#he can just turn for a little bit as a treat

[jinmindeulle]

vulnerable | k. mingyu, j. wonwoo (1)

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 kim mingyu x fem!reader x jeon wonwoo

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 3.3 k

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 angst, fluff | friends-with-benefits!mingyu, neighbor-and-highschool-crush!wonwoo | you decide! mingyu (pt. 2) or wonwoo (pt.3)

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 mentions about sex i guess?

when mingyu realizes that things are not going like he'd like between you two, he asks for some distance. lucky for you, your high school crush was waiting for you some doors away.

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“I don’t wanna fuck tonight”

For how Mingyu plopped himself onto your couch as soon as you opened the door to your apartment, it was pretty clear that he had just come by to spend the night cuddling with you — and you weren’t complaining. You loved being engulfed by your friend’s bulky arms and how he couldn’t get enough of you, even when you were fully clothed and talking about Love Island.

“What’s got you so sulky?” you asked, kissing the top of his head as you walked past him on your way to the kitchen. “You’re lucky I just got started with dinner”

“My boss is a pain in the ass — by the way, those shorts look fire on you” after giving the longest sigh you had ever heard coming from him, the man turned his head your way and winked.

You looked down at your legs and chuckled. Those shorts were the oldest, most worn-out you had in your closet. “I bet they do. Wanna talk about that boss of yours?”

“Nah, work belongs at work. Whatcha cooking?”

“I was craving some japchae.”

“Remind me again, how are you just my fwb?”

A soft giggle escaped your lips, and you just turned around to get started on your dish, not noticing how serious his question had been. The truth was, he was your best friend, with benefits, of course, but that was a line that Mingyu had never wanted to cross when you first started fooling around. 

The first time had been your fault, and Mingyu was always ready to throw that on you whenever he had the chance. You were a little bit drunk, not enough not to remember what happened the next day, but far away from the perfectly reasonable woman you normally were. 

The thing was, even when you were in all your senses and could discern wrong from right, Mingyu had always been an attractive fellow. Aside from his obvious heavenly looks, you felt satisfied and joyful when he favored you over other plans and even other girls. Mingyu looked at you with a softness that you knew only saved for you, and that had gotten into your heart… just a little. 

The pint of beer he treated you that night for helping him set up his new wardrobe made it easier for you to lean a little closer and press your lips to his. 

He looked at you with extremely big eyes but a smirk that you rarely saw while alone with him. “Sorry. You wouldn’t stop rambling” you said, which was partly true. Gyu had just started working as the editor-in-chief of a well-renowned newspaper and liked to tell you all about his new co-workers.

When you took it back to your place, it was obvious that Mingyu was okay with the idea of you kissing him. Now, he was the one bringing his lips to yours after you closed the door behind you. 

“I wanna keep being friends” 

Though it broke your heart a little, you had to admit you were fine with his proposal — just because it meant you gained new rights with the one man you had shared most of your life with. In between hot kisses, you nodded and in a mutual agreement, decided to let it happen. 

“You cannot violate the contract, Gyu” taking the veggies out of the fridge, you reminded him of the spoken agreement you had come to that day. We can kiss, we can have sex. We are not exclusive, we cannot be jealous. We can make it stop when one of us asks to. Keep it private.

“We never said anything about the label” Mingyu got up from the couch and decided to help you out, chopping the carrots you had saved for later.

“What part of ‘We are not exclusive’ equals having a label?” you asked, too concentrated on measuring the right amount of sauce to see the look he gave you.

“But we act as exclusive” 

What was wrong with him today? He had never dared to question whatever thing you got going on after the ‘main event’, so him throwing so many daggers at you regarding your situationship was weird enough to trigger you.

“What’s on your mind? It’s been almost a year of our little fuck-buddies thing and you never asked such dramatic questions”

He sighed and stopped working on the carrots, pressing his left hip to the kitchen counter and leaning on it. After some minutes of silence, he crossed his arms on his chest. “I don’t know. I guess the not-exclusive part but quite literally being exclusive has been on my mind lately. What makes us different from a couple?”

As you finished seasoning the beef, you cleaned your hands and faced him, not sure if you were getting his troubles. “Are you worried that because we are not fucking other people we are becoming ‘a couple’?” 

“Don’t you think so? I mean…” he scratched the back of his head, avoiding your eyes as the thought of you being a couple started to become a reality in his mind. “We act like boyfriend and girlfriend when we are around, we have amazing sex, we-w-we,” he stuttered “We adore each other”

“What I don’t get is,” you came closer to his broad form, looking up to his eyes “Why are you so worried about that?”

“Because I-I” his stutters were not so common on him, and that made you arch an eyebrow. He was not being his usual self “I don’t want us to be a couple” He sentenced.

Bold of you to assume that he was falling in love with you.

Nodding with a lump forming in your throat, you took a step back and dealt with your disappointment as well as you could “What do you suggest, then?”

“Go out with other people. Reject me from time to time, tell me you’ve got plans even when you don’t. Share your bed with another man. Just… don’t let me be the only one around you.”

“Then leave. I’ve got other plans”

. . . . . . . . . .

You hadn’t seen him ever since he left your dorm that eerie evening — over a week ago. He had shot you some texts, but the realization that you were actually feeling things for him beyond what he was willing to offer put a restraint on your replies. They were shorter, emojiless, and a bit bitter. 

Mingyu had wanted to see you two times, Thursday first and Saturday last. I’ve got plans, your default reply to both, and probably to all the invitations that were to come from him. He was getting what he had asked for: no more couple behavior.  

As you finished massaging your night cream with the ‘miraculous’ gua sha onto your jawline, your phone buzzed. An unknown number had sent you a text. 

Hi, Y/N

I know this is weird, but I heard you recently moved

And I think we’re neighbors

What an idiot, this is Jeon Wonwoo

The heat that you felt creeping on your cheeks was not normal, but you were used to it. Jeon Wonwoo had been the crush of your teenage (and not so teenage) years, all the way through high school and even your part-time job at Mrs. Lim’s café right before starting college. 

The seventeen-year-old version of you would be giggling and running around your dorm at just the thought of him and his cute-ass rounded glasses.

Oh my, hi Wonwoo! 

That’s awesome! I moved here a month or so ago, but I never saw you around

I’m at 12A 

Wbu?

As you saved his contact, you thought about how bad in love you had been with him in the past. 

He was the type of guy you had fantasized about for many years, even after meeting Mingyu. Wonwoo was serious at work and even in high school — his responsibilities had always come before anything else and you loved that about him. You just knew he was going to be a successful man in whatever he decided to do in life. And he got all the girls ogling at him, no matter where he went. 

That had been about eight years or so ago. You couldn’t wait to see how handsome he had gotten with time. 

No way

I’m at 16B

You home now?

I’d love to catch up

Just finished preparing some bibimbap

Oh. Dear. Lord.

You entered your closet as fast as you could and discarded the pajama set you had on with the ease that not even Mingyu could master. Your eyes fell on a casual summer dress that was your go-to whenever you needed an easy but cute way out and quickly threw it on.

Before throwing your night skincare routine to the trash with some light makeup, you replied to Wonwoo’s texts.

Sounds yummy! 

Be there in 5

After combing through your (thankfully recently) washed hair, you sprayed your favorite perfume on and took a deep breath. 

“Okay, little Y/N, here we go”

Nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting for you behind the 16B door. 

Jeon Wonwoo was as painfully handsome as he had been as an adolescent. Years had perfectly sat with him and that made your gut relive that tingling sensation you hadn’t felt for a long time. His glasses were still there — a more modern version of his older ones, but they screamed Wonwoo. 

“Oh wow,” he smiled, eagerly blinking, as if he had a blurry vision “I-I didn’t expect you to be quite literally the same as in high school” he smiled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Should I feel offended by that?” you giggled, looking down at your feet to avoid displaying the same dorky smile you did when around him. 

“Of course not! You were always a sight to see. I-I mean, you look beautiful, Y/N. It’s so nice to see you again”

You couldn’t help but think about how many times you had wished for him to look at you like that. To tell you those sweet things and leave you a blushing mess. After what had happened with Mingyu, having your longest-to-date crush in front of you seemed like you were already using all the luck you had available in life. 

“Come in!” he interrupted your thoughts, moving aside so you could enter his place. 

What came after that felt like a dream. Wonwoo was a dream. 

His apartment was very similar to yours, and what didn’t surprise you at all was how well-kept it looked. Though it was all neatly white and gray, bits of his personality were spread around them. Some artwork hung behind the couch, in front of which stood a very big SmartTV. He had two shelves with a handful of PlayStation games and cutesy plants.  

But what caught your attention the most was a small cat scratcher in the corner of the living room.

“You have a cat?!” You asked, eyes sparkling with anticipation as you turned to face him.

“Well… I’m about to have a cat” he chuckled, signaling you to walk to the kitchen with his head. As you followed suit, he continued “I’m waiting for my brother to bring it home tomorrow”

“Oh my God, it must be the cutest thing ever!” you cried, holding your cheeks with your hands as he showed you a picture of the small creature on his phone “It’s so tiny!” you whined, feeling excitement for what was about to come for Wonwoo “Please invite me over when it arrives” you pleaded, taking his arm to emphasize the importance your request. 

“You will be here, don’t worry”

The security with which he delivered that statement sent shivers down your spine. That confidence was new to you — this Wonwoo was new to you, and you couldn’t wait to explore him.

His bibimbap was delicious, and conversation flowed effortlessly between the two of you. 

Wonwoo had been working as a corporate lawyer for quite some time. Just as you had predicted, he handled big responsibilities like negotiating contracts, dealing with lawsuits, and advising companies on legal matters. He even mentored younger employees and, in his words, was respected but not necessarily liked. 

“I don’t believe that” you shook your head, putting down the chopsticks after finishing the delight he had cooked. 

“That’s me at work. I have a hard time with stupid-ass people”

“Now that I think about it… you did have a hard time with stupid-ass people at the café too”

“See? Not much has changed” He smiled at you, taking the empty plates and putting them into his small dishwasher. “So.. how’s life?”

That was a hard one. Of course, you were not about to rant about how Mingyu, a guy he had never met, had decided to end whatever you had just because he didn’t like commitment. Wonwoo didn’t need to know the hardships of your recently deceased situationship, so you opted to open a door you were now comfortable with opening. 

“26, single, working from Monday to Friday, reading books, and watching reality shows from Saturday to Sunday. A great catch, huh?” the joke-not-so-joke was well-directed because it had the effect you had intended. 

“If you take into account that I’m 28, also single and working from Monday to Friday, playing video games and maybe working out from Saturday to Sunday, I surely think you are an amazing catch” 

But that left you speechless. Wonwoo had never been that direct, even when you had teased him about the long lines of girls drooling on him during high school.

“That job of yours did wonders for your flirting skills, let me tell you” you giggled, feeling the same old tingling sensation on your stomach. 

When it finally hit you that the following day was Monday and the clock was close to 12 sharp, you regretfully made your way to the door. “It was so good to see you again Wonwoo. Thank you for the delicious food”

“I had a blast. Thank you for accepting the last-minute invite. So.. ’ll see you tomorrow?” his gentle smile and glistened eyes made you want to kiss him right then and there. But it felt too rushed, too desperate. And Mingyu was still on your mind, no matter how much you hated him lately. 

“I get home from work at around 7. Sounds good?”

“Do you still like ramen?” 

“Hands down my favorite dish of all time” you nodded eagerly, excitement creeping around you.

“You will taste the best one as of yet”

“Can’t wait”

. . . . . . . . . .

You loved your high-pressure job. As expected when working in finance, your team usually makes big decisions about the company’s mergers, stock trading, and investments. It demanded a lot of strategic thinking, and thankfully you were quite good at it. However, that also meant that you would end up exhausted, literally collapsing on your couch every single day.

But that Monday evening could not be the case.

As soon as you went out of the elevator, you could see his tall frame resting on the wall beside your apartment door, clearly waiting for you. You stood still for a second and considered going down the hall again before he could see you in an attempt to avoid the awkward conversation that was about to happen. But Mingyu was faster and turned around just when the elevator door closed. 

“Are you moving anytime soon?” he crooked his eyebrow, waiting for you to get inside.

“What are you doing here?”

“Trying to make up with you”

You felt silent as you opened the door, Mingyu’s gaze burning into you, his body too close for your liking. You could smell his manly perfume and that hit in places you would rather not. He had the same effect on you as he always did, and you hated yourself for letting him in so easily.  

“I have to leave soon, so make it short” you discarded your bag and waited for him to speak, hands on your hips. 

Mingyu stood by the door, studying your every move. You could see his brain making mental gymnastics to understand your new demeanor with him because you had never treated him like that. So crude, so direct, so painfully detached. But that was what you wanted him to feel — he had made you want that. 

“When I said that I didn’t want us to be a couple I didn’t mean to stop seeing each other. I suggested you start seeing other people and spending a little less time on our own. But you cut ties altogether” It hurt you to see him looking at you with glistened eyes, and even though he tried to hide it, you noticed how his lower lip trembling. That… you didn’t expect that “I love hanging out with you. I love what we had.”

“I don’t get you,” you shook your head when you finally wrapped your head around what he was saying “You were clear when you said that you wanted us to still fuck around but not all the time. And I understood. So, when I finally comply with your wishes, you tell me you loved what we had?”

“I don’t see what you don’t get” he took a step forward, reaching out to brush your fingers with his “I was happy with how things were going, but I just… I needed to make sure we were following the rules”

The contradiction was so clear to you that your head was about to explode. “You were happy but because we were not following one stupid rule, which you considered to be more important than what we had, you had to ruin it”

Mingyu opened his mouth to respond, but you shook your head and prevented him from saying anything else “You clearly have some shit to reflect on, Gyu. I love you and I had a great time with you, but I just cannot keep on doing this if you are worried about what we are rather than how we feel. Have you stopped to think about why we never slept around with other people? Why we were so comfortable with one another, no matter if we had sex or not?” you pressed your hands to his cheeks, taking in how vulnerable he looked. His eyes were fixated on yours, standing still in his place, listening attentively “The rule was there because we decided to create it at a time when we didn’t know where this was heading. It felt natural because we were transforming a friendship into something else… we thought we were going to stop on a middle ground between friendship and a couple's relationship. But by now you and I know we were exclusive, we were around each other all the time — we just were private.”

“I-I…,” Mingyu mumbled slowly reaching to put his hands on yours, still holding his face “I never realised it” The weakness with which he delivered it made your heart twitch. 

“I know. I think, deep down, we were aware of what we were — putting on the label was the scary part. But, Gyu…,” you smiled a little and decided it was best to end the conversation there “We don’t have to do this. You don’t want commitment, and that’s fine” 

“I don’t know what I want” he closed his eyes, slowly taking a breath. 

“Go home and take your time.” 

It felt like a farewell. You were sure he was not ready to commit with you, or any other woman. You loved him, yes, and you were willing to wait for him to decide, no matter how disadvantageous the situation was for you. But you also knew there was someone else waiting for you in 16B.

So you kissed Mingyu, taking his lips with soft care, sighing when he took you by the waist and pressed you against his hard chest. He hugged your lips with his in a desperate attempt to get all he could from this last one, and hopefully remember how you felt for the nights that he was about to spend all alone, wishing to have you by his side.

“Go” you whispered against his lips, taking him by the arms and pushing him away.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N”

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part 1 | you decide... mingyu (2) or wonwoo (3) soon!

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[livmightlive]

Hyrule is like a Victorian child

I think Hyrule wouldn’t know some things in other eras bc his own is missing quite a bit. Like it starts with him not knowing a popular snack and the chain is like: ??!! So they make it their immediate mission to make Hyrule try some.

Cut to Wind who immediately wants Hyrule to try any super spicy or sour thing he can get his hands on. (Takis, war head equivalent) Wind basically thinks that he’s taken on the grand task of educating a pilgrim. He’s showing funny pictures to Hyrule like: Do you know crab???

Hyrule actually does know most of the things shown to him, they’re usually in his era, maybe scarce but there, or he’s seen it in a book from the royal library. He goes along with it though, just to make Wind happy. He’s does get a little insulted when Wind presents him with a lemon. Nevertheless, he puts on a good show. “It’s so sour 😩 I’ve never tasted something that hurt me oh so much 😖”

surprisingly, to Hyrule, others in the chain buy his act. Twilight slides over: “surely you know what a pumpkin is…” “do you wear it? 🥺”

Hyrule starts using these assumptions to his advantage. “What is cake?..” “Is massages a type of cake?” “What is a vodka shot? Is it a type of arrow? 😇” He used this to his advantage at a shockingly high success rate. He has the chain eating out of his palm.

this all comes to a stop when they’re back in Hyrule’s era and they run into a lemon tree. Wind slow turns to Hyrule who’s trying to hide behind time. “How much of it was a lie.” “Whoa… what a miracle… lemons.. in my era…”

wind doesn’t buy it. The chain treats Hyrule like the boy who cried wolf for a week 😮‍💨

(time is the actual Victorian child. When he overhears wind trying to teach Hyrule something he’s lowkey like 👀 bc half the time he doesn’t know)

[lexirosewrites]

A sequel to my nugget #4 ficlet from last week

Baby Jim is a sweet little guy, he starts sleeping thru the night much more quickly than his siblings did, rolls over fast because his siblings r always showing him how, but then... he starts teething at 8 months and it's like a dam is unleashed, for the first time the tried & true teething tricks steddie used w their first 3 pups aren't working the same & poor baby Jim is up at all hours crying in pain & his crying makes the older siblings cry bc they can scent the pain his milky baby scent, then because he isn't sleeping he cries more & eventually it makes Steve cry from exhaustion & frustration & feelings of not being a good mother to his pup & Steve crying makes Eddie cry & the whole house devolves into a weeping mess, the other parents of the party also find themselves at a loss because their own advice doesn't help for very long

Enter: Mrs Amelia Harrington. She divorced Richard not long after steddie registered their mating and reconnected w her son rebuilt their relationship and is now the extravagant well traveled grandmother who always brings gifts for her grandchildren & child & son in law, and she might live in Vienna most of the year now but she still makes time to visit at least once a year. Well Steve warns her about the teething issues on the drive home from the airport & Amelia simply hums.

They get everything inside & poor baby Jim is crying not long after she arrives, she asks what they've tried & Steve starts crying as he explains: Jim rejects every teething toy they give him after an hour at best, his parents scents don't help for long enough for Jim to sleep properly, he spits out the cold pacifier almost immediately, and practically throws any clean wet washcloths across the room.

Amelia hums more before she nods, says she figured Jim might have started teething & she had a feeling he might struggle the same way Steve did, and then turns & rummages thru her luggage before coming back with a spoon tht clearly had begun as a beautiful piece of silver but was now bent in curious ways. When eddie & Steve try to ask she simply shushes them, says she will explain in a bit and goes about chilling the spoon in the fridge then scooping Greek yogurt into it. Amelia asks to hold baby Jim who hasn't really stopped crying & when he's situated comfortably in her arms she pops the cold spoon of yogurt into his mouth & a miracle happens: baby Jim gums at the yogurt & chews on the spoon long after the yogurt is gone, in fact he doesn't seem to want to let it go, steddie have never seen him treat any of the teething remedies they'd tried up to now like this.

Amelia explains: Steve was the sweetest baby, slept thru the night more often than not, rolled over quickly but crawled by pushing himself around in silly ways for awhile, he liked laughing & giggling & ate with no issues, but then he hit 7 months & began teething in earnest & her sweet baby was suddenly in pain she couldn't fix. He rejected all of the rubber toys she bought for him to chew on, he spit out cold pacifiers, & she felt at the end of her rope. (Richard was of course no help during this time & even got a hotel room for himself alone till Steve got thru the worst of it, fuck Richard Harrington all my homies hate Richard Harrington) Then one day she was exhausted & alone in tht big house & just wanted him to eat some yogurt but he was rejecting all of his baby spoons & she didn't have many clean dishes at tht particular moment so she just said "fuck it" opened up the heirloom silverware she'd inherited from her grandmother (tht she'd gifted to steddie as a belated wedding/mating/house warming gift) pulled out one of dozens of small spoons & fed him w tht, but then he simply wouldn't let the spoon go & he even began chewing at it & teething on it in a way he hadn't w anything else. So Amelia didn't question it beyond calling a friend from college about the safety of silver for a teething bby, who said it would b fine after she tested for lead (found none & learned it was pure silver) tht silver is non-toxic, hypoallergenic, & naturally antimicrobial. Steve preferred his spoon over all his other teething toys but would settle for a rubber toy shaped like a donut while the spoon was being washed.

Through this whole explanation baby Jim was the most content they'd seen him since he began teething, even asking with his hands for more yogurt which grandma Amelia happily gave him. Soon enough she was laying baby Jim down in his crib for a nap with the spoon in his grip.

Steve is teased mercilessly for approximately 3 days abt being such a fancy rich baby he would settle for nothing less than pure silver as a teething toy. And that Baby Jim is truly the most dramatic & theatrical of all their nuggets because he demanded the same

(Amelia came from generational wealth, old money but Indiana money. She traveled a lot & met Richard not long after college & was often disappointed in him but didn't divorce him bc he was skilled at love bombing her specifically. Steve traveled a lot too as a kid & then as a teen he'd summer in Europe w his mom. I just like the idea of this)

(Might b sending in an ask abt nugget #5 a little bit later but i must complete a chore in my home first)

silver spoon pups🤭

[writer-freak]

Spoiled Rafayel x bodyguard reader

Idea: Spoiled bratty rich girl x bodyguard who's forced to put up with it

Warnings: Gn reader, fluff, AU, strong reader, Rafayel being overdramatic, Rafayel being a tease and a bit of a brat, pretty short I just wrote down whatever came to me A/n: I had this little idea of for a spoiled rich girl x reader and who would fit better for this type of a scenario than Rafayel. Reader isn't really meant to be Mc and this is more of an AU. Maybe I'm gonna write some more for this idea as I find it pretty fun.l

"You're not carrying me?" Rafayel blinked at you, all wide, expectant eyes, his lips forming into a pout. "But my legs hurt."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Your legs don’t hurt. You just don’t want to walk."

He gasped, clutching his chest like you’d just stabbed him. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing? I—"

"You literally just told me that your custom-made boots are the most comfortable things you've ever owned."

"A betrayal of this magnitude... and from my own bodyguard!" He dramatically leaned against the nearest wall, resting the back of his hand on his forehead.

"Rafayel."

"Look at me, left to suffer. The streets are so—so dirty, and here I am, expected to walk like some commoner."

You were this close to walking away and letting him figure it out himself. But no, you were his bodyguard, and no matter how insufferable and annoying he was, you were stuck with him.

Unfortunately.

"Listen, your highness," you drawled, grabbing his arm and forcing him back upright. "You have two perfectly good legs. Use them. Or do you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you like a sack of potatoes?"

His eyes shined at that, a wicked smirk appearing on his lips. "Oh? How bold of you. Are you sure you can handle all this?" He gestured vaguely at himself. "I am quite the precious cargo."

You let go of his arm. "Walk."

"Ugh, fine." He sighed like you were asking him to climb a mountain instead of just taking a few steps. "But if my legs fall off, I hope you can live with the guilt."

This was your life. Babysitting a spoiled, dramatic, and entirely too attractive pain in the ass.

You weren’t sure exactly when things started to change.

Maybe it was the way he started listening to you more, actually taking your orders seriously instead of treating them like some funny suggestions.

Maybe it was the way he’d hover a little too close after a fight, his eyes scanning you for injuries, lips drawn into a rare frown.

Or maybe it was the way your heart didn’t jump in frustration anymore when he teased you, but instead, your heart jumped with some other more dangerous feeling.

"You know," Rafayel mused one day, sprawled across a luxurious couch while you stood stiffly by the door. "I think I've grown quite fond of you."

You arched a brow. "Oh? In a ‘you’re my favorite servant’ kind of way?"

He grinned. "In a my bodyguard is the only person I trust and also happens to be devastatingly attractive kind of way."

You stared at him. "Rafayel."

"Yes, my dear protector?"

You exhaled sharply, trying so hard not to let his words affect you. "You can’t just—just say things like that."

He tilted his head, his eyes glittering. "Why not? Does it fluster you?"

You turned away, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck. "I’m leaving."

"But who's going to protect me from all the dangers of the world that are out to get me?"

"You'll be fine."

"Wait, wait!" He scrambled up. "Fine, fine! I won't tease you. At leasdt not as much." He looked at you, his gaze softer now. "But you are my favorite."

You sighed, but this time, you couldn’t quite fight off the small smile tugging at your lips.

Maybe this job wasn’t so bad after all.

Divider by: @cafekitsune

[sunrisecaminus]

Ratchet x Bullied Reader SFW

Summary - Ratchet saved you from a beat down. A bully of yours just had to get in the way of his human x_x

Warnings - A bit of violence, Bullying, College (~spooky~)

Type of fic - Hurt/Comfort

Y/n was just coming out of college, holding her laptop in one of her arms while in her other hand she is texting on her phone for pick up from her guardian. Ratchet was getting tired of driving all across Jasper just to get to this stupid college that is in the middle of the desert of Nevada. He was already grumpy when he leaves the base, seeing your text messages from the com and transforms to start driving. You saw Ratchet when he was fighting Decepticons when you were walking home in the night. Ever since you were honestly the best human he had ever met, which isn't saying much from the other three. Both of you are quiet people and whenever you are around each other, everyone can feel the peace between you both. Your conversations are usually about differences between Cybertronian and Human culture, anatomy, school, or sometimes you like to lean on his helm and listen to his most ridiculous stories about crazy patients he had back on Cybertron in the hospital. He never thought he would like a human in a way he does with you. You are very special in his eyes and he would do anything for you if you need. Though he never shows his soft side most of the time. You think he is a big grumpy pants, but you feel like he isn't showing you how he truly feels about you. Optimus told you many times how his best friend treats people who he cares about, so you never took Ratchet's insults at you seriously.

Ratchet can't stop worrying about you though, as you seem to have some people from the past that goes to your college. You told him about how they use to push you around and harass you ever sense middle school. It probably started from when you threw milk on them for picking on your friend. They were so embarrassed and it seems that they moved from your friend to now the person who was willing to give them the attention they wanted. Ratchet got extra protective when he heard that it wasn't just a few people either, there was like five people in the group that constantly pick on you for years. They would drive by you and get you wet whenever they saw you walking alone, call you names and insult you in class, throw food at you to ruin your clothes whenever you dress cute, anything that could get you angry, those little nobodies did. You find yourself waiting a bit longer than usual, but that is probably because there was some traffic. There is a party going on right now in the campus where everyone is partying, eating, and playing games. You were sitting at a bench just outside the campus and even than you could hear the music. Opening your laptop, you start to work on an essay you had due next week for your literature class. People walking past you as you check your emails. One you saved of Ratchet and the rest congratulating you on your 22nd birthday a few months ago. It was always nice to see the message, because of the English grammar mistakes and emojis, probably from bumblebee or bulkhead (or Miko if she was helping them type what they wanted to say in the email). As you switch the tab to go back to typing the essay, you feel your laptop being smacked out of your hands and landing on the sidewalk. You turn to see the oldest of the group, b/n. Thankfully your laptop didn't break as you stand to go grab it, but b/n grabs your arm and turns you around forcefully.

"What? Come on look at me. Like my new haircut?" They push on your chest as you step back a bit.

"Oh come on b/n, will you quit?" You spit on the ground in front of them as you go to get your laptop again. This time, b/n was pissed at your attitude and kicked the laptop into the road, unfortunately, a truck drove by and ran over the laptop, which immediately shattered the poor thing. You hear the cracking and crunching of the laptop being ran over as you gasp in horror. That laptop had so many things on it that you needed. Not only your unfinished projects, but also the loving emails and messages you get on it all the time from the Autobots. You looked at b/n in horror and anger as you pushed them back, harder then they did earlier.

"What is wrong with you?!" You yelled as b/n looked at you. They seem to not think it was going to be broken like that and seemed shocked themselves, but when they got pushed they switched to anger and shoved you really hard. You land on the ground and scrape your elbow and your butt hits the pavement really hard, feeling the pain growing from your butt all the way to the middle of your back. You hissed in pain as you lay there to try and maybe get the pain to slowly muffle itself by not moving.

"Don't fucking push me!" b/n yelled back at you and kicks your leg. You yell from the pain that was inflicted on you calf and you hold the part they kicked. You never was bullied like this before, b/n definitely had a rough day and wanted to make your life worse to make them feel better. You never knew b/n had such a kick either, you heard about them being kicked out of soccer, but you never knew the group would ever get physical with you, so it never worried you about them being in sports. Before the idiot tried to kick you again, you hear an ambulance siren loudly blaring on the street and b/n immediately looked up. They see the ambulance driving over and booked it in the opposite direction, going into the grass and heading into the neighborhood so they couldn't be caught.

Ratchet saw when he turned on the street you being pushed and kicked hard. He knew he had to take action before anymore damage was inflicted onto you. The only thing he could think of at the moment was to scare the bully by blaring his siren, but thankfully it worked because he didn't know what he was going to do if they kept kicking you. No one else was around because every student was either home by now or still at the party at campus, so he transforms and rushes to your aid. You open your eyes to see him and felt so relieved. You reached your hand up for him and he sees this as a sign for help. Ratchet scoops you up in his hands and calls in for a ground bridge. You hiss in pain from being moved but held onto one of Ratchet's digits to show how you are still ok.

"What in the Allspark happened?! Why did b/n start a fight?! You look drained!" He kept rambling as he goes rushing into the ground bridge, quickly getting you to lay on the couch. Ratchet goes to his station and coms June Darby as quickly as he could to tell her the situation. Ratchet doesn't know how much damage b/n did to you, and is thinking you are fatally injured. He always knew humans were delicate beings and needed to know quickly if you were going to be ok. You could hear him mumbling to himself, saying "I swear if I was the sooner…" and "…I should've told y/n to just stay home." You whistle to grab his attention and you see his little ears perk up from the noise. Ratchet looks at you with his full focus on you and stops what he was doing. You knew this was difficult for him, but he should not be putting the blame on himself just for you. "I'm ok, just a bit bruised. Don't be so hard on yourself." You talked to him like you were an angel in his eyes. Ratchet listened to your gentle voice that sounded so weak yet beautiful like it always was. He never could tell you to shut up, really he couldn't. Even he couldn't believe how much he liked the way a human spoke, but you were just there, telling him everything was going to be ok…and that is all he needed to come over to you and lay his hand right next to you. You smile softly at him and you take one of his digits again, gently stroking it with your thumb. He couldn't believe how soft you were, but primus that just made him even more anxious about keeping you safe. Judy walked in to see him press his finger as delicately as he could to your face and caressed it. She smiled at how strong your bond was with him, and she walked over to check your injuries. That is when you remembered...you have a hard drive of all the emails and projects in your pocket. Well, you can just get Agent Fowler to buy you a new computer...you knew a certain medic that would threaten him if Fowler said no, anyway.

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Okay I read Wind Breaker With Sakura haruka Older sister but.. BUT.. What about Sakura Younger sister With Bofurin (Kiryu,Sou,Nerei, taiga Umemiya, Hiigari, Ren, Sugishita, Kotoha,Tsubakino ) and Shishitoren.(Togame, Choji, Sako, Kanuma,Arima, Inugami)

Sakura haruka Younger sister

Who admires her Older brother very much and is clingy to him

Who's the "Nurse" Of Bofurin and Shishitoren (since there friends already 🫶) and would treat there wounds( what's that you guys got hurt? nurse y/n is here to help!)

Who isn't a damsel in distress and would fight back

Who's very smiling and friendly but turns into a Beast and beat anyone who mistreat her friends and brother

Who admire hiiragi Very much because he save her(One summer before Sakura and her transfer to Bofurin) but doesn't remember her(which she's alright with that)

Who's fighting style is mixed(Kick boxing, And Break dancing)

Who loves to cook and would pack lunch for her brother (and hiragi and ren)

Who is scary when mad

Who isn't really Sakura haruka Younger sister but Both saw each other as siblings

Who as a child and in middle school got bullied because of her red hair but learn to love it(Thanks to Haruka and Hiiragi)

Who likes to tease her friends but would be gentle with them

Who loves going to cake shop with Kota and would often hand out just to visit shops

Who gets along with Ren and would listen to music with him

Who's a gamer like Kiryu and would often okay late at night

Who like to work out By boxing and would after ask Taiga to train

Who shares information about her brother to nerei

Who enjoy tea with Sou

Who Gets into fight with sugishita because he can see he dislikes her brother

Who loves it when Sakura would be overprotective of her

Likes to play shogi and go with togame

Would tease kanume(Nickname Meme-chan) hehehe

Would bring Choji some red bean from his fav bakery

Sakura haruka younger sister who wants to help her brother becomes top One

It's alright if it's hard! And you don't wanna do it!

I'm after a bit longer break and hopefully with recharged energy for some new ideas and stories.

I grouped some things and changed the order around to match it a little more with the headcanons I wrote.

HC being Haruka Sakura's younger sister

(In one of those reader is said to have red hair)

Who isn't really Sakura Haruka's younger sister but both saw each other as siblings Who admires her older brother very much and is clingy to him Who loves it when Sakura would be overprotective of her

Even if Haruka wasn't your biological older brother you somehow ended up looking up to him.

Well, he always would be your stupid and overprotective brother. But how could you not admire him even a little when he helped you whenever you pestered him long enough about it?

Making you look really clingy but it just so happened that he was a magnet for fun and adrenaline-inducting situations, and you liked it.

Who's the "Nurse" Of Bofurin and Shishitoren (since they are friends already 🫶) and would treat their wounds (what's that you guys got hurt? Nurse y/n is here to help!) Who likes to tease her friends but is gentle with them

You were curious about Shishitoren, as soon as your brother talked about the fights and came back home with bruises. You listened to him attentively dabbing the blood away from his face and placing the band-aids all over him.

Of course, the little information he gave you was not enough, and soon you found yourself following him into the Shishitoren territory. He sighed deeply looking at your excited steps and he already regretted agreeing to introduce you to the guys.

Tomiyama was so happy to see another Sakura and he bounced around you with a beaming smile while asking if you also fought. The Shishitoren lot was surprised to learn that you dubbed as a nurse for Haruka and the rest of Bofurin.

They joked about stealing you away from them whenever they got injured making your brother glare at them with a scrunched-up face.

This got you some new teasing material for whenever the Furin students got under your skin. You would simply state the possibility of being a full-time nurse for Shishitoren and that would shut up everyone so easily.

You actually got along really well with Arima and Kanuma. The 'got along' part was heavily skewed as in reality you loved teasing each other and took every possibility you could to do that.

Who is scary when mad Who isn't a damsel in distress and would fight back Who's fighting style is mixed (kickboxing and break dancing) Who's very smiling and friendly but turns into a beast and beats anyone who mistreats her friends and brother

Being the nurse of Bofurin obviously, you knew how to fight, just you preferred not to use it without much reason. The fact that your brother or some other student was often with you meant you also didn't need to show off your skills as they were the first to protect you.

However, there were a few times when gossip ran around the school, saying you beat up some people. Some thought the gossip was a little too much and you wouldn't touch anyone leaving fighting to your brother.

That is until some guys started calling names Haruka and some of your friends, mocking them and throwing some trash in their direction.

The sound of your fist connecting with their face was so loud you could hear the gasps of people behind you.

Your style of fighting was really something, slightly similar to Haruka but still so distinct. The kickboxing mixed with break-dancing moves made you look as if you were performing. They would think it was a scripted fight, if not for the state you left the guys in.

Who as a child and in middle school got bullied because of her red hair but learned to love it (thanks to Haruka and Hiiragi) Who admires Hiiragi very much because he saved her (one summer before Sakura and her transfer to Bofurin) but doesn't remember her (which she's alright with)

The red colour of your hair was something you used to hate, you would probably start dyeing it soon enough. Thankfully, for the two people you didn't have to.

You were so grateful to your brother and Hiiragi for making you realize it wasn't as bad as you thought.

It was mostly thanks to Haruka who also had trouble with bullies that talked about his hair. Your late-night conversations about the issue both of you encountered were helpful enough and you found even more admiration for him thanks to that.

As for Hiiragi, you couldn't forget the older boy who helped you after one of the school days. He noticed some of, who he assumed were your schoolmates, as they followed after you making fun of you and trying to throw their leftovers over your head in hopes of covering your red hair.

He strode towards them with his scowl, yelling at them and getting ready to fight them, which he obviously didn't have to do as they ran away. Hiiragi scared them quite well as they didn't follow you anymore.

You, however, were in awe, especially when all he did after that was patting you on your head and saying he really liked your hair.

You were a little disappointed not being able to see the man who helped you in the future weeks, only when Haruka entered Bofurin you had the possibility to see him.

He got very flustered after you reminded him about the encounter, trying to keep you quiet about it, in case Umemiya heard it. He knew if such happened, the top of Bofurin wouldn't leave him alone.

Who loves to cook and would pack lunch for her brother (and Hiragi and Ren)

You sometimes sacrificed your sleep, waking up earlier than usual to make some breakfast for Haruka.

If not for you, you were certain he would live on fast foods or pre-made food from convenience stores. Thankfully you were so nice as to provide him home-cooked dishes.

Almost every time with the lunch for your brother you prepared two additional boxes for Hiiragi and Ren.

When Haruka asked about them you offhandedly replied you made too much and had to do something with the food.

You passed the two older boys on your way to school. Smile on your face as a greeting, you ran up to them to gift them the bentos.

As Hiiragi realized it might have something to do with the story you shared about him saving you. Ren never understood why you would make him food, but he was grateful nonetheless. Eating everything you prepared and cleaning the box before they both gave them back to you saying how good they were.

Who loves going to cake shop with Kota and would often hang out just to visit shops

Lacking inspiration for deserts to make at home you went out to hunt for it by tasting the ones prepared by different bakeries.

During one such outing, you noticed a familiar face. Kota's eyes widened seeing you joining his table.

He made you swear you would tell others about it and in return he showed you all the best sweets he knew in the nearby area, making your list of things to try and bake at home enormous.

It became your habit to contact him whenever you craved something new and he never disappointed in providing something truly mouthwatering.

Would bring Choji some red bean from his fav bakery

After learning that Tomiyama was a fellow sweet enthusiast you started bringing him, his favourites with red bean filling, each time you came to Shishitoren.

He loved it so much that he became the main voice, once more, to say they should just steal you away from Bofurin and Haruka, and keep you to themselves.

You could even become his little sister if you were to bring him more sweets.

Who gets along with Ren and listens to music with him

Getting so many bentos from you he was thinking about ways to make it up to you.

So when you asked him about some songs he listened to and if he wanted to share with you, he took it seriously.

He prepared lists and lists of different songs, divided by genres and vibes that you later listened to together and shared opinions about them. Just to find the perfect one you would enjoy the most.

Who's a gamer like Kiryu and would often play late at night

Despite waking early to make food for you and your brother you made some time for a little nighttime gaming.

You found a friend for such an activity in Kiryuu, making both of you unstoppable when you were on the same team. Not only destroying them with your skills but your trash talk as well.

However, when you did lose your voice would carry through a room with a wave of irritation and rage.

Then, in an instant, your brother would appear at your door yelling for you to be quiet and go to sleep making Kiryuu erupt in laughter hearing everything.

Who shares information about her brother with Nirei

One glance at him when he was writing in his little book was all it took for you to immediately take an interest in it.

When he told you about the information he collected on fighters your interest was piqued.

You made a deal with him to share all he wanted to know about your brother in exchange for details about Hiiragi and any other tidbits that could be used as teasing material.

Who likes to work out by boxing and would later ask Taiga to train

The best way you had to keep in shape for eventual fights was boxing. It helped you not only in the aforementioned but also with unloading some stress and anger.

After getting to know from Nirei all about how Taiga knew a guy who owned a small gym and worked out regularly you decided to ask him about helping you train.

He was delighted to hear about your request and agreed without much thought.

You were amazed at how good of an instructor he was, and how simple but on-point his instructions were.

Who enjoys tea with Sou

The world of tea was so big, that you never expected for so many different kinds to exist.

You also didn't believe it was possible to find a perfect blend for someone just by looking at them, yet Sou did it.

Hearing that you enjoyed drinking tea, he hummed in approval asking if you liked a certain kind. He thought you would enjoy it.

You confessed to never trying it, and would you know it wasn't long before he brought this specific blend and instructed you on how to make it.

The first sip brought you to heaven, literally. You never tasted such delicious tea, and the next time you saw Suo you told him so.

He was proud of that and whenever you came to Bofurin he, much to your bewilderment because where did he stash all the necessary stuff, started preparing different teas that the both of you could enjoy while others watched it happen in shock and envy.

Who gets into fights with Sugishita because she can see he dislikes her brother

You were the only one who could tease your brother or argue with him when he made you irritated.

You took it to heart and fought Sugishita whenever he so much as glared at Haruka.

Knowing he wouldn't fight back, physically at least because you were a girl and younger at that, you started using your words, scolding and calling him out.

How surprised he was to have you praise him and pat his head teasingly when he helped your brother during fights.

Likes to play shogi with Togame

Any game with Togame seemed as if it wasn't really. It must be some kind of joke, maybe you were in a hidden camera.

You were so sure he must have been cheating because come on. How is it possible you lost every and each game you played with him.

And it's not that you were bad at them you specifically brought some other people to play with the two of you and you actually weren't that bad.

You swore you'd someday beat him and that made your blood pumping. Joy spreading through you even if you only thought about the moment it would happened.

Would tease Kanume (nickname Meme-chan) hehehe

Getting along so well with him, you would be texting so frequently. But it was far from the normal messaging style.

You used his chat as a way to send stuff that made you laugh and you wanted to save, for future.

In return, he always sent you memes making you change his nickname to Meme-chan.

It was hard to find any coherent conversation in your chat, as you were communicating mostly through gifs, emojis, and memes.

Sakura Haruka's younger sister who wants to help her brother become the top in Bofurin

Would you be lying if you said that you started as a nurse for Bofurin because you were worried about your brother? Absolutely not, despite your frequent siblings' spats and teasing you wanted to show him your support with his dream.

This big dream of his, which seemed a little impossible and exaggerated at first, made you doubt if he would be able to fully achieve it.

But with time you reaffirmed his skills at doing so and soon proudly, and a little jokingly, presented yourself as the younger sister of the future top of Bofurin.

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ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜ - ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪs

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ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪs x ᴏᴄ Something a little bit different from me tonight. A very old one shot reimagined as a Lando fic because I can’t help myself.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

Five years ago when Lando Norris asked me to be his girlfriend, I was the happiest I've ever been we may have been young but we were in love. I never thought one person could make me feel like I was on cloud nine everyday the way he did. I had the life so many dream about; the most loving boyfriend, amazing friends, the nice house, the nice car, the luxury holidays. I had it all. It sounds perfect doesn't it? Don't get me wrong it's an amazing lifestyle until the person you love more than anything in the world cheats on you. Not just once but regularly. That's when none of that stuff matters anymore it becomes a world of anxiety, doubt and worry. Where is he? Who is he with? Will he come home tonight? This is the life I'm living now as Lando Norris's fiancée. 

"Where've you been?" I ask Lando casually as he strolls into the bedroom of our Monaco apartment. Deep down I know where he's been and truthfully it makes me feel sick but I don't actually want to hear the words come from his mouth. In my head it will be more devastating to actually hear him say what I know has been going on behind my back for months now rather than acting oblivious.

"Just out with some friends, you should come next time" Lando says as he starts getting ready for bed. I don't understand how he's so blasé and how he can act like he's doing nothing wrong.

"That would be interesting wouldn't it" I mumble to myself as I turn the TV off and pull the duvet over myself, cocooning myself in.

"What was that?" Lando asks as he stands in the doorway of our en-suite.

"I said maybe one day. Night Lando" I say turning my bedside lamp off to put an end to our conversation. Hearing the bathroom door close I finally let the tears roll down my cheeks. This seems to have became a more regular thing lately. Lando comes home late with no explanation and I cry myself to sleep. Thinking about our relationship I question how things have got this bad between us. How have we allowed things to get this bad?

"You cried yourself to sleep again last night didn't you?" My best friend Sarah says the next day as I sit in her kitchen.

"What makes you say that?" I don't even know why I'm trying to deny it. It's obvious when you look at me and sadly she's been through this with me so many times she knows the signs.

"Your eyes are red and puffy. The bags under your eyes are something else and your mood tells me that you're beating yourself up. Why do you let him do this to you Taylor?" Sarah says not even needing to ask what's going on.

"I love him Sarah. I haven't actually asked him about anything yet but it's the same signs as the last four times" saying things out loud makes me realise what I'm actually letting Lando do to me.

"Taylor get some self respect! This might sound harsh but I can't watch Lando hurt you any more. He's cheated on you multiple times! You know about four girls he's admitted to but let’s be honest there's probably a hell of a lot more and every time you keep running back to him. You throw him out for a few weeks maybe two months at the most and he begs enough and promises to never do it again and you take him back because you miss having him around! No one deserves to be treated the way he's treating you" listening to Sarah I know she's right but I can't physically admit that my relationship with Lando has ran its course. It's destroying me mentally. 

"It's not all bad though and I know he does love me" I'm aware I sound pathetic but I truthfully believe that Lando does still love me. We’ve been together for so long now, he’s the only one I think about when I think about forever.

"This isn't how you treat someone you love. Look I'm not going to say anymore because you know I have a strong opinion on this and we don't agree so rather than this ending in an argument I'm going to stop talking. I've told you what I think but sadly I can't make any decisions for you. If I could he'd have been binned off a long time ago" I know everyone who knows me would be happy if I left Lando for good but I can't, I don't want to be alone. I can't picture a life without him in it. I feel like I've put so much time and effort into our relationship to throw it away.

sᴏ ɪ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ

"Will you come in with me? I know exactly what I'll be going in there to and I'm not prepared for that" I say as we pull into the garage at mine and Lando’s apartment and I see the strange car in one of our parking bays.

"Taylor this is so wrong. We've been away for a hen weekend and now you're worried to even go in your own house because you know your dick of a boyfriend has most likely cheated on you, again. However I can see how anxious you are so I will come with you but I'm telling you now I'm not being held responsible for my actions if he has got a girl in there" getting out of the car with Sarah I'm terrified. I know Lando has cheated on me probably too many times to count but I've never actually caught him with another girl let alone with another girl in our home.

"Lando?" I say walking into the kitchen not seeing Lando anywhere. This just confirms to me that he's still in our bed with a slut. Yes I'm going to call her a slut even though I don't know her. Mine and Lando’s relationship has been in the public eye for as long as I remember and there's photos around the house of us together. There's no way she can't know about me. Walking into our bedroom I feel sick. Lando is still sleeping with the fake red headed slut next to him and I feel like I can't breathe.

"You don't deserve this Taylor. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know anymore Sarah. I could always block it out when I didn't see anything but how will I get this image out of my head? She's in my bed" I say. I'm angry and I'm shaking but I don't know how to act.

"Not for much longer she won't be" Sarah says walking over to the bedside table where she grabs the bottle of water that is sat there. Before I know it she's pouring water over Lando and whoever that is in my bed "get up now, both of you" I don't think I've ever heard Sarah so angry in the whole time I've known her.

"What the fuck are you doing? You absolute psycho!" Lando shouts as he jumps out of bed.

"How could you?" I say when Lando looks at me actually realising I'm there and not just Sarah. I'm scarily calm and I'm even scaring myself. I don't even shout, I haven't got it in me to raise my voice.

"Taylor babe this meant nothing" always the same speech. It never meant anything when Lando tries to justify his actions.

"Don't you think you better leave?" I say looking at the girl in my bed "I don't care who the fuck you are but get the fuck out of my bed and get the fuck out of my house. Now!" Seeing the look on Sarah’s face I know she never expected that tone to come from me, hell I didn't even expect it.

I don't take my eyes of the red head as she climbs out of bed gathering her clothes, within minutes I hear her leave the house. That's when I let the tears flow free and Lando gets the brunt of my anger. Next thing I know I'm throwing things at him, I'm hitting his chest and I can't stop the tears.

"Why would you do this to me!"

"I'm sorry! It was a mistake. She didn't mean anything to me. Taylor she's nothing compared to you" Lando says trying to pull me into his arms but I resit and pull back.

"Don't touch me!" I scream at Lando not wanting to be anywhere near him.

"You disgust me Norris! You've got the most amazing girl and you treat her like this! You don't deserve her! She should've left you the first time she found out you cheated" Sarah shouts at Lando and I know she’s right. I should have left years ago.

"Keep out of this Sarah! This is between me and Taylor! Why are you even here?"

"Because your fiancée was too scared to come into her own home by herself because she knew you'd have a slut here! Look what you're doing to her! You're destroying her piece by piece!" Sarah has so much built up anger towards Lando I can see this exploding as both of them raise their voices at each other.

"Stop it! Stop it now! Both of you!" I scream nearly hysterical looking between my fiancée and best friend "I know you don't like each other but stop! Sarah will you give us a minute please?" I say knowing I need to speak to Lando alone.

"I'll be in the kitchen" Sarah says giving Lando daggers as she leaves the bedroom.

"Tay..." Lando starts but I cut him off.

"Don't bother Lando. I don't want to hear it. From my perspective you have no excuse for any of this. We were supposed to get married! Christ it's not like you don't get sex from me because you do! I could understand a little bit more if that was the case! I want you to leave" I say determined this will be the last time.

"Taylor please don't. I love you"

"This isn't how you treat someone you love Lando. Just go please. Stay with a friend, stay with your family, stay with one of the sluts you've been shagging behind my back I don't care anymore. All I know is that I want you to pack a bag and leave. There never will be a wedding" I say throwing my engagement ring on the bed before walking out of the bedroom not giving Lando the chance to respond. This is the final straw I can't go through this anymore. After five years I need to plan a life without Lando Norris by my side.

[admirationandromantics]

As You Wish

Another request! Trying to keep up writing while doing school work, but this is the best I can do at the moment, lol. I have to say, this one does contain spoilers for one of my favourite movies The Princess Bride. Basically, you and Chris watch it together. Anyway, hope you like this.

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im evil and wanna give you this prompt real bad wether you write it or NOT Chris and reader- bonding over loving princess bride and watching it together. Flirting the whole time like "lol that's so us" "i know right.." leading to.. "as you wish" being said right before he absolutely RAVISHES THE SHIT OUT OF YOUUU -@brwnbnny

I grab the bowl, putting the popcorn in it while Chris gets the glasses. He puts the ice cubes in them, before taking the bottle as well and moving everything to the living room. I finish up before following him. He’s already sitting down on the couch, clicking on the controller to find the movie. I walk up to him, putting the snacks on the table. 

“So, have you seen it before?” I ask, sitting down beside him. 

“I actually have” he smiles, looking over at me. I give him a surprised look, after all, he doesn’t strike me as the type to have seen these types of films. 

“You’ve actually seen The Princess Bride?”

He lets out a small laugh, shaking his head a bit before meeting my confused gaze. 

“I have, hard to believe?” 

“A little. When did you see it?”

“Long time ago, come on, lets just watch” He smiles, leaning back, hand laid on the back of the couch, arm crooked open for me. I shrug, letting it go. We could talk about that later. I lean back, head nuzzled against his shoulder, legs plaid over him. 

He starts the movie, and since it’s not the first time watching for either of us, we keep talking during it. I watched intently in the start, loving the “As you wish”-parts, but eventually, his babbling won me over, making me join in on the discussion. 

“She’s literally treating him like horseshit” He says, taking another bite of the popcorn. I roll my eyes at him. 

“Character development, Chris” 

“She falls in love with him because he does everything she asks without complaint” 

“And you don’t?”

“No, I- ohhh…” 

“That’s what I thought” I laugh, kissing his cheek. He shakes his head, hand going to my neck, pulling me in for a real kiss. We don’t pause the movie, and when he pulls away, he looks me up and down, breath hot and heavy. 

“You love me because of more than that though?” he whispers, a small smirk playing on the edge of his mouth. I smile, biting my lip. 

“You know I do, Handsome” 

We continue watching, after several times having told him that nothing will happen until the movie is done. Of course he talks during the fight scenes, especially when they’re fencing. 

“Oh, imagine me with a sword!” he exclaims. 

“And now, imagine me with it” I smile, looking over at him. 

“That’s hot, but honestly, I don’t think you would’ve managed to lift it” 

I punch him in the arm, making him act jokingly offended and hurt. I shake my head before turning back to the screen again. The man in black is at the last test, picking which cup to drink from. 

“I actually don’t remember how he did this” Chris admits, leaning back and watching curiously. I keep shifting my gaze between him and the screen, watching his reactions. 

“Oh my god, can this guy just pick already?” He asks impatiently, sighing. I shake my head, putting my hand on his thigh, knowing he’ll soon remember the answer to the test. 

“Ohhhh, they were both poison…” 

Finally, the guy has gotten to the princess, and I take hold of Chris’s hand, knowing what’s to come. As the character bicker, I look over at him, his mouth finally shut while he watches the screen intently, fully entranced with their fight. 

“It’s him! Come on!” He yells, of course remembering the twist. 

“And she throws herself down after him? Oh my god…” 

“It’s romantic!” I argue. 

“It’s insane” 

“I would throw myself down a hill for you” I smile, and his demeanour instantly changes. 

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really” I laugh, leaning over, a playful smirk on my lips. His hand goes to my waist, pulling me closer. My breathing gets heavier, but he interrupts my protest to watch the movie. 

“Or maybe I could throw you somewhere else…” He whispers, lips ghosting over mine, his hot breath on my chin. I lean forward, kissing him quickly before pulling away. 

“You know, we never do pay attention to the movies we watch together” 

“Yeah, it’s a lost cause” He smiles, leaning over me, grabbing my thigh. My finger goes to his mouth, signalling for him to stop. 

“But this is the exception, because I love this movie” I state. His mouth opens, capturing my finger between his teeth, tongue making contact with it. 

“Christopher!” 

“Okay, okay! We’ll finish the movie” 

I laugh as we sit back up again, easily noticing the bulge in his pants and the small flush on his cheeks. Oh god, he’s adorable like that. I bite my lip, making sure not to rile him up more, knowing he’s not going to be able to contain himself. 

“We’re not going to survive!”  “Nonsense, you’re only saying that because no one ever has”

I look over at Chris, but his head is already turned to me, knowing what I’m about to say. 

“You know… That’s something you would say”

“I probably would”

“And the best part is that you wouldn’t mean it in a funny way, you would actually mean it” 

“Well, technically the odds are against surviving, but if no one has, then the chance is higher that you would. Let’s compare this to gambling..”

“Here we go” I sigh, putting the movie on pause to let him explain his theory. 

After he’s done, we continue watching, with the occasional input of “that's so us” or “that's something you would do/say”. I lay myself on top of him, nuzzling into his neck, the popcorn on his lap. As the princess comes on screen again, wearing a long light blue medieval dress, I point. 

“That’s my favorite outfit in the movie” I whisper, hand lowering into the bowl, taking a few pieces of popcorn. He hums, studying the outfit. 

“It’s pretty, you would look great in that” 

I let out a small laugh, turning my head to look up at him. 

“Are you saying you want to see me in medieval wear?”

“Haven’t you talked about seeing me as a knight before? This is the same” He defends. I force my attention back to the movie, now imagining him in armour. Fuck, this couch is going to get water damage if I keep thinking of him like that. 

We both watch intently as the princess about to kill herself, a dagger to her chest. And then, Westley interrupts her. 

“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world, it’d be a pity to damage yours” 

I bite my lips to stop myself from bursting out laughing, the heartfelt moment when she realises she’s alive goes right over both of our heads. 

“That is something I would say” Chris admits, and I give him a small nudge. I look up, seeing his gaze is down on my chest. I grab his chin, tilting his face up. 

“Eyes up here” 

“Those are pretty too, but that wasn’t what I was admiring right now”

I shake my head again, leaning against him as his arm tightens around me. He doesn’t even try being subtle about looking anymore. I can’t even remember every time the others have caught him before I have, on group functions. 

The movie finally finishes. Over an hour of flirting and built up tension is released as the end credits roll, and he immediately pushes me down on the couch, body pressed firmly into mine. 

“Chris!” 

“Oh, I have waited long enough” he whispers, voice low, tone scarily firm as his hands wander over me. His fingers pay with the hem of my top, hooking then slowly moving underneath it. I already feel my body heat up, remembering all our talking and banter. He wants this so bad, and he’s been waiting for hours. So have I, panties soaked. His knee goes between my legs, letting me grind down on him. 

“Tell me, tell me what you want” he whispers against my neck, leaving soft, needy kisses from my jaw to my collar. 

“Take me… right now” 

“As you wish…”

“You don’t know what that does to me…” I whisper, arms going around his neck to pull him closer. His hand makes its way down under the hem of my pants and panties, feeling my soaked folds with his fingers. 

“Oh, I think I know” he smirks, closing the distance and meeting our lips. He dips his fingers into me, causing a loud moan to erupt from my chest. He uses the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth, exploring every corner, and swallowing every single whimper. His thumb goes to my clit, rubbing soft circles, not too hard, but so soft that I push myself into him, craving more. 

“You’re desperate” He chuckles, noses brushing against each other. 

“For you? Of course I am” 

He lets out a low groan from my honest reply, the words sinking in, making him realise that the teasing would have to end. I know he wants me badly, we both do, so he might as well just give in. The fingers inside me hurriedly move out, making me feel empty and needy. 

Luckily for me, he doesn’t waste time, pulling off his shirt in a swift motion before working on me. I help him, sitting up as he drags my top over my head, revealing my chest. 

“You were not wearing a bra this entire time?” 

“No” 

“And you didn’t tell me?” He smiles, leaning over me again, groping one of my breasts harshly, taking me by surprise. 

“Fuck, Chris! Y-you seemed like you were already struggling through the whole movie” I whimper, throwing my head back on the couch. My legs go around his torso, pulling his pelvis into mine, our pants still in the way. 

“How considerate of you… Now, let me return the good deed” 

He sits up again, both hands going to my hips, grabbing the hem of my pants before dragging them off and throwing the piece on the floor. Body leaning down over mine again, he takes in the sight of my soaked underwear, hands caressing my inner thighs. Fingers slowly moving upwards in an almost ghostly manner, making a cold shiver run down my spine as I let out a needy sigh. He grabs my panties, and I suddenly hear a ripping sound, followed by the cold air hitting my wet heat. I look down, shocked. 

“You did NOT just rip my panties off?”

“Shut up, I’ll buy you new ones” He breathes out, seeming like he’s in a completely different headspace. 

“And judging by your reaction…” He moves his fingers over my folds again, throbbing with need. “... I just turned you on even more”

His tone is dark and husky, completely unlike his usual manner. Voice coming from the depth of his chest as he breathes heavily, as if even talking feels difficult. Without warning, he leans down, lips and tongue meeting my heat, pleasure running through me from every little touch. My thighs automatically try to close in on him, but he holds them apart with ease, groping my skin till it turns red. I don't even notice the pain of it, too obsessed with the mixed feelings coming from my whole body. 

My core builds up easily, considering he knows my body like he knows himself. Just too much. My legs give out, shaking as I finish on his lips. I try to steady my breathing, but he doesn't give me time. I didn't even notice him taking his sweatpants off. Instead of waiting, he uses the opportunity to coat himself in my juices, slowly pushing into me. 

We both give out loud moans, and he throws his head back, holding onto his base as he little by little goes deeper. Once he’s all inside, he leans over me again, brushing some strands of hair off my face before kissing me. I let him in, again trapping him with my legs around his torso, pushing him as deep as he can manage, making him hit my cervix. I gasp, the small pain being overrun by the pleasure of him on and in me. My arms go around his shoulders and neck, and he bends down his upper body, pressing us together and kissing my neck as he starts moving. 

“Fuck… you know to make me a mess” he growles, biting the skin on my jaw. 

“C-Chris…”

“Mmm, I love hearing my name like that” he whispers, his breath hot against me. I can already feel him getting hotter and sweatier, pounding into me while steadily upping his speed, almost making the whole couch move with him. 

My fingers run down his back, nails grazing his skin as I meet his lips with mine. I open my mouth, letting him in as I do the same, exploring him inside, dancing around each other. My hips buckle into him, back arched while he gropes my breast, the other hand going to hold himself up. His muscles flex as he does, making me want him even more. Blonde hair resting on his forehead, almost sticking to his skin. I bite down on his lip, making a needy moan escape him. 

He goes faster, leaning up and gripping my hips to push himself as deep as he can. His hands leave red imprints on me, matching the blue and purple suction marks and red bites. I moan with every single push. The roughness is getting to me, every pound making him hit my cervix, making me cry out in pleasure and pain. I don’t tell him to stop, I want him to do this, to take me. 

“I’m gonna…” He whimpers, unable to finish the sentence. I understand him, nodding my head as I try to keep breathing, head dizzy and body sore, but still activated from the ecstasy running through me. His thumb goes to my clit, and I grind my hips down on his finger and cock, craving the extra stimulation like I’ve never done before. 

He pushes into me one last time, thumb still rubbing my clit as we come at the same time, riding each other out. We both cry out, loud moans sharp before the deafening silence filled with our breaths. He lays on top of me, head on my chest as I wrap my hands around him, bodies sticking together from the workout. 

“So, I guess quoting your favorite movie really gets you going, huh?” He chuckles, tilting his head to look up at me. I shake my head in response, brain foggy and vision blurry. 

“Well, then you’ve got another trick up your sleeve then” I smile, ruffling his hair. He only laughs in response, grabbing my hand by my wrist and leaning over me again. He captures my lips on his, this time filled with care and comfort, the softness of it making me sigh. As our bodies slow down, the air feels colder. 

“Let's take a shower?” I offer, already getting up. 

“As you wish”

[lokh]

also i think if roleswap laios and canon laios met theyd immediately start fighting.

[canisalbus]

While the trick-or-treating comic was very cute, I cannot imagine Vasco not being a little treat kinda guy

Are you telling me he doesn't randomly buy himself candy just for the dopamine and the child-like joy? That he doesn't indulge on halloween spirit and buy spooky candy just for him and Machete?? (who barely eats it but halloween spirit comes first, practically second)

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[purplewhiteandgold]

"Tails meets his parents again and they're still awful to him" type of scenario but it's post-Prime Nine

[not-brionnnne]

hey has anyone ever considered doing shinjiro smut for after the fade to black but he lays you across his lap, like has anyone ever considered the canon praise kink with him more—shinjiro who scolds you, calls you trouble and tells you to stay close to him like a "good girl", shinjiro who acts tough, pretends to be fed up with you pushing him around (he loves it, but that doesn't mean you're not gonna hear about it), ignoring what he wants, so two can play that game, and you think, god, he's not holding back anymore, he's going to kiss me, finally, we're going to— but no, he settles on his bed and pats his lap and tells you that you need to "take responsibility" for teasing him like that, messing with his feelings — "be a good girl." remember, you started this.

[dairyfreenugget]

The second hand gender euphoria from talking about my blobro's gender and self-expression is so real

[ninjagotohell]

I just read a whole wacky thread of people arguing which parent was bad Garmadon or Misako and I’m no longer scared of the Misako defenders

[mzcain27]

Finished the live action avatar

It’s not a perfect adaptation, I think the biggest thing is they have taken a lot of the fun out of it, Aang doesn’t wanna go do kid stuff, Iroh is way more serious, BUT I don’t necessarily blame like the series itself as much as I blame the current state of tv being in constraints of like 8 episodes and wanting people to binge it in the first few days and everything.

I hope they let Azula be as scary as possible next season, I think they just wanted her introduced a bit earlier since everyone was gonna be waiting for it, I hope they let Iroh chill out a bit more, but in general from my point of view if you see people bashing this series with as much vitriol as the movie then they’re being super dramatic. There are parts that could absolutely be better but like I said those issues go hand in hand with issues with all of tv right now. I think it’s decent at least, I know it’s a beloved series but some people are being HARSH

[polarnoid-a]

astarion almost has gotten used to it, the patterns of the day bleeding into the night, getting to see the sundown and the sunrise is all too strange, he couldn't remember it. he can't remember most things, and this is how he's lived. they're back at camp, and he's tired because doing things can be so utterly exhausting, it wasn't long before wyll ever the gentleman offered to patch him up. he rolled his eyes at the offer, but yet astarion wouldn't say no. he simply took his shirt off and offered his arm, grazed by an arrow and cut by a blade, as undead as one might be a vampire can still get hurt. it doesn't make him immune to pain or scarring. his shirt would need some mending but he supposes he could back to it whenever wyll is done.

he feels warm hands expertly moving, manuvering in a way that's easier when you're curing someone else's wounds. his eyes don't know where to look, he doesn't know what to say. feels like anything is better than the silence growing between them. "-are you going to take much longer?" he sounds exasperated, looking at wyll's face from underneath his eyelashes, maybe he is. maybe astarion can't stomach the fact that someone would want to patch him up. he only said yes out of convenience not because he particularlly deserves it. and just maybe he likes the feeling of wyll's hands on him.

@drunivers / for wyll.