONE, OUR GOLDEN TIRE CHAMPIONSHIP FINALISTS!” 
Soobin takes Minho’s arm and raises it along with Jeno’s, and the crowd goes wild.
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slowlee: come to the kitchen rq
You read the text and swipe away the notification, slipping the phone back into your jacket pocket.
“Glad to hear that no one got seriously injured,” the man you were talking to says, stepping back onto his motorbike. “Typically for people like us, crashes end up being way less epic.”
“Well I'm glad you haven't gotten into any,” you jest, waving to him and his crew before they roll off the driveway, their silver hexagonal logos glinting off their jackets in the moonlight.
You turn and walk back up to Changbin’s house, alive and overflowing with guests as the afterparty is in full swing.
Making your way through the crowded house, you dap up Hongjoong and a tipsy Mingi, do a shot with Chaeryeong and Yuna, and slide into the kitchen right as Minho picks up a brown bottle, instantly meeting your gaze.
“EVERYONE!” Minho yells, pouring a shot of whiskey into his cup before pulling you to his side. You try and fail to keep a grin from landing on your face.
“I’d like to make a toast,” he announces, surveying the room of members and supporters turning to face him and grinning. “To this team, for making it to the finals after four years!”
Whoops and whistles fly around the room.
“To Changbin, for helping me keep his old car in top condition so I don’t die on the road!”
A crazy sounding laugh comes from the man holding baby Chun Ja, complete with a mini racer jacket and red binkie.
“And to the rightful owner of his car,” he lowers his voice, face softening as he looks down at you.
“Minho,” you whisper, eyes widening as you stare up at him in shock.
“I want them to know,” he whispers back, hand squeezing your waist.
“For beating my ass by seven seconds in our duel last year,” he continues, and you watch as several members around the room blink and look at each other in confusion. Yeji and Hyunjin’s eyebrows shoot up simultaneously, and your best friend’s eyes meet yours, equally shocked. “And teaching me that there’s no point in being the best, if you’re not having fun with it.”
The room erupts into cheers as Minho raises his solo cup, and everyone follows suit, cups rising all around the kitchen. “Next stop, the Golden Tire Cup Finals!”
“Shit, I’ll drink to that,” Wooyoung laughs, before everyone throws their shots back.
As the party quickly resumes, you’re swarmed by some of the girls in the gang, bombarded with questions about the legendary duel that decided the fate of the club’s leader. Amongst the chaos, you lock eyes with Minho, who’s getting slapped on the back by Hyunjin while some other members tease him.
He mouths three words to you, and you swear you feel your whole soul light on fire.
You giggle, flaming red as you mouth them back.
I love you too.
After all, you should have known that after acquiring your heart, there’s only one thing he could do.
Burn it.
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Burn It
a lixiesfreckles_ production
cast(in order of appearance)
Lee Minho as the finalist
Han Jisung as the baby mechanic
Kim Seungmin as the only one working
Jung Wooyoung as the old teammate
Seo Changbin as the host
Choi San as the one that's figuratively late to the party
Hwang Hyunjin as the drama
Shin Ryujin as the pit crew
Hwang Yeji as the one who knows her shit
Lia as the messenger
Lee Felix as thing 1
Yang Jeongin as thing 2
Bang Chan as the experienced mechanic
Choi Soobin as the mc
Hwang Intak as the heartthrob hero
Nakamura Kazuha as the victim
Lee Jeno as the neo one
Kim Hongjoong as the designated driver
Song Mingi as the passenger princess
Lee Chaeryeong as party girl 1
Shin Yuna as party girl 2
dedicated to everyone who read Punch It and demanded a book afterwards. it's never gonna happen, but the flattery stayed with me.
do not copy or repost. all rights reserved.
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Together Again
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It had been a month since you'd last been with your boyfriend. You missed him like crazy but you understood that he'd be home soon after the tour. Han on the other hand was getting restless and it was starting to drive the other members crazy. If he wasn't sulking and staring at pictures of the two of you, he was wondering out loud what it was that you were doing. 9 times out of 10 you were asleep due to the time differences and he knew that but it didn't stop him from wondering about you.
Their plane had just landed safely in London around lunchtime and he took the opportunity to text you as soon as he was in the van headed to the hotel. It was a little after 5pm for you so the two of you were able to talk a lot longer than usual. He was ecstatic to hear your voice when you called him and he instantly started to tell you about everything going on, but he felt bad. He knew how much you've always wanted to visit London. When the two of you ended the call, the need to see you and be with you just grew even stronger. It got to the point that Minho suggested he'd stuff him into the hotel's air fryer instead of Hyunjin. Yet Han paid his best friend no mind. He had an idea. One that he absolutely needed to see through, even if it meant he'd probably get scolded by his managers.
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Nervousness and excitement coursed throughout your entire body when you stepped out of the hotel elevator and walked to your room. Without anyone knowing, Han paid for your plane ticket and hotel room for the whole duration of his stay. He even managed to get you a ticket to the concert that was in two days, which meant you two not only had plenty of time together but could also enjoy the city some before the show. Eventually he'd tell Chan first and then the others but right now the only thing on his mind was seeing you. It took him no time to find you after you told him you were there. He was practicing out of breath when you opened the door and he swept you off your feet in a hug, spinning you around the room and showering you with kisses.
A few hours passed by in a blur and the sun was slowly beginning to set while you both laid in bed wrapped up in each other's arms watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - a favorite to the both of you-. Yet as much as he would love to stay like this, he really wanted you to see the city that you longed to see. After getting dressed and ultimately getting caught by Chan in the lobby, who simply told you two to be careful, you both put on your black face masks and left, walking out into the warm, breezy summer night air.
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You got to see everything you ever wanted to see and it was all thanks to your boyfriend. You got to see King's Cross station and take the nerdiest couple pictures before breaking out into tears from laughing at the photos in his phone. He then takes you to a cute coffee shop, where you feed him bites of your white chocolate and strawberry cheesecake and your cheeks hurt from constantly smiling at how adorable he is. It's the best night that you could've ever asked for. From there you take a taxi over to the London Eye. Despite you both being afraid of heights, it's something that the both of you had always wanted to experience.
The view is beyond breathtaking and the city lights sparkle below so beautifully that the height doesn't bother either of you. He's pointing out various places that he can see and even points in the direction of where the concert will be held, although you know that neither of you can see it even from where you are. It's all so romantic with the lights changing colors around you and the moon's reflection off the waters below. Once at the very top and shrouded in the night he removes his mask and then yours, kissing you sweetly, creating a moment straight out of a romantic drama that you'd both enjoy.
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With the night coming to an end he takes you to one last place. One you've never seen or even heard of. He himself hadn't known this place existed until the eight of them were on the plane and he overheard Jeongin and Seungmin talking about it. He knew it would be a memorable place to share with you, a first to share together. The Ever After Garden. Not just beautiful in sight with all the thousands of glowing white roses but also beautiful because of its purpose. The both of you make donations for the cause and walk hand in hand in awe, feeling touched but also happy that you both could do something special like this and donate together. He was right, the Ever After Garden was truly a memorable moment and you fell more in love with him than ever before. You felt so incredibly lucky to be able to be his and experience love in many different ways because of him. This man at your side is truly so full of love.♡
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when it rains
furina x reader
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read me!!: no gender language used for reader !! anxious furina, ptsd furina, anxiety attack, reader comforts furina, happy ending
yuna’s thoughts: idk if ppl really wanna see furina but pls she so cute i just wanna nom her up ☹️ this is based off of her “when it rains” voice line! please enjoy! and always, if you like, feel free to leave an ask for something you’d like me to write!
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For Furina, love wasn’t the first thing on her mind when she was relinquished from her duties. Though, her plans for a quiet life were quickly pushed aside by the traveler and their companion. So, she figured she might as well expand her relationships— platonically or not.
After the people of Poisson went through a devastating and preventable tragedy, Furina dealt with immense guilt and anxiety. There were always troubling voices in her head, she never stopped thinking. Her mind was so loud and she just wanted it to stop.
The day she met you, her mind went quiet. Horrific thoughts became less frequent and she was able to gain the strength to acknowledge and help in areas she should have before.
You truly saved her. Saved her from a lifetime of self destruction and anxious tendencies. She cherished your presence, your time, your love for her. “I promise, I’ll love you the best I can. It’s the only way I can even begin to repay you.”
Happiness was prevailing in your relationship, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t the bad moments. Especially when it rained.
You made a habit to check the forecast every night before bed and once in the morning. After Furina had revealed the rain to cause her to spiral, you wanted to make sure she was as comfortable as possible when it did.
Looking down at your phone, a frown fell upon your face. ‘Thunderstorms forecasted to begin shortly. Stay indoors and prepare in case of possible power outages.’ Shutting off the phone, you walked out of the bedroom, ready to prepare the house for the rain.
You spotted Furina in the kitchen. She hummed a soft tune to herself while brewing a cup of tea. Quietly, you walked into the living room, shutting all the curtains. You didn’t want her to see the sky darken, she knew that meant rain.
Pulling the last curtain shut made you realize how dark the lack of sunlight made the room. You walked over to a standing lamp and pulled the string, watching the light illuminate the room. With a content nod, you made your way into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Furina!” You called out sweetly. Her head quickly snapped to you, a delighted expression on her face. “Good morning, my love! Did you sleep well? I’m preparing some tea, if you’d like some.”
As you walked up to her, she turned around, looking back at the brewing tea. You wrapped your arms around her from behind, placing your head in the crook of her neck. “Tea sounds nice. Would you like me to reheat the pastries we brought yesterday?”
“What a splendid idea!” Furina’s hand found their way to yours, holding them as you continued to hug her. “They should be on the top shelf of the fridge.” Following her instructions, you let go of her to walk towards the fridge, which pulled a small disapproving hum for her as your touch faded.
Opening the fridge, you grabbed the box of pastries and placed them on the counter. “I was already going to do it…” Furina began, her tone laced with obviousness. “But I didn’t want to ruin them by making it too squishy,” the end of her sentence sad.
“You do it best! So I’ll take that one and that one!” She smiled at you before grabbing her cup of tea and walking to the living room. You laughed to yourself slightly before placing the pastries she requested in the air fryer. After setting the temperature and time, you followed her into the living room, watching her pick a movie on the tv.
“What are you thinking of watching?” Your arms leaned against the back of the sofa, intently watching her scroll through. “Well..” she leaned her head back to look at you. “I watched a beautifully made romantic comedy yesterday so I want to contrast that. Perhaps a murder mystery?”
You nodded at her answer, eyes trying to peak through a crack in the curtain, seeing if the rain had started yet. Furina’s eyes furrowed when she noticed you weren’t looking at her. “Hey..” she grabbed your chin, tilting it to look at her. “What’s outside that’s more interesting than moi?”
“Oh, nothing.” A reassuring smile grazed itself on your face before you leaned down more, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “May I be free now? Your pastries won’t serve themselves.” Instantly, she let go of your chin. “Yes, my love! Thank you again.” You nodded at the true sincerity of her words before walking back to the kitchen.
Opening the air fryer, you quickly grabbed the pastries and plopped them on the plate. “Should’ve used a mit,” you muttered to yourself, shaking your hand to distract it from the pain. Just as you picked up your tea and the pastry plate, you heard a loud thud come from the living room.
After sloppily placing down the cup and plate, you rushed into the living room. Your eyes first landed on the couch, seeing Furina wasn’t there. You noticed the curtain was pushed open slightly, the sight of the downpour and occasional lightning filled the room.
Walking further into the room, you found Furina on the floor, her back against the coffee table. “Furina?” Concerning lacing your voice as you quickly walked over to the curtain and shut it. Lowering yourself slowly to the floor, you noticed her eyes looked empty.
Small mutters left her mouth in a frantic and repetitive tone. “The water levels, have to stop them. Can’t let the people down. They’re gonna rise I need to do something. Do something. I need to do something.”
After fully positioning yourself next to her, you slowly reached out to place your hand on her knee. She instantly pulled away from your touch. “Don’t touch me!” She yelled, panic and anger tainted her words. Furina got like this when she became anxious. You didn’t take her words to heart no matter how harsh they were.
“Alright, I won’t touch you.” You acknowledged her wishes, she didn’t have the strength to thank you for that. Her hands rapidly tapped on her thighs, her entire body shaking. “The rain.. it’s need to stop. It’s bad, really bad.” Words barely pushed through her tears.
The sound of her chocked sobs filled the room. Your heart broke everytime you saw her like this. “The water levels won’t rise, I promise. Everyone is safe. The people of Fontaine, me, and you.” Taking a moment to see her reaction to her words caused you to pause. The same thing didn’t always work during these situations.
Sometimes, she needed you to be realistic. Other times, she appreciated delusions responses. The tapping of her fingers slowed, signifying that your words were affecting her positively. “You did your duties already to protect Fontaine. The prophecy is gone, everyone will be okay.”
Her sobs lessened, allowing breathes of air to come through. She sniffed a bit, prompting you to reach behind you to grab a tissue. Offering it, she gladly took it and began patting under her eyes before whipping her nose.
“Do you still want your pastries?” Furina nodded. “Yes, please bring them to me.” After walking to the kitchen and back, you placed the pastries and your tea on the coffee table. Swinging back around to the front of the table, you extended a hand to her.
She looked up through teary eyes, grabbing on to your hand. You pulled her to her feet, watching her not even take a second to gain her balance before she threw herself on to you. You accepted her embrace, slowly rubbing her back as the two of you hugged.
“I’m sorry.. I was just curious about what you were looking at. It was a bad idea to check.” She spoke into the hug. “Don’t apologize.” You replied stern yet sincere. “You never have to apologize for things like this, okay? I’m always here to help you.”
Furina’s arms squeezed around you tighter. You felt her arms tug you slightly and her feet move as she pulled you towards the couch. Letting go so you both could sit down, she sat on the couch first. You followed suit, sitting down next to her.
“Oh! I forgot I picked this one out yesterday!” If it wasn’t for the damp spots under her eyes, you would’ve never been able to tell she was crying. When Furina pulled away from the sweets plate and leaned back into the couch, you decided to take the opportunity to wipe away the rest of her tears.
You grabbed her chin, facing her towards you. “Hmm?” She questioned, chewing up a small piece of the pastry. Leaning closer to her you analyzed the tear spots under her eyes. You adjusted your sleeve and held it in your palm. Pulling your hand towards her face, you patted the tears under eyes.
She swallowed the remaining pastry, allowing herself to speak clearly. “Ah, thank you.” Her eyes shyly looked away from yours. Moving your hand to the other eyes, you patted under that one to before pulling your hand back.
Just as you were about to pull away, she grabbed your face in her hands. Pulling your face towards her, she placed her lips lovingly on you. Your arms snaked around her neck, finding comfort there as the two of you shared this intimate and comforting moment.
A smile accompanied by a pink tint on her face was a pleasant first thing to see after the kiss. You licked your lips, tasting the glaze of her pastries on your mouth. “Tasty.” You hummed.
Furina laughed at your response, reaching forward to grab the other one. “Would you like to split?” She wasn’t the type to share, especially the types of pastries she considered to be her favorite. You felt honored at the moment.
“I would love to.” She quickly split the pastry, handing you half of it. “Thank you again, truly. You go above and beyond to help me. I can only hope I find the means to repay you one day.”
You shook your head at her words. “You never need to repay me you know.” Furina’s head tilted out of curiosity. “Huh, why not?”
“Simple. I do this because I love you.”
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Hello 👋 when I was trying to get muscles a few years back I struggled with getting enough protein (I was aiming for 1gm/pound of bodyweight). As a vegetarian how much do you rely on supplements vs your regular meals?
Also if you ever wanna share some of your fav vegetarian recipes I’d appreciate it.
Hi!
To me it looks like you might actually have been aiming for too much protein. The most efficacious amount of protein that you can consume is 70% of your desired body weight in grams of protein. While soy is a complete protein, it is important to consider other sources of protein that have complimentary amino acid profiles. Whey protein is a decent compliment to soy, and eggs are the gold standard for anabolic proteins.
Consistency is key to any sort of anabolism. You should be training your muscle groups to total failure at least one time per week. You should also avoid any systemic inflammation reduction (i.e., from NSAIDs like ibuprofen) as inflammation is the key mediating factor that leads to muscle growth. Additionally, check your hormones and consider hormonal optimization. 9 hours of sleep, avoidance of stress, plenty of sex, and the right window of calories is key. You should be eating between 250-500 calories more than you burn in order to have enough energy left over to build muscle. Good fats are very important as they improve HDL cholesterol which is the number one source of cholesterol for hormone synthesis. Finally, if your body is screaming for rest, do not exercise. It's key to rest when you need to rest so your muscle building can catch up. Overworking yourself will kill your body's ability to recover, meaning that there won't be any muscle growth.
Omelets and tofu are the best. Press out all the water in the tofu, put on soy sauce and a little corn starch that you season, and toss it in the air fryer with a vegetable. Smoothies are also great because they allow you to ingest a lot of protein powder (just make sure to drink them slowly). Typically I have one protein bar and 2-4 scoops of whey protein per day in addition to everything else.
Hope this helps,
Drew
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thecardiganqueen · 3 months
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I made bhel puri last night and it wasn't as good as the stuff my friend and I got when we were Chicago but he and I both thought that was one of the best things we'd ever eaten and mine at least captured some of that magic so I'm calling it a success. I have some tweaking to do (different bhel mix, maybe pop the potatoes in the air fryer for a bit more texture) but my husband loved it and it came together really fast so it's definitely going into the rotation. And my big kid helped me make it which is fun even if that makes everything go slower and the only bit he ate was a bunch of mini papads. We also made quesadillas for him (red beans and cheese) and his sister (zucchini and cheese) and he made himself a very tasty, mostly cucumber salad that he ate all of except the one bite he made me try. It was definitely a "chaos kitchen" night but in the best possible way and we all went to bed with happy tummies.
Also, I bought that pack of mini papads in NYC last January on my crazy birthday trip (what was I thinking taking a solo weekend in NYC that pregnant?!) and they worked so well in the air fryer. Truly a great night in our tiny kitchen last night!
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frog4278 · 2 years
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Some useless Stranger Things headcanons from @dawg3i and I
Mike has OCD and if his schedule is disrupted he will combust
He's also lactose intolerant and is that one kid who has to drink skim and almond milk
Despite this he will still eat dairy products no matter how sick it makes him
He takes out the pickles and tomatoes from his burger, eats plain hotdogs, and eats his fries with mustard. Sick in the head how did Will fall for him
Steve always carries around chapstick, he just has a drawer of nice lip balm
Will is allergic to nuts. What a loser. He and Mike belong together as losers with food allergies
Lucas is terrified of snails and Erica will pick them up after it rains and chase him around
He will climb the tallest tree to get away from her while screaming at the top of his lungs
Mike is the guy who considers ketchup spicy
Robin's that kid at the table that dares Steve to mix chocolate milk and cheese and drink it for ten bucks
Steve is like that middle school friend I had who would drink hot sauce for fun
Dustin's the person who pops chip bags and empty milk cartons and makes everyone think someone fired a gun
If you emptied his backpack you would find an impossible amount of crumbs, crumpled homework, and quarters
Dustin does that thing when you don’t have your homework but you have to act like you lost it
Mike, Nancy, and Robin are the ones who own an air fryer. Robin's was a gift from Nancy
Everyone is banned from the kitchen except Steve and sometimes Nancy only because she actually knows how to cook
Steve’s house holds THE sleepovers ever. He always has the freezer stocked with ice cream for the kids
His parents are never home so literally almost every weekend they’re all over there having the monopoly game of a lifetime
Max and Mike always fight over the car
Max ALWAYS wins
Dustin is always the first to go bankrupt. He's all strategic and talks big game and all of the sudden starts going bankrupt
Will is the banker and has to stop others from stealing money when he isn't looking
The UNO games. Oh man.
Everyone is yelling which person has two cards or three cards and begging each other to target someone else even when they clearly have two cards
And then El just says "Uno" out of nowhere and everyone turns their attention to her at lightning speed
Steve and Dustin keep going after each other even when they have like, half the deck
They both have the most cards and they still put down their best cards when it goes their way. At some point it’s not about winning but having at least a LITTLE less cards than the other
After El wins three games in a row everyone starts suspecting she’s using her powers
Dustin: No I fucking bet it she’s looking through Eddie’s eyes at his cards
Eddie: SHE CAN SEE THROUGH MY EYES?
Eddie starts squinting really hard to the point where he can hardly see his cards
Twister always comes down to El and Dustin (No collarbones comes in pretty handy)
El got tested on as a child, I know she can twist into pretzel ass moves (Also because she's hypermobile)
Jenga is always insane
El gets accused of keeping the tower in place when she and Max go
El: My nose would be bleeding
Lucas: YOU'RE HOLDING YOUR NOSE
Max: Literally she isn’t
El, clearly holding her nose:
Max gaslights everyone
Dustin: SHE'S HOLDING HER NOSE, MAX
Robin: I don’t think so
Mike: YOU TOO?
It gets to the point where even Nancy is like nah. I don’t see her doin that. And then all the boys realize they have a unspoken truce
The boys team up and scheme in the corner but they end up failing even when El doesn’t use her powers
Dustin: Don’t tip it over
Steve: I’m not
Dustin:
Dustin: Steve don’t tip it over
Steve: I’m literally gonna kick this thing over because of you
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popcornforone · 3 months
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I’ve not done this before but I believe this would be what 8 of the Pedro Pascal Guys would gift you on Christmas morning. A little bit of fun & some of you might not agree but this is what I think they would gift you underneath the tree.
Obviously some of these are not going to be minor friendly so best not to read if you are under 18!
Din Djarin
Din would look on (behind the mask obviously) & se you start to unwrap you small gift. The knot won’t undo so Grogu starts to use the force. You think it’s sweet but Din tells him off for not being patient. You undo the last layer of the brown paper & see that Din has gifted you some Beskar. It has his & Grogus emblem on it & you smile back, you are not a mandalorian. You then notice it has a hook & chain. Din comes & sits behind you & slowly clips in it place & you smile. Through his modulator you hear him whisper”your part of our clan now”
Oberyn Martell
You awaken in your chambers, usually a small bowl of fruit is waiting for you from your lover. But this morning there are 3. One filled with fruit, one with nuts & one with spices. There is also a large display of flowers in front of your mirror. You smile & slowly climb out of bed & see a note from your Prince. “I shall come to see you later today, to make sure you remember our day of celebrations”. Oberyn is a man of his word & satisfy you for an hour later that morning. He is greeted by his own gift of your naked body lying on top of the bed sheets.
Frankie Catfish Morales
Frankie is Sober this Christmas & remember to actually get you a gift. No last minute dash to a 24/7 store on Christmas Eve. Nope underneath the tree is that jumper you pointed out 3 weeks ago when you went shopping, plus a watch, yours stopped working a little while ago. You hold them up proudly & smile that Frankie has taken so much in recently. “Awww Frankie” you say & you scoot along the sofa & kiss him softly. “So perfect, you do listen to me”.
Joel Miller (pre outbreak)
Post out break Joel doesn’t even know what day of the week it is but pre outbreak would have spoilt you with gifts. Ginger bread house packs the week before to build. Flowers & plants for you to make a Christmas wreath with in advance. Candles for the Christmas table. It’s like he was doing his own advent calendar himself. But in the day he softly will wake you up & gift you a small piece of jewellery. It’s not much but it will be half his monthly salary. He’d slowly but on the bracket, neckless or earrings on you & then would pepper you in kisses.
Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey
He’s probably on assignment, saving the world. If he is he gifts you a bottle of the next years Statesmen for you to have & save for the future. But if he is home he’s got you something to make your life better. This year he has got you an air fryer. You’ve heard the rest of the world talk about them & he thought it was a rather cool gadget. You both wonder if you can air-fry Brussel sprouts to see if that makes them taste better.
Marcus Moreno
Marcus feels sorry for you. He’s not been a good boyfriend, but you understand being a super hero is more important. So when he is not in bed on Christmas morning you’re a little concerned. But then I’m he walks. “Breakfast in bed for my beloved” he’s made pancakes, proper coffee, fresh orange juice & there is a large bowl of fruit too. “I have other gifts under the tree for you but I promise to be here more emotionally & physically this year” he says before he slips back into bed with you to eat the breakfast & maybe have some morning delight.
Pero Tovar
Rice. He’s got you rice. It’s what keeps him going. He’s grumpy if he doesn’t eat & it’s his favourite. So him buying you 3 bags of rice for Christmas means you don’t have to spend any of your money on it for the next three months, which you are secretly happy about.
Dave York
He’s given you a couple of standard gifts over the day in front of the family, but as you both finish putting things away from the day, Dave hands you a small box. No one else is around the girls are in bed, the in-laws have left. So when you open the box & you see the see through nightdress & new vibrator, you blush. “David!” You squark. He lifts you up abandoning the rest of the cleaning away. “But I’m not wearing it” you say. “I know” Dave replies “I don’t want you wearing anything while i fuck you tonight”
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