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skyward-floored · 7 months

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You don't have to publish this, but I was wondering for an upcoming chapter of your incredibles AU, if we could have a happy Hyrule chapter? My heart is bleeding dry from all the angst my poor boy is going through. He is with an amazing and wonderful family! He needs to smile, please! I'm willing to wait however long it takes, so no rush! Thank you!

Absolutely, lovely anon! I hadn’t realized until now that he really hasn’t had much fluff (like... at all. Oh dear.), so I sat down to fix that real quick since I had a moment. Hope this is good :)

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"...and the princess and the hero finally defeated the demon after the long fight, and were reunited once more. The End."

Legend finished the story with a flourish, and Twilight looked over at Hyrule, who was still stubbornly awake where he was leaning on Legend's arm. He blinked as he realized the story was done, and looked over at Twilight with hope in his eyes.

“Can we read another one?" Hyrule asked sleepily, stifling a yawn.

"I don’t know... It's getting late, and Dad'll probably come in here and tell you to go back to your room to sleep soon," Twilight said, and Hyrule let out a small aww. Twilight looked down at him, curled up between him and Legend, and sighed, knowing he would regret what he was about to say come morning. "Well... maybe we could read a short one."

Hyrule perked up, and smiled happily as Legend began flipping through the book again.

“Alright, what do we want this time?” Legend said, eyes flicking across the pages. “Have we read you the Tale of the Helmarock King yet?"

"That one's too long," Twilight said with a shake of his head, and Legend nodded and flipped around a little.

"Okay... how about the Boy and the Moon?"

"Too scary for before bed," Twilight said quickly, and Legend rolled his eyes as Twilight took the book out of his hands. “Here, I’ll find one.”

"Party-pooper."

"Maybe do the one with the nice monster that lives in the bushes?" Hyrule said shyly, and Twilight nodded, turning to the page with well-practiced fingers.

“Good choice. Wild likes that one too,” Twilight said approvingly, and looked down at where Wild was sprawled on his lap, quietly snoring. He’d conked out before they’d even gotten through the first story that night.

“It’s good,” Hyrule said happily, and rested his head on Legend’s shoulder as Twilight cleared his throat and began to read.

"The Friendly Moblin. Once upon a time, in the kingdom of old, there lived many monsters, who lived under the reign of the evil king of darkness, Ganon,” Twilight began, raising and lowering his voice dramatically. “Some monsters were mostly harmless, like the little keese that swooped at people's heads, or the gels that slipped and stuck to boots. But others, like the mighty Lynels, or fearsome Moblins, were to always be steered clear of. Except for one..."

Twilight watched as Hyrule's eyes drooped more the longer he read the tale, blinking more and more tiredly. Legend noticed as well, and he tugged the blanket they were under up some more, Hyrule's eyes finally slipping closed.

Twilight found his own eyes drooping as he read, and even Legend’s head started to nod. It was cozy on the bed, Legend sitting next to him, Hyrule squashed in between, Wild curled up with a blanket on his lap. At some point, Twilight realized he was the only one still awake, and he stopped reading, smiling at the pile of brothers on his bed.

Hyrule’s head slipped down to land on Wild’s arm, but their brother didn’t seem to notice at all, merely letting out another snore.

Twilight stifled a laugh, and squirmed a little so he was in a better position to sleep for the night. He really should wake Hyrule up, and get him and Legend to go back to their own beds for the night, but... Hyrule looked so content squished in between them, a faint smile on his face, and Twilight decided it wasn’t necessary.

He’d regret it in the morning when Legend’s foot would inexplicably be in his face, but for now... it was worth it.

“Twi..?”

Twilight blinked his eyes open, and looked down at Hyrule, who was looking at him with a tired, but happy, face.

“Thanks for reading,” he said sleepily, and Twilight nodded, gently ruffling his hair.

“‘Course Hyrule. Now go back to sleep, it’s late. We’ll read you some more tomorrow.”

Hyrule sighed contentedly, and closed his eyes again, that same smile on his lips. Twilight watched him for a minute, then closed his own eyes, thinking about how a few months ago, Hyrule never would have been willing to curl up with them all like this. The show of trust wasn’t lost on Twilight, and it made him feel even warmer.

“Sleep tight, Roolie,” he whispered, and Hyrule’s smile seemed to grow just a bit.

#Incredibles au #lu Twilight #lu hyrule #lu legend #linked universe fanfic #answers from the floor #anon #incredibles au fic #see I CAN write fluff #it was hard to not let this get angsty but I did it yahoo #and now I will SERIOUSLY focus on whumptober #no more IAU fics for now. gotta focus. gotta plan. gotta stop getting distracted lol.

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screennamealreadyused · 2 years

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when wilbur was born, kristen asked techno if he wanted to hold him. techno said no. phil rolled his eyes, thinking he probably had an aversion to babies because of the whole orphan thing. no, techno was just scared he was going to break wilbur because he was so small.

a couple weeks pass and they can't get wilbur to settle down and sleep. they put him in the crib and close the door, content to let him tire himself out. within minutes, wilbur settles down. they open the door a crack to see techno in the rocking chair, wil against his chest, and techno's very quietly retelling the myth of orpheus and eurydice

#and no one was there #uncle techno my beloved #dsmp headcanon #technoblade #c!techno #c!wilbur #wilbur soot #c!phil #ph1lza #philza #mumza #c!mumza #c!sbi #sleepy bois inc #sbi #dsmp #mcyt #see i can write fluff #uncle techno

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mydarlingdearestdead · 10 months

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Orion was always aware he loved Elton. They just thought if the feelings were pushed down long enough and ignored, they would go away. He was wrong, something that Orion O'Hara strives not to be.

Elton didn't know how to describe the feeling known as love. Maybe it was just attraction in the beginning but suddenly the voices weren't demanding he invite Orion to dinner anymore, they were saying kiss Orion.

Good thing Elton has horrid self control, isn't it?

#see I can write fluff #sometimes #orion o'hara #elton rhymes #elton and Orion #my lovely ocs #writing #writer #author #writblr #writers on Tumblr #writer on Tumblr #ocs #original Characters #original character

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alidravana · 2 years

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For the 5 sentence fic thing. (Look, I know you said COD but I don’t actually follow directions well so…Tarlos) please.

As Carlos watched the scene in front of him unfold, he couldn’t help but wonder how he got himself into this mess.

Now I went in a much fluffier direction for this one...

As Carlos watched the scene in front of him unfold, he couldn’t help but wonder how he got himself into this mess.

Along with a strategically placed ladder, and several fitted sheets, TK and the Vega twins had pushed the furniture in the loft around to create a fort, no that didn’t quite describe the spectacle in front of him, a castle, that was a better word. They had somehow rigged up a drawbridge at the main entrance, guarded by the twin’s pair of unicorns, and Carlos thought he could faintly see the reflection of Christmas lights underneath all of the sheets. He groaned mentally at the amount of clean up this would entail in the morning, but then bent over to knock on the castle door.

“Can this lonely knight enter?” Carlos teased, smiling at the giggles he received in response.

“Only if you come armed with refreshments for the princesses!” TK shouted back, as the giggles turned into laughter.

Carlos couldn’t help but wonder if TK was including himself as a princess as he turned towards the kitchen to get the requested supplies.

#ask game #1+5 sentences #see I can write fluff #sometimes #911 lone star #tarlos #domestic fluff #Vega twins

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ryukatters · 6 months

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bf!bkg ignoring you because you won’t call him baby or handsome or whatever nickname you usually call him

“Katsuki— have you seen my charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”

You call out as you make your way down the hall from your bedroom. Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch, having a rotting party all by his lonesome to really live out his day off. It’s a rare occurrence for him to be so inactive, but you surmise even pro heroes can be lazy every once in a while.

“Kats?”

Still nothing. You know for a fact that he can hear you, because you can see the way he subconsciously perks up the minute you say something. Definitely charming, but not enough to quell the growing mix of irritation and worry (mostly worry) brewing inside the pits of your stomach.

You make your way across the living room, standing in front of his place on the couch. He’s still not looking at you. No matter, you just decide to straddle him instead. His hands automatically find purchase on your hips, fingers just a few millimeters shy of your ass.

“Katsuki. What’s wrong?”

“Dunno who that is,” he huffs, head turning to the side so you can’t see the way his lips quirk down into a pout. (Because he swears up and down that’s something he never does.)

“Kats?”

“No.”

“‘Suki?”

“Close, but still no.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah, baby?”

"Have you seen my charger, handsome?"

"In your desk drawer on the right."

You smile. You press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose. He pulls you flush against him before you can pull away, capturing your lips with his, appreciating the way the two of you meld against each other. He tries not to look too disappointed when you lift yourself off him and stand up. You lean down to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.

"Love you, Katsuki."

"Think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart."

#you can act tough all you want but i see through your lies kacchan #in honor of the latest chapter #bkg liking nicknames confirmed!!#he just wants to be babied but he’d honestly rather choke before admitting that #i lied i posted about bkg first 😔#kat’s writing #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff

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strawberryspence · 1 year

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I love the headcanon that Steve takes care of everybody and when he gets home, Eddie takes care of him. But I love it more when Steve doesn’t really know?

Like yeah, sometimes before he goes to work Eddie makes him sandwiches for lunch but that’s only because he was already making one.

Yeah, ever since Eddie and Steve started living together, it seems like Steve’s shampoos are bottomless. Steve found out that Eddie buys the shampoo so he never runs out, but that’s only because Eddie likes it for his long hair.

Yeah, Steve knows Eddie hates doing the laundry. But sometimes when he comes home, his work clothes have been folded and have been cleaned already. But that’s only because Eddie’s already doing a load.

It doesn’t really click with Steve, that this one person who loves him, is taking care of him. Maybe it’s the lack of caring from his parents, or maybe it’s because he grew up alone. But it’s not clicking to him.

It clicks for him one afternoon.

The sun is beaming high in the sun, but there’s a lovely breeze sweeping that keeps them cool. Lucas and Mike are screaming at each other as they pass the ball at each other. It’s not the best team up, but it’s not really a great practice if it’s just Steve and Lucas. So they’ve somehow convinced Dustin and Mike to come, in exchange of Steve finally trying to learn D&D.

Steve’s wiping his sweat with his shirt as he watches Dustin explain the science behind basketball. Something about velocity and gravity and mathematics. Steve’s trying his best to ignore it.

“Steve!” He hears Eddie call from the sides. He’s been sitting there the whole time, watching and laughing.

Steve jogs closer to his boyfriend, who immediately hands him a hand towel.

Steve blinks at the towel, “What’s this for?”

“For your sweat, sweetheart.”

“Oh.”

Steve reluctantly wipes his sweat with it. Maybe Eddie packed a towel for himself and decided to give it him instead. He knows Eddie also hates sweating under the sun.

“Water?” Eddie looks up at him with a smile, a bottle of water in hand.

Steve squints at him, worry clear on his face, "What about you? It’s pretty hot, baby.”

Eddie smiles at him, “I bought one for myself. I bought that one for you.”

Huh. That's... great.

“Thank you for bringing me water. I forgot to pack myself one.”

Eddie smirks at him, but there’s something endearing twinkling in his eyes, “I know. You always do. You always pack for the kids and me and Robin and then forget about yourself.”

The sentiment could melt him, there and then. But instead, Steve looks around, checking his surroundings before he kisses Eddie’s cheek in gratitude. Steve turns so he can go back to the boys who’s still fighting over the science behind basketball when he hears Eddie running after him.

“Stevie! Wait!”

He turns, watching as Eddie runs up to him, “Yeah?”

Steve’s eyes widen in surprise when Eddie suddenly kneels in front of him. There’s a drumming in his heart that makes him feel like he’s having an actual heart attack. He knows— He knows that Eddie’s not proposing to him on a random Saturday morning, in a random basketball court in the middle of Hawkins. There’s also the fact that they can’t actually marry each other. But with Eddie kneeling in front of him, Steve feels an intense longing for a ring on his finger.

Steve blinks back into reality when he feels Eddie’s hands against his feet. Eddie is— Eddie is tying his shoes for him???

When he finally comes up again, Eddie is smiling at him, big and gummy and brighter than the whole sun, “Your shoe laces are untied. I think I forgot to re-tie them this morning before we went out.”

“You’ve been tying my shoes? Every morning?” Steve whispers, disbelief laces unto every word.

Eddie nods at him, there's an expression of pride on his face, “Every morning since we started living together.”

And here’s the thing, Steve thought he was doing a good job hiding it. He does know how to tie his shoe laces, but he does it super slow and has to redo it multiple times. It’s one of the things that makes him feel— dumb. Like he's an actual idiot. How could Steve fight monsters and he can’t fucking put the bunny’s ear into the other fucking loop? He doesn't know who to be mad at, no one really taught him how to do it. He learned it from a book in the library with no visuals.

“I— I— I don’t know what to say.” Steve stutters, “How do you even know that? I’ve never told anyone.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t tell anyone.” Eddie shrugs, smiling at him, “I saw you one morning struggling to do it. I think I heard you singing that bunny song and I thought I’d make your life a little easier by tying it, so you can just slip into it, ya know?”

“Oh.” Steve blinks back at him, the tears starting to pool on his eyes, “Thank you.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for taking care of you. It’s my favorite thing to do in this whole world.” Eddie stares at him, brushing a few wisps of hair out of his face.

With the way Eddie is staring at him, he already knows that Eddie knows what he’s thinking about, what the tears in his eyes signify.

“Go play with the boys. They’re suspiciously quiet.” Eddie snickers, “We’ll talk when we get home, hmm?”

Steve searches in his eyes, there’s a morbid part of him that thinks Eddie is realizing that he doesn’t want to be with Steve anymore. Maybe he's realizing how much of a burden Steve truly is. But there’s nothing in Eddie’s eyes that says that. There’s only love and warmth and tenderness all mashed together in two sparkling brown eyes.

“Okay.” Steve answers quietly.

“Okay.” Eddie pats his cheeks before walking back to the place where he’s sitting.

And Steve walks back to the kids and they start playing again. When he looks at Eddie, Eddie’s always tracking him with his eyes, smiling and waving at him as soon as their eyes meet.

They’ll talk later. They’ll talk about how Steve doesn’t know what it feels like to be cared for, and how his parents ruined him. They'll talk about how Steve is cared for now, that their own little found family cares for him so much. They'll talk about healing and changing.

But for now, the fact that Eddie— a person that truly loves him— takes care of him without wanting anything in exchange, is more than good enough.

#see #i can write fluff #this is fluff to me #HMP #steddie #steddie fics #steddie headcanons #steddie hc #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson fluff #steve harrington x eddie munson #dae writes #daeheadcanons

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popponn · 8 months

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call you later; 1.

notes: what if you didn't pick up their call? they left a voicemail, in their own ways. characters: isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, seishirou nagi. [ part 2 : rin, bachira ]

isagi yoichi

Probably felt a little bit sad you didn’t pick up. You are probably his first crush—and only, for a long time, maybe, and this boy is committed with capital C when he is into something—so don’t be too hard on him. Like, hey, his #2 after the soccer itself didn’t pick up his phone? Poor guy.

But like the considerate boy off the pitch he is, Yoichi will immediately give you a brief of what he wanted to tell you before leaving the classic note of ‘i will call you again later’. It won’t be overly long, as he prefers to talk to you rather than to the empty void of a voicemail. Or at least he intends so to seem polite and proper, until he stutters and tripped all over his words a little bit. It’s cute though.

All in all, probably one of the most normal guy from Blue Lock, as usual, and whatever sad feelings he had from getting his call not being picked up will be gone the moment he got the chance to talk to you. A little advice, just make sure to actually call him later—knowing you reach out to him as soon as you can will make Mr. Egoist pretty happy.

“Uh, so… are you busy? Wait—you are not picking up of course you are busy…” Yoichi trailed off with a nervous laugh. “But, so, anyway, about our promise to walk around Saitama, I was wondering if your schedule is free this Sunday? I got two weeks off Blue Lock but I kinda want to make sure we can do it as soon as we can, so if anything comes up—ah, but I didn’t mean it in a bad way!”

It took Yoichi a few seconds to gather his composure before he continued, “I mean, uh, yeah, I just want to do it with you soon. I will call you again so we can talk about it later! Work hard, or have a good time! See you!”

itoshi sae

First of all, how dare you. He is famous and probably have people lining up for his number while you get him punching your number and didn’t pick up. Just for that, Sae might throw a tantrum, albeit a silent one.

On a more serious note, he will raise an eyebrow honestly, especially if you are the type to usually answer. But he is pretty independent most of the time, so he will only left a few words on the voice mail. In some occasions, though, when he just calls for the sake of listening to you, he will feel a little bit down. You can cheer him up later—you should, actually. Sometimes talking with Sae requires advanced mind reading technique and when he is a little bit down or pissed you really have to use that skill. Because boy, this guy is pretty constipated emotionally.

So, end notes, just call him real soon, okay? He might act cold and tough but he is also someone whose favorite show is Chibi Maruko-chan. He won’t say much in the voicemail or act like it afterwards, but he might really wait for you to call back, especially if he didn’t hear anything from or about you for a day. Though, honestly, just call him back or answer his next call before five seconds so everyone could be saved from his scathing vocabularies.

“What do you want for dinner? I’m picking you up later,” Sae said without wasting a second. “Hurry up and decide, then call me soon, got it? And in case you are thinking of anything funny, finish whatever you are working on first, then call me as soon as possible.”

For a moment, it was as if he was done. Then, a few beats of silence passed and he continued, “…and honestly… nevermind. Just call me soon.”

nagi seishirou

Yeah, let’s be real—he won’t leave a note and just give up. He willed out energy to call you first and you asked more from him? Wow. The fucking audacity.

But, let’s say, he really really wants to talk to you at the time and is in a really really really good mood—it will be long, if only for the long pauses. He will speaks sparsely, like the personification of bullet notes, as he doesn’t really see the point in talking if you are not really there to begin with. But, at the same time, Nagi Seishirou is also a Blue Lock egoist and he thinks having you listen to his voice note for a long time is not exactly a bad thought.

In the end, though, he really just want to hear your voice, actually. So, sooner or later, he will end the note with a ‘call me soon’ and plays a few games while waiting for you. The guy really need to recharge whatever small battery he has with you, so you really better call back if you don’t want to deal with a pouty Nagi holding a petty grudge for three minutes. And come on, do it for Reo, dude has way too much on his plate already.

“Eh, why are you not picking up?” Seishirou started with a complain, before immediately staying silent for a long time. Clearly on purpose, rather than for trying to remember something. “…I want to talk to you, so call me later, ‘kay?” he continued, in the end. “Choki also misses you by the way. You love Choki, right? So you really better call me back.”

Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Oh, I also have something I want to show you. So, let’s meet up next week. That’s all. Later.”

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock scenarios #nagi seishiro #itoshi sae #nagi seishirou #isagi yoichi #itoshi sae fluff #itoshi sae x reader #nagi seishirou x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi fluff #nagi seishirou fluff #i finally write a scenario!!!!! yay!!!#you can see who is my oshii but trust me i love em all

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 5 days

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"What will you do once I pass away?" The question came out of the blue, but such strange questions were par for the course at this point. Gamigin was nuzzling to your neck when you spoke, but he wasn't phased.

"I'll revive you. Death won't be permenent in Paradise Lost for as long as I'm around to stop it." You were running a hand through his blue hair, playing with a strand of it.

"But what if you don't revive me? If you can't revive me? What will you do then?" The dragon stopped kissing up your neck and shifted so he would be at eye level with you on the bed. He looked confused and hurt which almost made you ashamed that you asked the question.

"My staff can bring anyone back from the dead."

"Ok, but I age and demons don't what about that? What if I get so old I want to die to end my mysery."

Gamigin looked even more confused by your words. He didn't quite understand why humans aged so fast. He pouted in thought and stared at the ceiling. After a while, with a stern voice he asks "How long do humans usually live for?"

You try to remember your anthropology classes and what the avarage age of death was for your country, but you just can't put your finger on it. "I don't know, 70 or something like that." "70! Only 70 years!?!" He pushed you to the bed and pinned you to it with a shocked expression. His mind was working overtime trying to calculate just how long that timespan felt like.

Finally, he turns to you and holds your hands softly kissing them both. He stares determined in your eyes. "You are going to have the most exciting life ever. I promise you. What do you wish to do before you die?"

You've never seen him so stern, but the question was one that you've many times asked yourself yet never seemed to have an answer to. Gamigin's glare was starting to intimidate you so you gently slap his face.

"Don't look at me like that! You're making me nervous! I don't know what I want to do before I die. I just kind of want to see where life takes me."

Gamigin smiles like he usually does and pins you to the bed with a hug. His staff, which he kept in one hand at all times, jiggled lively as you both collapsed on the cottage bed.

"Well then, I want to cuddle with you and rewatch the 'How to Train Your Dragon' trilogy. And then we can play blackjack and whoever wins has to wash the dishes after dinner!" Gamigin proclaimed before kissing your cheek and nuzzling into it.

"Who tought you blackjack?" It was strange hearing your usually innocent boyfriend putting forth the idea of blackjack of all things.

"My brother Buer. He also thought me the dishes strategy as well. Jokes on him, I won." His giggle was contagious and you two ended up just cuddling and watching movies for the better half of the night.

If your relationship with Gamigin thought you anything, it was that you didn't have to live through bombastic experiences to enjoy life. You were having the time of your life just being close to him.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb gamigin #whb fluff #whb x reader #I'm experimenting with writing formats #to see which ones I like the best #for now I can say that I love writing dialog #but I struggle with narrative and especially serious one #let's hope practice will improve on this issue over time #and you'll get to see it!#did you guys know I'm a published author of non fiction #crazy world out there #if you read all of this through #hi #you're really cool #thank you for caring about my stuff

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leviscolwill · 8 months

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sanctuary

pairing: jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

summary: after an eventful singapore gp, the only thing you can think of is your comfy bed but your body has another plan and your boyfriend isn't happy about that. [wc: 1,6k]

req: Ferrari driver reader x jude where she feels a bit dizzy after a race and kind of faints when they get at the hotel, like just fluff with him taking care of her + CAN YOU WRITE JUDE ANGST THEN FLUFF IDC ABT THE SCENARIO JS JUDE ANGST IN JUDE X DRIVER READER 🙏🙏

contents: established relationship, charles is reader's teammate, ferrari being good au (impossible ik), reader faints, jude is a worried bf, barely has angst ngl 🏃‍♀️, nothing else i think

note: i have no idea how to write about fainting and it probably shows. ALSO, i wrote most of this at 1am so i hope it makes sense (probably doesn't but we move😪)

now playing: sanctuary by joji (nectar)

usually you would say you absolutely loved singapore. the track was one of your favourites on the calendar and you practically counted down the days to this race. but this week was probably the most difficult of your entire career in motorsports. of course, marina bay had never been an easy race, and the weather conditions in singapore were only making it harder to handle. but this year, no number of ice bath and cold shower could appease the dizzying headache that plagued your weekend.

and to add to that, everyone at the team has been stressing you out about the championship. obviously, you were grateful that you could finally fight for one, ferrari had built the perfect car this season. but this came with a price, fighting against charles for the title. you were great friends with your teammate but you had to admit your relationship took a toll with the constant tension between the two of you throughout the season. anyone wearing a bright red kit kept reminding you that you needed to be careful on track, that if you crashed with anyone, but especially with charles, you'd be in great trouble.

thankfully your boyfriend joined you after qualifying, and made your weekend instantly better. he noticed something was wrong right away. of course, you told jude about your struggles but he didn't expect to find you in this state.

"maybe you shouldn't race tomorrow..?"

you took a glance at jude, laid down on the hotel room bed, to check if he actually meant what he just uttered only to find a very serious look on his face.

"yeah, i'll just call fred to tell him i'm feeling sick and don't care about the championship anymore, that's definitely the best choice i have." sarcasm dripped out of your words as jude rolled his eyes.

"just because you had a bad day, doesn't mean you have to give me an attitude." it was your turn to roll your eyes. you quietly got under the sheets and muttered a barely audible 'goodnight', clearly not having the energy to argue with him tonight.

as you closed your eyes you felt jude turn around to wrap you in his arms around you.

"i'm just worried for my girl, that's all." he said, softly kissing your hair. you turned around to face him, having to trace his face before finding his lips because of the darkness of the room, and pressed a quick kiss on his lips.

"i appreciate your concern, i really do. but this race is so much more important than a silly headache. i'll be okay." you kissed him again for good measure. "you're gonna have to trust me with this one."

"i always trust you." the two of you talked some more before falling asleep in each other's arms.

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the only thing you could think of when you stepped out of your car was your bed. as expected the race had been particularly draining and truth be told, you didn't know if you would be able to stand on the podium in your state. you managed to score a satisfying p2, well it would have been more satisfying if charles wasn't standing on the highest step of the podium, with a 4-point difference before catching on you in the driver's standing.

when the whole team congratulated you on your results, it felt like you were in a fever dream, barely making out what was real and what wasn't. you didn't even notice jude talking to you before he snapped his fingers in front of you.

"are you okay ? should i take you to the medics ?" he asked in a worried tone.

"i'm alright... just need to get through the podium." which did not happen. you ran off stage as soon as the italian anthem stopped ringing in your ears. it was all too much, the heat, the noise, the exhaustion, the pressure. all too much to handle for you.

when you joined jude, he was already talking with your pr manager, telling her you wouldn't be able to do any media work right now. it was the truth, not a petty lie to get away with it. you genuinely felt even more lightheaded (if that was possible) at the sole thought of having to go through a dozen interviews.

seeing you barely standing straight must have conceived her, so soon enough you were on your way back to the hotel in a cab jude called.

you quietly laid your head on jude's shoulder. he barely said a word to you since the podium incident, only asking how you felt, if you drank enough water, and how many hours of sleep you had. you watched him as he typed things on his phone in total silence. you wondered if he was mad at you for putting yourself in such a situation or only worried. regardless, you felt a pang of sadness in your heart thinking about it before drifting off.

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as soon as jude opened your hotel room's door, you felt your legs giving up on you, your hands found the wall to steady yourself. you could hear jude's voice but couldn't make out what he was saying, like you were underwater.

you tried making it to the bed, but you fell down on your knees and just propped your back against it, waiting a minute before getting up, to get your head to stop spinning uncontrollably.

"y/n. are you okay ?" you felt your boyfriend kneeling down next to you and could finally understand his words, but it felt like they were resonating in your brain, only worsening your headache.

"i'm fine, i'm fine... i just need a moment." you didn't want to worry jude more than he already was, although the weak tone of your voice alarmed him more than anything. you felt him shift around you, and caught a glimpse of him coming back from the bathroom before your eyes shut.

when you woke up, you were laid on the bed with a wet cloth on your forehead. and the first thing you saw was a wide-eyed jude handing you a glass of water.

"i thought about making you drink when you were... asleep? but i didn't want to drown you. so i waited for you to wake up." he was talking fast, too fast for you to fully understand his nonsense.

"hello to you too." your voice was still weak but you felt much better than at the race track. you quickly took a few sips of water before jude tried drowning you for good.

"what's that ?" you asked pointing at the cloth still laying on your face.

"some website said that's what you're supposed to do when your irresponsible girlfriend faints." you hid your face in your pillow at his accusatory words.

"no, but seriously y/n. do you have any idea of how worried i was ? imagine if something wrong happened. god, i knew i shouldn't have let you race..." his words had an angry tone to them and you were confused as to why jude was mad at you over hypothetical scenarios.

"but nothing wrong happened, i even got points. are you not proud of me ?"

"are you being serious right now ? you know i'm always proud of you, points or no points. but you think i'm gonna clap for you after putting yourself in danger like that ?" jude's tone got somewhat angrier but he kept going.

"fuck, when you fainted i already saw myself explaining everything to your mum. you can't take those risks, especially when you drive a fast car for a living. you can understand that right ?"

you felt tears well up in your eyes at his words, thinking about how worried he must have been this whole time.

"i'm sorry, it's just... i've been thinking about the championship a lot. i guess that clouded my judgment." you wiped away your tears quickly, before jude could notice them but it was too late.

"hey, hey, hey... you shouldn't be saying sorry to me, you probably spent a worse weekend than i did anyway. i'm not mad at you but at the situation, alright ?" his fingers stroke the wet spots under your eyes, wiping what was left of your tears away. "i'm proud of you, and happy for your points. but you're not winning a championship by making your dangerous job even more dangerous." his voice and his eyes were soft and you felt your chest get significantly warmer.

"you're right..." the room got silent for a couple seconds at your words.

"what was that ? i couldn't hear you babe" jude had a shit-eating grin on his face and you knew exactly what he wanted, and it almost made you physically sick to give him this satisfaction.

"i said... you'reright." you tried getting those terrible words out as fast as you could, but he wasn't happy with that.

"mmh mmh, that won't do... say it nice and loud for me love." you felt your face heat up, both in fluster and embarrassment at his words.

"you're right." your words had a defeated tone to them, but jude decided that would be enough by the way he didn't taunt you anymore.

he moved and got under the covers with you, even though you were gonna have to get up again as you were both still dressed. he just wanted to share this little moment of peace with you.

"you know, it's crazy how you drive the fastest car in the world but can't survive singapore's heat for a weekend." you playfully elbowed jude's ribs at his teasing.

you were grateful to have someone like jude to support you and your intense lifestyle, but also someone to talk about silly little things, legs tangled under the sheets.

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nonranghaes · 1 year

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mentions: food + chris is implied to be slightly older than reader + mentions of reader having chubby cheeks.

sometimes your boyfriend simply chooses to be your biggest tormentor. exhibit a: he’s been teasing you about the (’cute’ in his words) way you eat strawberries for the past several minutes.

��i’m just saying!” he says with a laugh, watching you from the couch. “you’re just so cute about it!”

you still don’t get it, and he hasn’t elaborated in the slightest. you think it might be in the same way he finds his other friends closer to your age cute when they so much as breathe sometimes--like felix. then again, you’ve seen the way felix acts sometimes, and it is, indeed, cute. but all you’re doing is eating some strawberries you cut the tops off of, and you aren’t doing it any cuter than how a person normally eats strawberries. you’re literally just eating them. simple as that.

you pick up the bowl and move over to sit with him instead. “just try to explain.”

and he manages to quell his giggles as he hugs the pillow he’s been holding tighter against his chest. “okay,” he says. “you love strawberries.”

this is a fact. most people know it about you, but you’d say they’re probably your favorite fruit--or among the top of your list if nothing else.

“so you get this really cute look on your face when you eat a really good strawberry,” he says. “also... these,” he reach out, pinching one of your cheeks, and he chuckles again when you grimace. “automatically make you cute. it’s like when jisung eats and his cheeks puff out.”

you swat at his hand, “so you’re saying i look like a squirrel.”

“no!” he laughs, “i’m saying all of it just makes you... cuter.” he paws through the air until he catches your hand in his. “it’s like when you say i’m cute.”

“because you are!”

“i don’t get it--you say it when i’m not even doing anything!”

“because you’re cute!”

he giggles, pulling the bowl of strawberries aside as he ditches the pillow in favor for you. “then i guess,” he places the quickest peck against your lips, eyes crinkling as he smiles hard, “we just have to agree that we’re both cute.”

even if you don’t get it... you think you can agree to that one.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #stray kids x you #skz x you #chris bang fluff #chris bang x reader #Chris Bang x you #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #bang chan x you #nonranghaes.skz #hi i havent rly been here since ive been posting a lot over on my main writing blog #but ive had this thought in my head for the past day haha and i really wanted to write something short n cute #i was thinkin abt the way he like. wiggles??? i guess when he eats something good and its rly cute #... mainly bc i did the same thing yesterday when i ate a rly good strawberry haha you can see where the inspo is all coming from #he is so endearing to me fr

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aithusarosekiller · 11 months

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James gets really bad panic attacks and he needs closed spaces and pressure when it happens so he'll either jam himself into the smallest possible alcove (like me) or find somebody he trusts to hold him really tightly until he feels better (lmao not like me)

Which is usually one of his friends but one day he's just been feeling awful and it properly hits when he's in his dorm with Reg (the others all snuck out for the night) and he clings to him until the anxiety and adrenaline is gone, at which point he passes out and Reg just stays there with him to keep him safe incase he wakes up

so when the others walk in an hour later and see James sleeping, looking extremely exhausted and with Reg wrapped around him, glaring at them, they all sort of realise what's going on and just...ignore it

They don't even question why regulus was there in the first place bc they don't want to be too loud and startle James so they just sit and whisper among themselves while James snuggles into his (not so secret) boyfriend's arms for a few hours

#jegulus #starchaser #fluff!#see I can write cute stuff #I am capable of fluff

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geraskierfanficprompts · 17 days

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Prompt 12

Geralt has a thing for biting. Jaskier has a thing for not looking like a mauling victim the day he performs at a very prestigious court. Geralt agrees he'll hold off on the biting for a few nights, so Jaskier is "presentable." But now he looks unclaimed. He looks like he has nobody that loves him and watches over him. Nobody that can bite him in the heat of passion. Geralt sucks it up and decides that he'll just have to come along to make sure nobody gets any ideas about doing anything to his bard. And so what if he spends most of the night staring longingly at Jaskier's neck like some kind of starved vampire? Who says you get to judge? *grumpy witcher noises*

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teastainedprose · 1 month

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Homelander x fem!reader

Reader making a mix tape for Homelander and explaining the symbolism of making a mix tape

"You-" Homelander's voice cracks as he holds the cassette up for inspection. "You made this for me?" "Yeah, I just thought you might like some of these songs and I know the cabin has an old cassette player, so I just thought..." You trail off, cheeks turning brighter the longer you stand there. Homelander is staring at the tape, held between forefinger and thumb. He's blinking rapidly. "You don't have to listen to it, or whatever-" You start again, nerves putting a small quaver in your voice. It's stupid, is left unsaid but you think it all the same. Previous partners have said as much. "No, no. This is a cassette tape. You even decorated it." He flips the cassette over, taking in the designs across the label and the extra stickers. Lots of stars and stripes. Campey and cute. "You took the time to use this old tech for me?" Finally, Homelander's eyes settle on your face. "Ah, yeah. I just wanted to make you something. It- It wasn't so hard. There's software that makes mixing tracks easy and transferring it to a cassette only takes the proper wiring," You go on in a rush, eager to explain that tidbit from your hobby now that Homelander is watching you with a bit of wonder. He doesn't say thank you aloud. That's not his way. Instead, Homelander tugs you close to nuzzle his nose against your own before kissing you.

#Homelander #homelander x reader #I can see Homelander using cassette tapes #I feel like he'd be into any 90s tech #as that's what he would have had growing up #now everyone is obliged to give me links to theur Homelander mix tapes #I KNOW YOU FUCKING HAVE THEM #cause I have a Homelander playlist too #fluff #drabble #anon ask #ask #homelander writing #x reader

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belatedbday69 · 2 years

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more otp dialogue prompts <3

as a follow up to this post

1. “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?”

2. “It’s not like this with them.”

3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”

4. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

5. “Just take me home.”

6. “I appreciate the effort but this is all wrong.”

7. “I don’t want anyone else.”

8. “What could you possibly be this stressed about?”

9. “You haven’t changed at all.”

10. “I never want to be without you again.”

11. “You tricked me.”

12. “You can’t tell anyone. Seriously. Even them.”

13. "You want me, don't you?"

14. “If you do that one more time I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”

15. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

16. “You won’t believe me.” “Try me.”

17. “I don’t want to have this conversation again.”

18. “You shouldn’t be here.”

19. “I think about you all the time.”

20. “Why do you insist on misunderstanding me?”

21. “Then take me with you.”

22. “I think I missed you more than you missed me.”

23. “I thought I’d lost you.”

24. “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”

25. “Well, since you asked nicely...Sure."

26. “You used to have feelings for me. Admit it.”

27. “So you don’t regret it at all?”

28. “I’m not ready to let you go.”

29. “Don’t lie to me. I was there.”

30. “Leave me alone.” “Is that really what you want?”

31. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

32. "I can't hide it anymore. I have to tell you how I feel."

33. “I don’t want them. I want you.”

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animezinglife · 1 month

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Domestic Elucien Headcanons

Some soft headcanons for your Sunday. ♥️

Elain will always be the baker in their household, but Lucien is very competent in the kitchen in his own right. He enjoys cooking some of his own favorite recipes from other courts and that he's learned over his travels, and he always gets the fire just right. Elain loves his cooking and finds the whole process extremely attractive, especially with the way he ties his hair back and rolls his sleeves up before getting to work.

She's no Nesta in terms of skill or technique, but she loves to dance with Lucien. Whether they're just swaying peacefully in the comfort of their own home or at one court function or another, she loves the feeling of being in his arms and how confident and competent he is in his lead. Lucien figures out she likes to dance with him and will sometimes make little excuses to do so.

They're both extremely, intuitively considerate of each other and aware in even the littlest ways. It's not unusual for him to use his magic to warm up her towel before she steps out of the bath or for her to bring him a hot, comforting cup of tea before he even expresses that he's tired or stressed.

Elain loves when he's fully relaxed and reading. She'll lie with him for a while under the blanket or curl up with him in the armchair, but eventually can't help herself in distracting him from his book.

He is 100% the hug-from-behind type when she's baking or working out in her garden and Elain loves it.

They love to go on walks in the woods or horseback riding together, and especially with the former, Lucien likes to pull her aside and quietly guide her to one animal he knows she loves or another. Foxes, fawns...they'll stay there together and observe them in silence.

They're not nearly as all over each other around their friends or family (as Elain prefers to keep things as private as possible with him) like they tend to be at home, but the vibe's still there and so palpable it's borderline nauseating to a few of the others.

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #elucien headcanons #domestic elucien #domestic elucien headcanons #may or may not see if I can write anything more from one of these #elucien fluff #acotar

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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I think a very normal amount about Crocodile and Mihawk genuinely seeing Buggy's value. Genuinely appreciating his dream and his sense of adventure. Mihawk (bored-to-death swordsman who desperately needs something new) and Crocodile (the man who only cares about business because the last time he wanted something a kid with flip-flops sent him flying) seeing that the clown they're only using as bait and punching bag is actually the one with the biggest pirate heart. They realize he has charisma and followers for a reason and it's the fact that his "fake it til you make it" persona is actually built above his true dream. The words of fake confidence he speaks are actually words he genuinely wants to believe, but always fears will backfire because he doesn't have anything to rely on (unlike Shanks. Because even if Shanks doesn't need to rely on anything, he used to wear the trust and love of their captain in his head and everyone else supported him to be his legacy). So they end up seeing that they can do more with him. Together. Mihawk and Crocodile might have the money and the people but Buggy has the dream. They can go higher. They can be more than what they thought they were. Buggy shows them this side of himself between tears and sudden yelling and they have to admit that... They used to have dreams. Long forgotten ones. And okay, Buggy might not be the king of the pirates. They're so not saying that. But they can go higher.

They see this side of him and they never say it out loud (and even if they did, Buggy wouldn't even notice because he's busy begging them not to kill him. Which, y'know, fair) but something changes inside of them. Perhaps it's a faint, tiny sense of protectiveness. Maybe affection. Some type of appreciation they can't quite name because it would be too embarrassing for them to even say they care for this clown but- But it's there. Something.

So they keep Buggy around and he starts to feel less like a punching bag and more like somebody they care about. Kind of. And you know what? Maybe the damn clown can become the king of the pirates if he has already made the impossible happen once.

#somebody should put me down honestly i am going crazy #is it the fever am i starting to get delirious what the fuck did i write #anyway i think these three should make out and then a comically sitcomy camera should point at doffy and shanks crying #i'm making cross guild romantic and not just sexy !! behold the powers of fluff and hurt/comfort see what they can do #no but seriously i need these two to appreciate buggy bc although i love buggy being their little chihuahua sometimes i really want love #one piece #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild #the ship between these three is just cross guild right like why would you need another word #to me it's romantic in canon too who cares

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