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delusional-mishaps · 2 years ago
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This is for the Valentine's day ask:
Hi! I hope you're having a good day/night so far! Not to bother you too much or anything, but I was wondering if you could possibly do a relaxing/comfort one for reader with Ink? Like the reader is overworked and Ink decides to help them relax? It's okay if you can't! Thank you for your time!
YEAAA INK!!!! IVE BEEN GOING THRU AN INK PERIOD i love u/p
you groan, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you stare at the paper in front of you, miserably erasing what you'd just put down.
it felt as if you made more and more mistakes the longer you worked, which only made you more irritated. you don't even know how long you've been sitting at your desk, working on this one paper.
you frown, glaring at the paper. why was it so hard to finish? you had no problem starting it...
"gee, you're really wrapped up in your work, huh?"
you jump at the voice, swivelling around in your desk chair to stare at the skeleton lounging on your bed. he grins at you innocently, as if he didn't just scare the shit out of you.
"how long have you been here?" you ask, squinting at him. you cringe at the sound of your own voice, rough and tired-sounding. guess that's what happens when you haven't used it all day.
ink hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully before he shrugs.
"i dunno! long enough to know you need a break."
he pushes himself off your bed, bounding over to you. he pulls you out of your chair with startling strength—you always forget how strong he really is. he's so tiny.
"wait, ink—" you begin to protest. you really need to get your work done.
"nu-uh!" he interjects, waggling a finger in your face. "you need to take a break. when was the last time you ate?"
before you can answer, your stomach does so for you. ink shoots you a pointed look before turning around, leading you by the hand out of your room.
"stay here!" he requests, pushing you to sit on the couch in your living room. "i'll make you something!"
with that, he leaves you alone. you debate going back to your room to finish your work while his back is turned, but instead sink into the cushions, turning to television on to watch something while you wait.
it isn't long before he's shoving a bowl into your face. you blink at him, taking the bowl before he disappears somewhere else in your home. you look to the contents in the bowl.
soup. it heats the ceramic it sits in, warming your hands as you hold it. it smells good, too. different than the noodle packets you have in your pantry.
"i didn't know how many blankets would do a good enough job to make you relax, so i brought all of them!" ink announces as he steps back into the room, voice muffled by the mountain of blankets he's holding. you laugh, wondering how he managed to navigate his way back without being able to see.
you set the soup bowl on the side table, ready to help him with the blanket mountain, only for him to toss them all upon you. the weight of the many blankets tosses you back into the couch, pinned against the cushions. you fight your way out, head popping out of the pile of blankets to an amused ink. you roll your eyes at him.
"are you sure these are all my blankets? i don't remember owning this many." you ask, suspicious. he only grins at you, sitting on the couch beside you, a good foot or two of blankets distancing you from him.
...
"i can't eat my soup like this," you mention after a moment of silence.
"i can help you with that!" ink claims, climbing over you to reach the bowl. he sits on what would be your lap, if not for half of the blankets piled atop it already. were he anyone else, you'd worry he'd fall off the precariously balanced mound of fabric, though you know he's got impeccable balance.
"open up!" he spoons up a bit of the soup, blowing to cool it down.
"i can do it myself, just help me free my arms," you protest. ink pouts, holding the spoon out to you.
you sigh, opening your mouth. no point in fighting against him, he's like an immovable wall when he puts his mind to it.
happily, he feeds you, spoonful after spoonful, chattering away endlessly. the warm soup does well in filling your empty stomach, soothing the angry gurgling you've been ignoring the past however many hours.
eventually, the bowl empties. ink leaves it on the table, grinning triumphantly.
"okay. i ate, i sat around a bit... can i get back to work now?" you ask. ink huffs, crossing his arms.
"absolutely not. that's not enough time to rest."
you groan. you really needed to finish your work, it was important!
"i'll let you get back to it once you forget about it," he decides, patting your head as he gets off of you. you stare at him. he stares back. you roll your eyes.
"that doesn't make any sense, ink."
"yes it does!" he protests. "if you forget about it, you'll only have fresh ideas when you finally return to it! it'll help, trust me!"
you shake your head, but relent nonetheless. maybe he's right. you could leave it until tomorrow, look at it with a new perspective.
"alright." you mutter, agreeing. ink cheers.
"you still need to help me move these blankets, though. i'm sweating in here."
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roe-and-memory · 8 months ago
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besties can i just say omg so i went thru ur blog obsessively bc i looove the ideas behind ur headcannons and little snipets of stories. i was wondering what bobby headcannons u guys have. also memory i loove ur writing and roe?? gorgeous fanart oml
AWWWWW THANK YOUU!!! rhis is so sweet 😭🫶🫶 i saw your comment on my fic thank u sm
im gonna be honest, we dont have many bobby hcs (i really wanna change that, i fucking ADORE bobby - and, if its any help, i actually have a fic up ((dont look back in anger)) where he’s a main character!! although its an au, i hope it’ll suffice for now :3)
- bobby is definitely a prankster, but like, hes NOTORIOUS for it. and not in the bad way. he has silly pranks that only mildly inconvenience the person on the receiving end (like the dumping water on lmq and cals heads after races) and he’s Always at the scene of the crime when something silly happens. he just Is the embodiment of silly. and yes i know this is canon for the most part but hes literally just so silly i cant not include it
- hes the youngest of the trio, the baby, even, he’s a december baby, born in 1988 (same year as lightning - cal is an ‘87 baby i believe - so when bobby started racing in 2007 he was still 18) but just at the End, whereas lightning was born in may . despite this he’s still the tallest, and probably the most well built of the three . aka lightning is scrawny and cal is just Average. and when lightning makes fun of him for being a Baby hes like ok well ure literally short as hell. what about that. huh? what can you do about your height? i’ll have a birthday but you dont have a get taller day? huh? and lightnings like. well. okay.
- i feel like he befriended cal first, like, he and lightning “hated” each other but it was less hate and more lightning being incapable of making friends (lmq and cal met at the infield care center after strips crash, so they were friends ever since then) and so cal was just in the middle of this “rivalry” that was in reality like. hey. cal. i think that bobby guy is really cool do u think he’d wanna be my friend. and cals like I DONT KNOW TALK TO HIM? and they talk and theyre like wow i actually thought u hated me (theyre best friends now)
- bobby both has an iconic autograph, but hes also so good with his fans its impossible for anyone to hate him. he has so many iconic pictures and literally everyone he meets praises him for his kindness and blatant silliness . hes just super easy going and generally amazing to be around
- out of all the racers hes probably got the most amusing advertisements as well, he will go ALL IN for whatever octane gain (or his smaller/secondary sponsors) want from him, and its so Genuine it just feels like he LOVES to be there
- he loves taylor swift. AND I KNOW WHAT YOURE GONNA SAY. “ITS STEREOTYPICAL” BUT NO U DONT GET IT.. SHE DOESNT MATCH THE REST OF HIS MUSIC TASTE AT ALL. hes the last person you’d ever expect to listen to her. he says its because they have the same last name so hes obligated to be a fan, but also the day Taylor Swift (album) debuted he bought the dvd and forced the other two to listen to the entire thing multiple times on a road trip and its safe to say that since the day taylor swift has existed, lightning and cal have feared her album release dates.
- hes the burnout king. every race he wins he will do a burnout down the frontstretch in front of the grandstands that will take his tires down to the RIMS. the tire marbles are INSANE
THIS IS ALL I HAVE IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY 😭😭 i wish i had more and i WILL eventually make more trust me on that.. but thank you so much for the ask and i hope u liked them :3
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