#Fluffy Stories

[fluffy-stories]

The Legend of the Laundry Dragon

Fluffy stood before the colossal mountain of laundry, his reddish-brown eyes narrowed with determination. The pile loomed like a great beast, ist folds of fabric writhing as though alive. The socks at the peak swayed ominously, and the faint scent of forgotten gym clothes wafted through the air. His mane-like fur fluffed up in response to the sheer magnitude of the challenge ahead.

„There it is,“ Fluffy whispered, his voice low and filled with gravity. „The Laundry Dragon.“

He clutched his wooden broom like a mighty spear, brandishing it with the skill of a seasoned warrior. His tail twitched, the purple edges flaring as if in tune with the rising tension. To the untrained eye, the pile of clothes sitting in the corner of his small apartment looked quite ordinary. But to Fluffy, this was no mere domestic chore. No, this was a battle for the ages, a clash of titans, a test of courage that would be spoken of for generations.

„Legend has it,“ he muttered, crouching low in a heroic stance, „that this creature has devoured entire kingdoms of socks, never to return them to the realm of matched pairs. Ist belly is a bottomless pit of static and despair.“

A bead of sweat trickled down Fluffy’s fur-covered brow as he approached the laundry hamper. The creature was still asleep, ist snores rustling through the curtains. He could hear the faint cries of the lost socks echoing from ist depths. His keen Taidum ears twitched. “Poor souls…”

With a flourish, Fluffy extended his broom-spear toward the pile and poked at a crumpled t-shirt, testing the waters. It shifted. The pile moved, a low rumble shaking the very floor of his apartment. The Laundry Dragon was waking up.

„I’ve disturbed ist slumber!“ Fluffy gasped, quickly leaping behind the couch for cover. His tail flicked nervously as the creature stirred. Shirts and pants began to slide from the summit, a cascade of cotton and denim raining down, forming a thick fog of lint in the air. A single sock, black and ominous, slithered down the heap like a serpent.

„This… will not be easy,“ he said under his breath. He wiped his brow and emerged from his hiding spot, broom held aloft once more. „But no quest worth telling ever is.“

With a fierce cry, Fluffy launched himself at the pile, grabbing hold of a bundle of towels. The Laundry Dragon roared — or at least, it made a sound suspiciously like the fabric softener bottle tipping over, but to Fluffy, it was the beast’s fiery breath. He spun in circles, swinging the towels like a pair of nunchucks, his small, sharp teeth bared in a grin of pure exhilaration.

„I shall free you, oh captives of the sock drawer!“ he declared, pulling a pair of mismatched socks from the heap and tossing them to safety. „Your days of servitude are over!“

But the Laundry Dragon fought back fiercely. A tangle of bedsheets unfurled, whipping toward Fluffy like the tendrils of some great leviathan. He ducked, dodging and weaving with nimble agility, his digitigrade legs propelling him across the room in quick, bouncy leaps. „Not today, foul creature!“

Just then, the mountain quivered — a wave of sweatpants and T-shirts rumbled down from the summit, as though the dragon itself had drawn in a deep breath. The pile breathed, the socks pulsing like scales. Fluffy’s heart raced, his purple-tinged ears standing straight up. He crouched low, staring at the heap with intensity. „It’s preparing ist final attack… the dreaded Socknado!“

With a mighty roar, the Laundry Dragon unleashed ist power. Socks of all colors and sizes shot into the air, spinning in a vortex of fabric. The winds howled — or rather, the ceiling fan wobbled slightly as it clicked against a loose chain — but in Fluffy’s mind, this was a storm to rival the end of the world.

Fluffy planted his paws firmly on the floor, grabbing the laundry basket with both hands. „Hold steady! We mustn’t be swept away!“ he cried to the imaginary adventurers at his side. His long tail whipped behind him like a battle flag as he pushed forward into the gale. Socks flew past his head, one grazing his ear, another attaching itself to his mane. „We will not falter!“

With a heroic leap, Fluffy landed at the peak of the laundry pile, planting the broom-spear into the center. „Begone, foul beast!“ he shouted, shaking his fist at the mountain of clothes. „Return to the void from whence you came!“ And with one mighty thrust, he pushed the pile — toppling it over into the waiting basket below.

A hush fell over the room as the last of the socks settled, tumbling lazily into the basket. The Laundry Dragon had been defeated. Fluffy stood atop the pile, chest heaving, a lone sock draped over his ear like a crown of victory. His tail wagged triumphantly.

„Thus, the realm of Fluffland is saved from the tyranny of dirty laundry!“ he declared, raising his broom high in the air. His eyes sparkled with the thrill of victory, his fur wild and untamed, as if he had truly emerged from an epic battle.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Fluffy spun around to see his neighbor, Mrs. Cartwright, peering in with an eyebrow raised. “Everything okay in there, dear? I heard… a lot of noise.”

Fluffy froze, mid-heroic pose, broom still held aloft like Excalibur. His wide eyes darted from the mountain of laundry to the concerned woman at his door. After a long pause, he smiled sheepishly. “Uh… yes, Mrs. Cartwright! Just… vanquishing a dragon. You know how it is.”

She blinked, glancing over the scene — socks everywhere, towels strewn across the floor, Fluffy standing on a pile of freshly defeated laundry with a towel-cape draped over his shoulder.

“I see…” she said slowly. “Well, keep up the good work.”

As she turned and left, Fluffy let out a long, relieved sigh. His mischievous grin returned.

“Another battle won. Another day saved,” he murmured, hopping off the pile with a bounce in his step. His tail twitched happily as he set about folding the laundry.

After all, the battle may have been over, but the quest of the Laundry Hero? That never ended.

[warm-love-darkness]

Loki's love for you endlessly protected you from the hellish creatures. The sequence of breaths as you lay there under his lap in peaceful auras. This God had eyes only for you & no one ever dared to tarnish a strand of your hair. After many years of yearning for a partner who could battle the unholy beasts that you ran from..you found true love.

Fluffy Love Loki

𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓢𝓲𝓷

[aterimber]

Get your daily dose of fluff here!

I post new short stories every 2 weeks and have 100+ just waiting to be read!

[snakes-in-mirrors]

Lots of new people here and some are wondering why a vampire has a snake. It's a touching story in three acts:

[recny]

your honor they're acting like an old married couple again 🙄

[x/x/x]

[karinamariee]

celibate

pairing: drew starkey x fiancé!fem!reader

summary: you’re as innocent as it gets, promising celibacy. but when your boyfriend drew comes into your life, you can’t help but yearn for him.

warnings: smut w plot, mdni!!

authors note: this is my 100 follower special, plus it is such a hot idea, i love it

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drew first was admired by you when you stepped in one of his acting classes, taking him by surprise. it wasn’t your face (though it was beautiful) or your body (which made him instantly hard), it was the fact that you walked into the acting classes, dressed in all pink, and you walked into there with such kindness and respect that drew immediately needed you.

it took drew months to get you to go on one date with him, it was actually fucking with his pride, but he didn’t give up. eventually, you ended up going on a romantic date with him where he brought flowers and your favorite (though you never told him, he just assumed) chocolates. how could you say no to that?

but oh, when drew kissed you for the first time, he knew he wanted forever with you. he knew he wanted to get married, to have children, to grow old together. he wanted every single flaw, insecurity, fear and pain, and he would take that and throw it all into his heart.

he had just wanted all of you.

so he asked you any question under the sun like: “what’s your favorite color?” in which you answered pink. “who’s your favorite music artist?” in which you said gracie abrams. “what’s your favorite thing about yourself?” eyes. “why do you wear pink all the time.” i love wearing pink. all those questions were answered, and he immediately knew, you knew how to not be shy, being as open as your are.

by the time three months hit, he got down on both his knees, arms wrapped around your torso, cheek on your belly, your hands in his hair, and telling you how much he loved you. your response had been what he needed: you loved him too.

by ten months, you had been able to sit in silence, enjoying each others company.

by one year and a half, you two both officially moved in with each other, finally planning your life together.

by two years and three months, he proposed to you in which your answer was yes.

everything seemed perfect, but one thing kept on flashing in drew’s mind, and oh did he feel so dirty. he always wonder what it would be like to see you naked, bent over the kitchen counter, fucking you from behind as you moaned his name. so when he did think of those thoughts, he would shake his head.

“are you a virgin, y/n?” drew got the courage to ask one night.

you turned to him, closing your clothes drawer, and you walked to him, standing on your side of the bed.

“oh,” you said, “i guess i never told you this. im celibate, which means—“

drew quickly crawled over to your side, grabbing your waist, resting his head on your belly. “i know what it means, babe. it was just a question.”

but it got harder and harder for him, having seeing you in those mini skirts and dresses, seeing you in heels, seeing you change, seeing you do anything turned him on so much he had to jerk himself off in the bathroom.

but little did he know, it was hard for you too.

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“please,” you whispered, “make sure to go slow. i’ve never done this before.”

drew snorted. “don’t worry, baby. you’re gonna have the best time with this.”

you nodded as drew took his cock out of his underwear, throwing them to the side. you looked down and audibly gasped.

“it’ll fit,” said drew, “trust me.”

he slide himself inside of you very slowly. going inch by inch, listening to when you told him to go. eventually he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. you got into the rhythm of it, moaning when he was at a perfect pace.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good around my cock.”

you moaned loudly at that, pulling him closer by his buttocks. you couldn’t get rid of this feeling he was giving you. he was so good at this, so good that he threw his head back, going faster, but not that much.

“faster,” you demanded.

“fuck.”

he quickened the pace, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, your head throwing back into the pillows. you had never felt a feeling like this before.

“drew…”

“fuck i’m close.” drew said.

you moaned loudly, scratching on his back as he quickened the pace, on a mission. he repeated himself over and over again and you started whining, tears falling down your cheeks.

you came all over his cock, toes curling, never feeling like this.

“i guess you’re not celibate anymore,” said drew later that night.

you laughed, turning to him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[avalilsbfss]

F1 drivers as dads - text stories

Drivers: Lewis Hamilton, lando Norris, Oscar piastri, max verstapan, Charles leclerc, Carlos sainz.

Summery: f1 divers as dads

Pairing: drivers x reader

Warnings: none, fluff, suggestive things

Master list

GIVE ME SUGESTIONS FOR MORE!!

[koipepo]

That omake of little Kabru not being able to show off his howetown sweets because of Misril gets to me a lot so...

Here's a happier Kabru (and Lairu)

[urfriendlywriter]

birthday prompts for loversss !

(feel free to usee<3 tag mee!! inspired by my b'day haha. plot twist is i am single :))

staying up to wish them at midnight

you bring them a cake, singing hbd, but all their attention is on you.

hugs you, tearing up, breaking down because nobody has done this for them ever

intimate b'day celebrations like it's just you and them and every whisper of hbd and well wishes are so comforting <3

cupcake b'day celebrations!

them hugging u from behind as they watch u make a wish

"what did u wish for?" u ask as a soft murmur and they say, "you. to never let u go."

i celebrated my bestie's b'day and she said to me,

^ "thank u for loving me every year and making me feel like i am being loved by someone,"

^ "knowing that, that someone is you, is what matters." (i won in LIFEE)

"how's my favorite b'day girl/boy doing?" :))

maybe it's their first time having their b'day being celebrated, :(

and all they can do is bury their face into ur neck and cry. the cake abandoned for a moment until they gain composure.

when they write u letters on ur b'day,

or give u thought-out gifts.

wiping cake from the corners of their lips

or alternatively just kissing it away, making them fluster. (uhm.. didn't happen on my bday, who's lyINGG-)

a quiet whisper of happy birthday,

tight hugs and lingering kisses throughout the day, and just feeling loved by the other person. feeling their emotions of gratitude to have u in their life!

telling them or writing to them, "It's your [age] birthday, and so [age] reasons why I love you." (eg: 20th, 19th and so on)

[may12324]

💙Dimension 20: Burrow's End 💙

It was such a joy to be able to work on this show, I'm so excited for everyone to be able to watch it for the first time! It's such a sweet and heartfelt story, but also jam packed with action and amazingly detailed minis 👀

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Danny's Strange Gifts to the Bats

So you know how it's common knowledge to not accept any gifts from the Fae? Well, even if the batfam knows about it - I mean, they've dealt with a lot of otherworldly stuff, besides, you shouldn't take things from strangers no matter if they are Fae or not - they might not always abide by it. Unknowingly.

The trick is that you never know if it's a gift or not when you're dealing with the fair folk.

So things start appearing in the Wayne manor. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. A book left on the table in the library, a vintage teacup in the kitchen drawer, a cat toy with some real bird feathers. No one pays them much attention. After all, when you live in a family this big, you don't really keep track of who brings home what.

The book was probably left by Jason. The teacup is most likely Alfred's new addition. The cat toy is totally Damian's. It's not the first time and surely not the last when one or another member of the flock brought something to the manor. The book is put on the shelf, the teacup is now Steph's favorite, and Alfred the cat really likes those feathers.

And then, one day, they all get down for breakfast. Damian is the first to appear, with Alfred the cat in his hands, then comes Dick, who stayed in the manor for the weekends, and Steph, who was here for the movie night and decided going home was too much work. Tim comes to the table with a tablet that is quickly put away the moment Alfred starts serving food. Bruce and Duke come the last, taking their seats, and it is almost like a signal for everyone to start eating. After all, everyone is here now. It is peaceful and quiet, a rare but not unwelcome occurrence that Bruce greatly appreciates.

That is, until a few minutes later, Damian appears in the doorway.

"Good morning," he greets, and everyone at the table freezes.

And then does a double take.

Damian is in the doorway.

Damian is also sitting in his seat, eating waffles, the only one who did not stop when the other Damian appeared.

There are two of them.

Damian-sitting-at-the-table looks up to Damian-standing-in-the-doorway and smiles. His face is stuffed with waffles.

"Goov movning, bvothev," he greets back, and before anyone else can react, Damian-in-the-doorway clicks his tongue.

"You are in my seat. Move."

"I don't see your name on it, therefore it is not yours," argues the other one, not moving from his place. Yet now, when everyone can see his eyes, they finally notice the difference. The one sitting at the table has blue eyes.

Tim all but jumps up from his seat, slamming his hands on the tabletop:

"You-" he nearly chokes on his words, when blie-eyed Damian looks at him, and then at everyone at the table with a confused frown.

"But I thought you liked the vintage films for your camera that I got you? And those four-leaved clovers?" He asks, looking almost hurt. The normal, green-eyed Damian looks thoroughly disappointed:

"Have you been accepting my brother's gifts, Drake? You're lucky they were not courtship gifts."

"Court-" Tim sputters in the middle of the word, looking between the two.

Bruce lets out a long, absolutely resigned sigh. Was it too much to ask for just one, single normal morning?..

Long story short, Danny, being a fae and also just generally a little shit, kept leaving gifts for Bats all over the manor, and they all unknowingly accepted them one way or another, so now Danny has the power to ask for something in return. He chooses to just come to the manor and dump the fact that he is going to live here on them at breakfast. Technically, he just ended the long line of gifts by giving the last one, himself.

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[fluffy-stories]

Fluffy and the Throne of Squeaky Toys

It was an unusually quiet afternoon in Fluffy's apartment. Too quiet. His big, reddish-brown eyes scanned the room, suspicious of the stillness. His trusty broom-spear leaned against the wall, waiting for the next adventure to come knocking, and his tail twitched with pent-up energy.

Suddenly, inspiration struck.

Fluffy hopped up with a wide, mischievous grin. "The Throne of Squeaky Toys!" he whispered to himself, eyes gleaming. His living room, once an ordinary space cluttered with pillows and half-folded laundry, transformed in his mind into the majestic Fluffland Arena, a sprawling battlefield where only the bravest could reign supreme.

He dashed over to his stash of squeaky toys—his most prized possessions—scattered across the floor like treasure waiting to be claimed. To any outsider, it might look like a simple pile of chewable chaos, but to Fluffy, these were artifacts of power, each squeak holding a different form of magic.

“The legend speaks of the one who can sit upon the Throne of Squeaks and control the kingdom,” Fluffy muttered dramatically, eyes darting from toy to toy. “But first, the throne must be built.”

He set to work, stacking pillows into a grand, towering throne in the middle of the living room. His long, shaggy fur bobbed with every hop as he worked, arranging his kingdom’s most sacred relics: the squeaky bone, the crinkly dragon, and the notorious squeaky donut—his greatest nemesis and yet, his most loyal subject.

With one final adjustment to the precariously perched cushions, Fluffy stood back to admire his creation. The Throne of Squeaky Toys stood tall, a monument to his chaotic imagination. His eyes twinkled as he whispered, “It is time.”

Grabbing the broom-spear in one paw and donning a dishtowel cape, he climbed atop the throne. His tail wagged furiously with excitement, causing a few cushions to wobble. But no matter—the hero of Fluffland was ready.

He stood atop his throne, broom raised high. "I, Fluffy the Brave, declare myself ruler of the Fluffland Arena!" he bellowed to an audience of absolutely no one—but in his mind, crowds of imaginary citizens cheered. "Let all who oppose me face the wrath of... the Squeaky Horde!"

As if on cue, Fluffy stomped on the squeaky bone, sending a loud, high-pitched squeak echoing through the room. He chuckled with a mischievous grin, bouncing on the cushions and causing a chorus of squeaks from the various toys. The cacophony of noise filled the room, each toy adding its own voice to the chaos.

Just then, the door creaked open. Mrs. Cartwright, his stern neighbor, peered inside, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Fluffy, what on earth are you doing?” she asked, eyeing the squeaky toys scattered across the floor like a battlefield.

Fluffy froze, his broom-spear still raised high in the air. In his mind, Mrs. Cartwright wasn’t just a neighbor—she was the feared Enforcer of Mundanity, a sorceress bent on ruining all things fun.

"Beware, Enforcer!" Fluffy called out dramatically, pointing his broom at her. "You stand before the Throne of Squeaks, and I am its rightful ruler! Turn back now, or face the Squeaky Horde!"

Mrs. Cartwright gave a long, exasperated sigh, shaking her head as she stepped further into the room. “You need to clean this up, Fluffy. You’re going to hurt yourself with all this mess.”

Fluffy gasped in mock horror. “You think you can just waltz in here and destroy my kingdom of joy? The Squeaky Horde will not allow it!”

To emphasize his point, he stomped on the squeaky donut, which responded with an especially aggressive squeal. Mrs. Cartwright blinked, utterly unimpressed.

“Clean. Up.” She said sternly, before turning on her heel and heading back to her own apartment.

Fluffy slumped onto his throne, defeated. “The Enforcer of Mundanity strikes again…”

But as the door clicked shut, his mischievous grin slowly returned. He jumped up from his throne, tail wagging as fast as ever. “But the ruler of Fluffland does not give up that easily!”

And with that, Fluffy resumed his reign over the Throne of Squeaky Toys, launching himself into an epic battle against invisible foes, the squeaks of his loyal subjects ringing out in triumph.

The adventure, as always, was far from over.

Fluffy leapt from his throne, his broom-spear poised for action. The Enforcer of Mundanity might have tried to quell his rebellion, but Fluffland was not so easily conquered. The squeaky toys beneath his paws emitted their triumphant chirps as he bounded across the room, each hop sending out a rallying cry for his imaginary army.

“The Squeaky Horde will rise again!” he declared, sweeping the room with his broom-spear in a grand arc, narrowly missing a lamp. He paused dramatically, listening for any sign of the Enforcer’s return. All was quiet. Too quiet. That meant it was time for… Phase Two.

In Fluffy’s world, this wasn’t just clean-up time. No, no. This was the Great Squeaky Rebellion—a daring operation to secure the throne’s power by spreading the influence of the Squeaky Horde throughout the apartment. He began the first stage by tossing toys into every corner with a surprisingly strategic precision.

He ducked and rolled toward the couch, tossing the squeaky dragon behind enemy lines (the laundry basket), while the squeaky bone found ist new position under the coffee table, a key vantage point for surveillance of future invasions. His long, shaggy fur puffed with each dramatic roll, like an action hero caught in the middle of an intense battle scene.

But then came the final challenge—Squeakzilla.

From behind the couch, Fluffy pulled out the largest, most dangerous member of the Squeaky Horde: a massive, plush octopus whose tentacles squeaked in horrifying unison when squeezed. It was more than just a toy—it was the last defense between Fluffy’s throne and any invaders brave enough to cross his domain.

“Squeakzilla,” he muttered reverently, “your moment has come.”

Balancing the enormous octopus on his back, Fluffy clambered back up to the throne, his tail twitching in concentration. The cushions wobbled beneath him as he climbed, but he managed to reach the top without toppling his creation.

“There!” he exclaimed, placing Squeakzilla on the armrest of the throne like a faithful guardian. “Now, none shall challenge the power of Fluffland!”

He stood proudly, surveying the chaos below. Toys were scattered like troops across the battlefield, strategically placed to defend the throne from the likes of Mrs. Cartwright, or worse, the dreaded Vacuum Monster. His tail swished in satisfaction. Surely, no force in the universe could challenge him now.

At that moment, the door swung open again—this time with a bit more force.

Zane walked in, taking in the scene before him with a slow, stunned blink. The once tidy living room was now a minefield of squeaky toys, pillows, and what looked like a giant octopus perched on top of an elaborate pillow throne. And at the center of it all, Fluffy stood atop his creation, broom-spear held aloft like a victorious general who had just conquered an entire empire.

“Fluffy…” Zane started, struggling to find the right words as he sidestepped a squeaky mouse. “What is this?”

Fluffy straightened up, beaming with pride. “Behold! The Throne of Squeaky Toys! I am now the rightful ruler of Fluffland, defender of all squeaks!”

Zane crossed his arms, giving Fluffy an amused, if slightly exasperated, look. “Right. And I’m guessing this is all part of some important mission?”

Fluffy’s eyes gleamed. “Yes! You’ve arrived just in time, Sir Zane. We must prepare for the final battle against the Enforcer of Mundanity!”

Zane raised an eyebrow. “Mrs. Cartwright came by, didn’t she?”

Fluffy puffed out his chest. “Indeed! She seeks to dismantle the throne and return Fluffland to a land of boredom and responsibility! But with your help, we can defeat her forces and—“

The sudden hum of a vacuum echoed through the hallway. Both Zane and Fluffy froze.

“Oh no…” Zane muttered, realization dawning on his face.

“The Vacuum Monster!” Fluffy gasped, his ears perking up in alarm. He hopped down from the throne in a flurry, grabbing his broom-spear and flinging his dishtowel cape behind him like a true hero preparing for his final stand. “Quick, Zane! To arms!”

Zane sighed, but a grin crept onto his face. “Alright, Fluff. What’s the plan?”

Fluffy spun toward him, tail whipping behind in excitement. “First, we must barricade the door!” He rushed over, flinging pillows against the entrance with a sense of urgency that only a Taidum facing his mortal enemy could muster.

“And then,” he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “we set a trap. Squeakzilla will be our secret weapon.”

Zane couldn’t help but chuckle as he helped Fluffy set the plush octopus in the middle of the room, ist tentacles splayed out like a mighty beast waiting to strike. The vacuum’s hum grew louder as Mrs. Cartwright neared her usual vacuuming route in the hallway.

Fluffy crouched low, his broom-spear ready, and gave Zane a fierce look. “Prepare yourself, Sir Zane. This will be our greatest battle yet!”

The door creaked ominously as Mrs. Cartwright vacuumed past. For a moment, the world stood still. Then, just as the sound began to fade, Fluffy lunged forward, dramatically throwing Squeakzilla in the air.

„Now! Attack!“ he yelled, sending the octopus flying toward the door.

Of course, nothing happened. The vacuum monster passed by without noticing the mighty forces of Fluffland.

Zane burst into laughter. „I think we’re safe, Fluff.“

Fluffy sighed, dramatically collapsing onto the floor. „Another victory for Fluffland! The Vacuum Monster is defeated once more!“

Zane shook his head, smiling. „Yep, you’re a hero, Fluff. Let’s just hope Mrs. Cartwright doesn’t vacuum right in here next time.“

As Fluffy lay amidst his toys, basking in his imaginary triumph, he couldn’t help but grin. For now, Fluffland was safe, and the adventure… well, it was never truly over.

[planefood]

warriored cats

[aterimber]

End your weekend on a good note with some fluffy short stories!

[thecuriousbeauty]

A Bad Day- Harry Styles x reader

Synopsis: y/n has a horrible day and she can't wait to come home to the comfort of her boyfriend, who can make anything better.

A/N:-Sorry for not posting anything for so long guys, college has been hectic. In fact, this blurb is based on my own bad day, except there wasn't a Harry to help me feel better. Hope everyone's doing okay and sending lots of love to you all.

Word count: 1,661

Warnings: Harry being sweet! Fluff!

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You were hanging on by a very, fine, thread. A thread you knew could break anytime, with how much you’d been through today. You really didn’t believe that there would be days where everything you did would go wrong, or get messed up. A bad day as people called it. 

You liked to take on the world with a positive headset, and it usually helped you think with a clear mind so you could find solutions to the problems. But today, no matter how positive you tried to be, horrible things just kept piling on, burying you under the weight of it. You were grateful that the day was finally over, and you were back home. 

Home, where you knew you wouldn’t be judged or frowned upon. Home, where you knew you had one person who would always have your back.

Harry probably didn’t hear you come in. You could hear him humming a tune while he worked around in the kitchen. You walk to the counter to place your bag, and see your boyfriend stirring a sauce, wearing your favorite red and white apron that has too many stains on it from your numerous cooking adventures. 

He turns his head to look at you as he hears your footsteps, and smiles, emerald eyes immediately washing over your face as he tries to figure out how you were holding up. He knew about one of the reasons for your bad day today, which was your instagram account getting hacked. You don’t even use the app that often, just to maintain contacts with everyone, and you were surprised when your friend texted you in the morning asking you to check if your account has been hacked. Your private account had been made public, messages had been sent to all your followers and they even posted things on your story. 

You were a little too panicked in the morning and the hackers had even changed the phone number of your account, so there wasn’t much you could do. When you were done panicking, you did what you could do and removed all your followers and deleted all your personal information from it before it got too late. 

“Hey.”, you say to him, going behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back, sighing.

“Hi sweetheart, I’m making a new pasta recipe!”, Harry says, placing his free hand not holding the spatula over yours and squeezing. 

“Smells good.”, you mumble into his shirt, inhaling his comforting scent. You appreciated that he was making food for you but you weren’t hungry. 

“Still worried, baby?”

You release another sigh, closing your eyes. “I-It’s not just that. Things just kept going bad after that..”

“Oh, darling.”, Harry coos, switching off the flame and taking your arms, gently lifting them from his waist so he could turn around and give you his undivided attention. Harry tugs you closer, one hand cupping your cheek. “It’s okay, you’re here now..”

You willed so hard for the tears not to form, but they did. “H-Harry..” 

“Come here, my love.”, Harry moved his hand to the back of your head and pushed your head into his chest, the other arm wrapping around you to hold you close to him. 

“T-There was a surprise oral test, a-and I knew everything but I-I got anxious and d-didn’t do so well. I-I couldn’t focus, Haz. And t-then-”

“Take a breath for me, sweetheart.”, Harry interrupts you gently as you stutter, rubbing his hand over your back in gentle circles. 

“A-And then during our practicals, a girl b-borrowed my pipette and i-it broke, s-so I couldn’t do the experiment. T-That’s gonna come for the finals, i-it was an important experiment.” You sob into his shirt, releasing all that had been building up and Harry lets you, simply listening and just being there. 

“I’m so sorry you had such a rough day, baby.”, Harry murmurs into your hair. “But you know what? You are so smart. You are where you are because of your hard work and skills, so not doing well on one test isn’t going to define your knowledge. Don’t be too hard on yourself, love, with the kind of morning you had, no one would have been able to focus!”

Harry runs his fingers through your hair, smoothing out some of the knots. “You can go ask the professor if you can do the experiment again when you have free time right? And they’ll give you revision before the finals, so don’t worry.”

You nod, looking up at him through your tear filled eyes. “I-I’m still not able to delete my account, instagram help is of no use.”

“We’ll figure it out, darling. On the bright side, at least the hackers didn’t get anything personal.” Harry wipes his thumbs under your eyes, stroking away the tears. “Breaks my heart to see you so upset.”

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t planning on sobbing into you as soon as I walked in.”

“You were planning on doing it maybe after a shower and dinner?”, Harry smirks, and you nudge his ribs, weakly laughing. Harry chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It’s alright, love. I’m glad you feel safe enough to let out your emotions with me. Sometimes you really need a good cry!”

“That’s true.”, you agree, sniffling.

“Let me give my girl a kiss now.”, Harry says, gently taking your chin so he could press your lips to yours. You close your eyes, enjoying the sweet, comforting kiss. Harry knows just how to kiss you depending on the moment.

“Don’t let anything get to you, okay?”, he whispers when he pulls away. “Tomorrow will be a better day.”

You finally give him a small smile, nodding. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Why don’t you go take a hot shower now, love? I’ll have dinner ready by that time.”

“Um, can you join too? I’ll help you cook later?” You really didn’t want to be alone. 

Harry understands, and he nods, turning around to find a lid for the pan. He takes off his apron as well. “Come on, darling.” He places a hand on the small of your back, leading you to the bedroom.

Harry strips, turns on the water and adjusts the water as you strip down, and holds out his hand for yours when you’re done. You sigh as the warm water hits your sore muscles, it was just the right temperature too. Harry brings you into a hug again, and you accept it gratefully, closing your eyes and just standing there for some time. 

After a few minutes, Harry reaches to turn the water off and takes some shower gel into the loofah before starting to run it over your arms and shoulders. “So beautiful.”, he praises, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand and you can’t help but smile. “So are you.”

“I’m beautiful!?”, he sends his voice up by a few octaves, making you giggle. “Yeah!”

After he finished washing your body, he envelops you in a towel and helps you dry off. You both get dressed, and Harry picks you up, your legs tucking around his hips for support. “Did you eat today, love?”

“Um, I had a banana for lunch..”

“Knew it. You always skip food when you’re upset.”, he says, setting you down on the kitchen slab. “Not to worry though, you’re going to bed with a full tummy.”

“What can I do to help?”, you ask, watching him re-wear his apron.

“Why don’t you find something for us to watch?”

“That’s not helping.”

“I just have to toss the pasta in the sauce, baby, I got it. Go, pick whatever you feel like watching.”

By the time you found a show, Harry had plated the food and was bringing it to you. He settled on the couch next to you. You took the first bite and that’s when you realized just how hungry you were. You followed it up with another, and blushed when Harry looked at you with a grin. 

“This is great, babe. Thank you.”, you tell him.

“You’re welcome, love. There’s enough for us to take seconds, so eat up!” You watched your show while eating, chatting up with Harry about it. Then you continued to cuddle on the couch. Harry rubbed your arm with one hand while the other was holding your phone. He wanted to try something one of his friend’s told him about when his account was hacked as well.

“There, think I got it to deactivate.”, he says.

“Really?” You take a look as well, and see the message that says that it should get deactivated soon. You sigh in relief and hug around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “What would I do without you?”

“You’d wither and die.”, he jokes, making you gasp and he laughs, stroking back strands of your hair from your forehead when you look up at him. “Are you feeling better now?”

“A little.”, you nod.

“Only a little?”, he asks, kissing your nose and you try to trap in the smile that’s fighting to break through.  “Mhmm.”, you hum.

“Well, I’ve got to take care of that.”, he says before holding your face in both of his hands and he leans closer so he can press little feather kisses all over your face. You start giggling, “Harry!”

Bad days and difficult times are part of life. You’re always going to have them. What you’ll always remember is that you have someone in your life that will help you through it. No matter how difficult of a time you are having, Harry will never let you deal with it alone. 

“There’s that smile.”, Harry says in success, grinning as he rubs his nose with yours. “I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too, H.” 

And you love that you get to come home to him.

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Hurt/Comfort Dialogue

Some of these are found all over tumblr. And my apologies for not posting.

"Hey- no, no. It’s okay, cry it all out. I’m here for you"

"I’ll stay by your side for the whole time" "Promise?" "Of course darling, Promise"

"When’s the last time you actually slept?"

"Just breathe, it’ll be over soon"

"Everything will feel that it’s not okay, but— don’t forget, you’re not alone this time"

"I’m sorry—" "No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault"

"I’m here, and will be by your side"

"You can’t hide that fever from me"

"You’re safe now"

"Calm down, you’re burning up"

"I’m open for hugs, whenever you need them!"

"I know it hurts, but just hold on a little longer!"

"Let me take care of you this time"

"Stop pretending that you’re fine! You need first aid!"

"You’ve always been there for me, now, it’s my turn to be there for you"

"Why?" "Because you mean the world to me,"

"Listen to me! Fuck what they think! Because you are perfect! You hear me?"

"You’re not useless"

"Take these meds, they’ll help"

"I’m not leaving, okay?"

“Don’t pretend you’re okay. Please, don’t lie to me, because I know you’re not okay!"

Prompts

Making them warm soup, and taking care of them, as if they were glass

Asking them every two minutes if they need something

Holding their hand once the pain becomes unbearable

After a long day they’re burnt out, and finds their partner making dinner for them both

Treating to their partner/friend’s wounds

Giving them meds for the pain

Refusing to leave because you can see past them, and knowing they’re sick

Pretending to be fine after a small incident, and their partner/friend asks them what’s wrong, which flips the switch and they can’t stop crying. And eventually tell their partner/friend about it

Going out to buy their favourite snacks

Giving the other hugs

Not letting go of the others hand