Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers!!!
RA OMG HI? YOU'RE SUCH A GREAT WRITER HI? CURSEBREAKER MY BELOVED?? I'M STARING LIKE SUCH A CREATURE RIGHT NOW
Okok so five things I like about myself... my therapist was telling me to work on this...
1. I've read ten dictionaries for fun, so I'm pretty wordy ig I can tell you the meaning of just about anything haha, I like the word Ultracrepidarian
2. I'm pretty charismatic irl and love to talk, so I'm generally well liked (I like to think) and so I don't have many friends, but I've got many people who talk fondly of me as an acquaintance
3. I'm dad jokes to the max and actually good at it
4. I put myself out there a lot and yeah that might cause a little bit of harm but it helps me find so many new people and friends to enjoy
5. I'm passionate with my writing, once I actually get started. I can't wait to publish my Mithridatism Warriors fic because holy shit I haven't had the time to work on it but I can't wait I want it to be so good
Thank you for the ask! Sometime soon I'm hauling myself off of break day and getting the good ol' phalanges to work on my fics
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@gloryseized liked for a starter!
¯`°¤.¸.¤ ¯`°¤.-- ♕ II Mipha felt a sense of unease wash over her, her gaze lifting towards Ploymus Mountain. High above, the roar of a Lynel shook the foundation of Zora's domain.
The guards and soldiers who protected their home looked to the mountain as well, their acute hearing and attention to detail noting the sudden change in the environment around them. Some clutched their spears tight, expecting the Lynel to come charging down the mountain at any moment.
At least those who were insensitive; children and humble merchants selling their wares, seemed unbothered and didn't notice. Which was a good thing in the princesses' eyes. The last thing they needed was for wide spread panic to circulate throughout the domain when they could put a stop to it quickly.
"I fear for the worst. The Lynel have been acting unruly lately. Far more than usual, I'm afraid..." She spoke aloud to one of the guards at her side; Bazz. A young Zora soldier whom was still fresh in the ranks, his dark scales a noticeable contrast against his silver armor.
He nodded in agreement. "As long as it doesn't find its way down the mountain... We can keep control of its location and make sure it passes by without detecting the domain." He said, hoping to ease the princesses' worries.
She knew he was right. They couldn't risk everyone's safety when the Lynel wasn't close enough to wreck havoc. But she still wanted to make sure it didn't pose as a potential risk, especially if they could stop it early.
"Link!" One of the guards announced loud enough to bring Mipha's attention away from the mountain and towards the entrance of the glittering domain.
"Link is here!" Another joyous guard called out.
Turning to face him, she immediately caught sight of the familiar young knight making his way into the domain. Either to visit, or to pass on a message from the princess Zelda, she didn't know. But she was so glad to see him. If there was anyone could help with their little problem, it was Link. The one person she had all the faith of the world in.
"Oh, Link! Thank Hylia you're here!" Mipha called out, a cupped hand resting against the corner of her lips so her voiced echoed out, hoping to catch his attention quickly. "We could use your help!"
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Y’all I’m actually screaming the homie AlwaysInSTYLE on ao3 (we gotta get this gorl on tumblr) WROTE ME A GIFT CHAPTER of her kickass fic and it is essentially
Fanfiction of my fanfiction !!!!! Literally it’s an OrangeJuiceVerse variant! Like FUCKING MOOSE IS THERE?!?!! Kyle’s Bitchass Knee™️?!?!? Kenny making life alert jokes?! VETERINARIAN STAN?!? Oh my shit!
And references to one of my other AU’s I did a while back (And The Lightning Cracks The Sky) with fucking FIREFIGHTER STAN?!? And a forest fire!? And it opens up with a red tailed hawk!!!
ALSO she wrote me into the story as the doctor lmfao THE SCREAM I SCRUMT!!!
Aight so here’s a link to the chapter in question ALSO totally check out the whole book if you’re a style enjoyer, each chapter is a oneshot across various aus and it’s deadass JUST Stan and Kyle taking care of each other (my favorite shit ever) I LOVE EACH AND EVERY CHAPTER if you check it out tell her PCE sent ya ✌🏻
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scenario 2 and 8 for scoups please
🍒 "you'll be okay."
prompts from @novelbear: link
scenario 2: waking their partner up for work when they notice their alarm didn’t go off
scenario 8: calmly reassuring the other it’s okay when they drop a glass, gently checking their hands for any injury.
pairing: idol!seungcheol x gn!reader
word count: 951
tags: angst with comfort, cheol helps you calm down, reader is a stressed corporate slave jk
warnings: reader on the brink of panic attack, broken glass and checking for injury
a/n: thank u anon and i’m so sorry for making you wait aaaaaa i might’ve taken some creative liberties from the prompts partly inspired bc ive been feeling stressed at work hkjsdhf but i hope you see this and i hope you like it 🫶
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Your breath tickled his cheek and he smiled. You couldn't see it, but his eyes crinkled the way you loved it. He missed you so much, so, so much.
Seungcheol had been gone a few months for their tour. When he told you his flight home would be a red-eye flight, arriving in the ungodly hours of the morning, he knew better than to expect you to be there to fetch him. He knew how busy you were already after all the work stories you were telling him over videocalls, with him constantly wishing he could be beside you instead to calm you the way he knew would work.
So when he arrived home, it took all his willpower to wake you up—he admired how adorable you looked in your sleep. But he knew you'd be in for a more pleasant surprise when you saw him in the flesh after so long.
“Wake up, baby.” You felt gentle lips land on your forehead, half-waking you from your deep slumber. Stop waking me up, was your immediate thought.
“Ten more minutes, mom.” You bat away the offending lips with a hand, and Seungcheol bit back the giggle threatening to come out.
“I’m home, love. Wake up.” You open your eyes and find his smiling ones, calm and comforting. Your line of sight then drifts to the clock hanging on the wall behind him—7:00 am. Oh, no.
“FUCK I’M LATE.”
Well, there went a supposedly peaceful morning.
You jumped out of your seat and hopped into the shower without even batting an eye toward Cheol, who was stunned to silence after your exclamation.
He just followed you to the shower and stood by the door. “Baby, what are you late for?”
“The board meeting! It’s in an hour!”
Ah, shit. Yep, he told you how important this specific board meeting was. It explains why he found you the way he did, slumped over your desk with an open laptop and sheets of paper strewn across it. You must’ve worked late into the wee hours of the morning while he was flying home.
You rush through your shower, your skincare routine, your breakfast that—thankfully—Cheol prepared in a rush while you were preoccupied. You were flying between your room and the dining room and the bathroom, frazzled and scatterbrained—both of which you could not afford to be this morning.
You shrug on your blazer while attempting to even out your eyebrow makeup, which you soon abandon because the piece of bread you were chewing was attempting to block your airway with how fast you were trying to chew. You rush to the kitchen to grab a drink, but then—
“FUCK!”
The sound of shattering glass resounded across the apartment. You were drenched, water soaking through your business attire and the kitchen floor following suit, the large shards from the broken pitcher were scattered across the floor. You were rendered still in shock, trying but failing to calm down the breaths that grew shallower by the second and the tears that were blurring your vision.
Cheol was just a few steps away, washing the dishes. He was trying to assess the situation before jumping in, but he couldn’t help it when you started saying “Cheol…” in the most heartbroken tone he’d ever heard.
He held out his hands and you held on to them as if they were your lifeline. “Come here, come to me. Be careful of the glass.” He guided you through and out of the mess, leading you to an open area to make sure you were both safe.
“Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He immediately grabs your hands and carefully runs his hands across your body and clothes to make sure no stray glass shards will get you injured. You couldn’t answer him because you were too focused on regulating your breathing. When he was sure you were not hurt, he looked straight into your eyes and held your hands.
“Breathe with me. Can you do that?” You nod. “Ready?” He takes in a deep breath, and you follow suit but fail.
“Cheol, I’ll be late, I can’t be late—”
“I know, but you have to breathe.”
“No, you don’t understand—”
“No. Listen to me.” He looks you sternly in the eye. “You can’t leave the house like this, you’ll get hurt. We need to calm down first, okay? Breathe with me, okay?” Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Repeat.
When your breathing finally slows and goes back to normal, that’s when you finally get a good look at him. He had no makeup on, showing the bags under his eyes that were more prominent than usual. He must have been living in his clothes for how many hours at this point. Above all, it sunk in how much you so badly missed him. You didn’t even greet him properly when he arrived.
“There we go. That’s my baby. Are you okay now?” Instead of answering him, you go in for a hug, one he eagerly returns. For a moment, you forget where you were and what time it was, until reality hit you again.
“Cheol, I’ll be late. I swear, I really can’t be late.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll drive you. Get changed, then you can do your makeup in the car. Tell your colleagues that your car broke down, while you were on the way—they’d have no choice but to believe that.”
“Okay.”
“And, love?”
You look at him. He kisses your forehead, pressing down with a tender firmness with a warmth that spreads throughout you, calming you down in an instant. As long as he was here by your side, you will be okay.
“You’ll be okay. I got you.”
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