#random little drabble

[bluejeanstrash]

tags: boyfriend! seungcheol x reader, pure comfort fluff, crying, mentions of prolonged spells of sadness, reader is going through a hard time and seungcheol provides comfort, that’s about it | wc: 603

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‘seungcheoooool’ you whine, staggering your steps while walking up to your boyfriend. his arms immediately open wide, waiting to receive you with a big hug.

‘cheollie, i’m sad’

‘that’s it. who do i need to fight?’ he puts his most menacing face on, only to look extremely adorable in his efforts.

you giggle, ‘me. you need to fight me because it's my brain that’s making me sad without any reason'

‘listen if i need to fight you, i’ll fight you man’ he balls his fists up, giving you a playful little punch on your cheek, accompanying it with a silly ‘psch’ sound effect.

‘but no, tell me, what’s wrong, baby?’ he asks in pout ‘my precious little bae-bee’

‘i don’t know’ you sigh, sinking back into his arms ‘i just feel…sad?’ he rubs your back in soothing circles, swaying you gently from side to side.

‘mmhm, i know what you mean. how can i make it better, my love?’ you shake your head, rubbing it into his chest ‘i don’t think you can’

‘not you’ you clarify so as not to make him overthink which you’re sure he’s already started doing. you’re right.

‘as in nothing can. i’m just sad. have been for the last couple of weeks. i don’t know, i just feel so…tired’ he knows he’s not supposed to take your words personally, but it hurts him. not only does he feel awful that you waited this long to confide in him, he also feels like a massive failure for not noticing anything was wrong in the first place.

he hugs you tighter, resting his chin on top of your head. he’s a little lost honestly, unable to understand how to fix this, or what even needs fixing. he’s always been able to do something to take the pain away, but for the first time he doesn’t have an answer and he hates it.

it’s not like you were hiding it from him all this time; you thought the feeling would go away like it usually did but it stayed for a week, and then like a bad guest it stayed for another one, plus one more, and after that it felt too heavy a burden to share.

‘it’s been going on for so long, and i don’t know w-what to do a-anymore’ your voice shakes, dangerously close to breaking. you think you’ve successfully swallowed that lump in your throat but then seungcheol strokes your hair so gently, so lovingly, so affectionately, you immediately burst into tears.

‘hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?’ he pulls back and grabs your face with both hands, his face falling when he sees yours ‘oh baby’ your tear-filled eyes, those big wet drops rolling down your soft cheeks, and your wobbly chin — they all make his heart hurt. he’s so worried but he doesn’t let it show, calmly wiping your tears away.

‘it’s okay, it’ll be okay, i’m right here, yeah? i’m right here’ his eyes are big and hopeful. you nod twice, inhaling in sudden sharp breaths.

‘come here’ he holds you as tight as he can without hurting you, cradling your head protectively in his hands ‘i’m so sorry i don’t know how to fix this but we’ll figure it out together, okay? it’ll be okay’

you nod, continuing to sob against his chest, and he lets you, telling you to let it all out, cry as much as you want for as long as you need.

that’s all he can think of to do, and if he needs to hold you forever to make it even a little better, he gladly will.

#scoups fluff #seungcheol fluff #wasn’t planning on putting out anymore seungcheol stuff this week but i thought i’d just release it #since it’s so short #random little drabble #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #scoups #choi seungcheol

[breannasfluff]

“Good morning!”

Hyrule’s bright voice is the last thing Legend needs. He retreats further into his bedding.

“Come on sleepyhead! You’ll give Sky a run for his rupees. It’s a beautiful day!”

It’s the worst time of day: early morning. Just because Legend can get up doesn’t mean he should be functioning. Present him a puzzle first thing in the morning and he’ll fail, every time. It’s just too early!

“Ledge!” Hyrule is back, this time to shake him. “Come on!”

Legend’s response is mostly snarl. He’s got to keep his mouth shut in the morning or he’ll say something too acidic and hurt the traveler’s feelings.

“I made you a cup of coffee.” Wild’s voice comes from the other side of the bedroll.

Legend emerges enough to glower with one eye. “Cream?”

“Just the way you like it.”

Coffee is tempting…

“Ledge c’moooon.” Hyrule sprawls half on top of him, rocking him with the motion.

Finally, Legend emerges far enough to take the coffee cup and sit up with a yawn.

Hyrule giggles. “Your hair is a mess.”

It doesn’t matter—the only one trying to win beauty contests in the morning is Warriors.

#lu triple threat #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu legend #lu hyrule #my writing #breannasfluff #found this on my phone #random little Drabble

[mysteriesmuse]

It all started with Katsuki being dead-asleep and sprawled out and snoring in a way that most people would deem horrendously uncomfortable, and obnoxiously pleasant. Like an overgrown cat.

He was dead to the world until his phone rang. Biceps twitching and flinging awake in the dark Katsuki’s dark red eyes cut across the grey light of his room to catch into the stark blue phone light that was buzzing like crazy. Hands accidentally fumbling as he grabbed it he squinted with a surprised, “fuck.” Why were you calling him? You were 2 years his senior and the resident babysitter/tutor of his neighborhood back in Musutafu. A smart student and pretty girl: one of the only babysitters his parents ever agreed to come watch him. Mostly because your death glare was one that could really rival his own mothers, but also bc Katsuki harbored a little bit of admiration and a crush on you for some time making him actually behave for you.

And as your name flashes across the screen pressed against his cheek he can only remember sitting at the kitchen counters and sharing orange slices as you quiz him for his practical exams. He hasn’t seen you in years. Your voice flits through same as ever, “Hey Katsuki!” He shuffles and sits up closer. His eyebrows peaked — you sound breathy and stressed. “Hey to you too,” he growls. Another whisky giggle, “I know it’s late. I’m really sorry about that! It’s just — well your mother always tells me to call you if I was ever alone at night and I couldn’t think of who else I trust to call. . .” His damn mother did have a habit of telling resident kids to call him in case they were in dangerous situations. A habit she always kept up since he was a kid; always making him walk with you and the other girls when school clubs let out. And now here he was a fledgling hero and Mitsuki was still telling extras to call him — I guess some things never change. Katsuki could hear the faint music of karaoke bars over the phone. Already getting out of bed and rummaging through his drawers for a pair of sweats and hoodie. “S’ okay. Where’re you at right now?” You huff a little sigh, “I’m out at the bar strip on the west side of the city . . . it’s a little chilly.” Katsuki already has his feet in his slides and is heading out his dorm room, “I can hear your teeth chattering from here.” He huffs, “Now what’s the problem?” “I’m just a little nervous . . .” You admonish finally, “Could you just stay on the phone with me, please Katsuki? It’s really kinda sketchy out here.” He grunts, already stepping out the dormitory door and hitting the streets. “I can do that. How’ve ya been? It’s been awhile.” You huff a little laugh, “College is fine pretty mundane to what you’ve been doing. I’ve seen you on the tv and in the news a lot recently. I’m real proud of you Kit-Kat. Your folks are too.” Katsuki can feel his stupid heart leap at that nickname you gave him.

It’s because he used to give you kit-kats every year on white day — which wasn’t really out of the ordinary since you gave him chocolate on valentines, but you gave chocolates to all the neighborhood kids anyways. And despite his parents teasing and his agony you never seemed to think much of it, ruffled his hair and gave him a cute nickname.

He chest swells with pride nonetheless. A particular school event was coming up and he finds himself mentioning it as he spots your form sitting under the bus stop and shouts into the night instead of the phone. “I’ve got my year-three performance showcase coming up next week. If you wanna come watch I can definitely get you tickets next to my folks.” Your eyes go wide and flit over to his figure in the darkness. And the first thing Katsuki can’t help but think is that you look pretty.

Your arms are crossed over your chest and the black corset top you’re wearing. It makes your waist and broad shoulders pop. And as he gets closers he can see that it’s got the lace closures down the sides with cute little bows that you’ve tied. A pair of cream colored trousers and tall peep-toe heels underneath as you rise to greet him. Phone slack in your hand as you stare at him. The black straps of your top dangling over your smooth collarbone as you inhale, “Kats what are you doing here?” Your head of curled hair — he’s never seen you with curled hair before — tilts like a puppy dog. He shrugs hands in his pockets, “Coulda asked you the same.” He says pointedly, you curl in and flush with embarrassment, “How much have you had?” “Only a few. I’m still sober.” You reply with a shiver as you fall into step beside him, “Not as fun as I thought it was gonna be. My friends are still inside.” At this Katsuki feels himself relax he didn’t think this was really your seen anyway. Especially with those friends he knows you’re referring to: the older kids of the neighborhood. “Yeah the rest of them are real pieces of work, babe.” Babe. Did he just call you babe? Dunce face is rubbing off on him. You notice, glancing to look up at him, but he watches you shake your head a little and dismiss it as quickly. “So what’s this showcase that you mentioned Kit-Kat?” He huffs, taking the side closest to the street, “It’s a promotional showcase for 3rd years. Show the pros what we can do, explain our personal philosophy, our ambitions. It’s like a really big resume preview. It’s real important for getting yourself out there to the agencies although I already have good ties to some.” You nod, bumping elbows with him as you dodge a streetlight, “seems really important,” you muse. “I’d love to come if it’s no trouble?” Katsuki’s eyes are glued into your glossy lips while you say that, turning away with the tips of his ears pink as he grunts, “S’ no problem at all. I can get ya’ one tomorrow.” You hum thoughtfully, “it’ll be nice to see you in action up close. I’ve watched your sports festival showings before — it makes me want s’mores.” at this you giggle and lock eyes with him, “I let you do that one time.” Katsuki groans rolling his eyes. “Still the best ones I ever had!” He chuckles nudging you with his shoulder. You beam ear-to-ear and his heart pitters as you loop an arm through his to steady yourself, “I can’t believe we’re both so grown-up now.” And here you go turning sappy on him.

“You know Suki’ I know you’re gonna be a great hero because you’ve always done stuff like this for me. No matter how often others tell you different, you send them to me okay?” And you’re sniffling now, still shivering against his side as you prepare to fight off all the haters he has. He’s matured a lot since his debut, but they don’t say make a good-first impression for nothing. He glances at you intelligent, well-educated, passionate as you are you weren’t gonna put up much of a fight — he still appreciates the sentiment. He grumbles a “thank you” into your hair as he walks you home in the dead of night.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugou headcanons #mha fanfiction #reader insert #mysteriesmusing #Totally random one today y’all I got off work sooo early this morning and wrote this #just a little blurb #I wouldn’t expect anymore of this idea

[strxwberrylemonxde]

“run away with me.”

silence hung in the air as you considered his words. turning to look at him, there was a sharp glint in his eyes. one that suggested trouble.

“you shouldn’t tease me with such a question.”

“who said anything about teasing, sweetheart? why not get out of this shit city? just you and me.”

SUNA, TENDOU, kuroo, kenma, nishinoya, matsukawa, terushima, yamamoto, konganegawa, tanaka

#LMFAO HI GUYS #literally disappeared for 4 months just to post this random blub i found in my docs #am i projecting? a little #suna x reader #tendou x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #kenma x reader #nishinoya x reader #matsukawa x reader #terushima x reader #tanaka x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles

[craftnkittn]

.....where are the Bucchigiri?! fanfics....WHERE ARE THEY???!!!?!

#random ramblings #random finds #bucchigiri?! #bucchigiri #DON'T LOOK AWAY ANSWER ME!!! #WHERE ARE THE FANFICS??? #I NEED SOME FLUFF FOR MY BOY MATAKARA! #matakara asamine #tomoshibi arajin #jin marito #jin mahoro #like bruh I know the anime just came out but I was expecting even a little bit of small drabbles or fic to come out

[peterparkeeperer]

quick breathing (cristina yang x gn!reader)

You had been resting in the oncall room when the door had been roughly opened. You flinched, and sat up with an elbow supporting your weight. You squinted, and Cristina’s wild locks created a halo around her. She stepped in before leaning against the closed door.

She smoothed her hair back, seemingly unconsciously. She then swiped her finger under her nose quickly with an indecipherable look in her eye.

“I…like you. Okay?”

Flabbergasted, you laid dumbly.

“Okay?” Was all you could say. She nodded.

“Okay. Alright. That’s it.”

She then turned sharply towards the door, seemingly to leave. In a millisecond of confusion, it then took you another second to barely grasp what she was saying. You got out of bed fully and rushed to grab her arm. With the door halfway open you pushed her back in and closed it.

“Woah, wait a minute, you can’t just leave after saying that!”

“I can’t?”

“No!”

It was awkwardly silent for a moment. It fully hit you then, what she’d said.

“You like me.” You said, incredibly soft. Your head felt so mushy that you just had to tilt it as you looked at her infront if you.

She seemed unable to make eye contact, and her eyes flit from your shoulders to your eyes, to your throat. “Well, don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Your hand that was gripping her long sleeved covered forearm stroked upwards, and with this simple yet conscious move her eyes shot to yours and stayed there. It was your turn to feel nervous. Nervous infront of this amazing woman, focused fully, yet completely unpredictable.

Your fingers traveled across the bow of her shoulder, and finally to where her blue scrub ended by her throat. Then, with a slight tremble she probably caught, you held her cheek tenderly. It fit perfectly, as if meant to hold her. Her dark locks tickled the back of your hand.

You needed a second to move, but Cristina never had and never would, and therefore it was her who crashed her lips to yours. Her body that had been still was suddenly moving against yours, and the feeling of her quick breathing against your chest was euphoric.

You admired cardio before, but now more than ever. All hearts did the same, beat the same, but her’s was so strong, and you almost wished you could feel it directly in your hands. Her life, her very ambitions beating a wild beat into your palms.

#gn reader #greys anatomy #cristina yang x reader #christina yang #cristina yang #just a little drabble (what does Drabble even mean?) #I write the most random characters ever. want her so bad though #greys anatomy x reader #hehe

[bakugousolos]

Meow meow meow. Imagine being barbarian!bakugos wife and sitting him down to braid the sides of his hair 🤤🤤. Like everyone just kinda stops and stares at how you easily lead him towards your seat and have him plop down in front of you, he doesn’t even know why you brought him there. 🙏 just happy to be with you n in your presence.

#mha drabbles #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha headcanons #mha x you #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #barbarian bakugou #meow meow #i just came tbh #LOL this is so random #yummy man i need him #omg putting little beads in the braids too!!! #kinda starts a little trend and soon everyone has little shinies in their hair #i got carried away

[pat-thecat]

Feeling like dropping a random piece of information rn from my au

Tango and Jimmy have a grave case of "it's so painfully obvious they like each other but neither can see the other likes them " so bad that it is not only gossip inside Williams garage but in the WHOLE paddock

When Gem moved to Mercedes she got assigned Impulse as her race engineer, let's just say they bonded alot over the pain of seeing those two being so oblivious lol

#team rancher #rancher duo #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #trafficblr #trafficshipping #solidaritek #mcyt au #life series au #maybe ill write a little drabble about these two #im mainly sharing this bc i feel bad i wasnt really able to draw these last days #and ill probably wont be able to do it much during the whole month #if you enjoy these little pieces maybe ill start to just drop random information about them haha #mcyt f1 au #pat.txt

[gardenofnoah]

the fingers that rake through your hair coax you awake—gently, and that in itself is a little jarring.

not because it’s Touya—no, you know he’s a big softie—but because for a second, when you wake, you’re somewhere else. there, love is not gentle and hands that don’t hurt are unfamiliar, until you blink hard enough that the ghosts start to dissolve into a familiar shape.

after the few seconds of bleary eyes, you find only Touya. for some reason, it makes you cry.

he doesn’t startle—he just keeps the steady drag of his fingers across your scalp and watches. he’s patient, and you’re embarrassed, but you know that he understands so you don’t bother explaining. the silence stretches and bends between you but it isn’t painful.

“you with me?” he murmurs after your tears dry, staining tracks down your cheeks.

“mm.”

you close your eyes, content under his touch—happy to let him treat you gently and know that it is safe. only to squawk when he flops down on top of you.

“touya,” you wheeze, limbs flailing out like a starfish underneath him.

“shh,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, “m’helping.”

“you’re gonna crush me—”

“oi—that ain’t nice.” he huffs, petulant, but grins as he rolls off of you, making a big show of plopping onto the floor with a dull thud. you peer over the side of the couch and find him sprawled out and staring at you—you rest your head on your forearms and stare right back. you can concede that he did help—just not to him.

“you’re my favorite.” it comes abruptly and with intent—meaning to take up the spaces that the ghosts leave behind.

he screws his face up like he’s eaten something sour, but the red tips of his ears give him away. “gross.”

you roll your eyes, unable to fight the warmth that sloshes around in your gut. when you’re back there, in the dark, touya will be too.

#i have been and will continue to be a little quiet around these parts but i love u all and am kissing u #but i will return! until then. random queued drabbles #touya x you #todoroki touya x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya #dabi drabble #bea writes ♡ #touya it's the little things

[bluejeanstrash]

a sleepy seungcheol = a cuddly seungcheol.

early on in your relationship you’d learned that seungcheol was a cuddly sleeper. it wasn’t necessarily a need for him but just something he liked. you on the other hand, were not.

cuddles before sleeping? perfect. having someone all over you while trying to sleep? not so perfect.

thankfully, you both had come to a happy compromise.

but sometimes, like today, seungcheol would be extra cuddly. he was fast asleep, his body fully on top of yours—face buried in the crook of your neck, and one leg wedged in between yours.

you loved holding him like this—all safe and sound. until he fell asleep that is. because the deeper he slept, the heavier he got. your boyfriend was a buff guy, so now it was borderline uncomfortable.

you feel this pressure against your chest while he rests on you, completely at ease. you’d thought maybe if you tried hard enough you could fall asleep but nope, not possible.

‘cheollie’ you whisper, hoping it’ll be enough to wake him. but he just continues snoring, each snore rumbling through your body.

‘scoups’ you try again, a little louder.

‘CHOI SEUNGCHEOL’ and nothing. he simply moves a little in his sleep, letting out a particularly loud guttural snore.

okay. plan b. if you couldn’t get him off, it was time to slide down. after 2 unsuccessful attempts, you somehow make it, taking in a huge gulp of air on escape. you haven’t even fully turned to the side yet before seungcheol wakes up, upset the source of warmth underneath him is gone. he aimlessly moves his hand on the sheets until he can feel you.

‘where are you going?’ he mumbles sleepily, scooting over to you. ‘don’t..’ one heavy arm wraps around you, pulling you into him.

there’s a soft content hum as he feels your body fit into his.

‘seungcheollie?’ you call out to him sweetly.

‘mmm’

‘you know i can’t sleep like this, hmmn? come on’ you tap his arm signalling him to let go.

he doesn’t budge. instead, he just lets out some noncommittal sounds before nuzzling his face into your hair.

‘come on, let me go okay?’ more taps.

‘no! i don’t want to!’ he whines, kicking his feet under the blanket.

‘cuddle with me’ he pouts, slipping into baby talk. it was seungcheol’s own brand of baby talk that he would whip out only on occasions when he really really wanted something.

‘cheollie, you’re being such a baby’ you complain.

‘mmm, because i am. i’m your baby’ he says defiantly ‘so you should treat me like one’

you know there’s no point trying to convince him when he’s in this mood, so you sigh, deciding to give up and give in.

around 5 minutes passes in complete silence. and then he speaks.

‘you really won’t be able to sleep?’ he asks quietly, the thought of it now bothering him. how could he relax knowing his baby was not comfortable?

‘mmm’ you answer as he detaches himself from you.

‘fine! i’ll give up cuddle time for you!’ he sighs, rolling away. a few minutes later, he sighs again a little louder.

that’s his cue to tell you that you’re supposed to concede and snuggle upto him. but you don’t, having finally found a position that’s hitting all the right spots.

‘you really won’t come to me?’ his voice is so stupidly endearing that it makes you melt. you can’t say no to that.

he smiles as he hears the sheets rustle, your body moving towards him.

with his arms wide open he welcomes you as you rest your head against his chest. ‘i can sleep like this..’ you concede as he grins making sure you’re comfortable but still all wrapped up in him.

#short little fluff piece #a little random #scoups fluff #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #seungcheol imagine #scoups drabble #scoups imagine #scoups one shot

[saetoru]

[ HUMAN ] SCARAMOUCHE.

“why do you want a heart so badly?” you ask scaramouche one night, tucked under the covers as he points you with a sharp glare. it’s a painful reminder, he thinks—that there’s only an empty crevice in his chest, a lonely void that has no real home. 

“a heart is what makes a human,” he grunts, as though it’s obvious. you only offer him a kind smile—one he thinks he doesn’t deserve. there are far too many sins that he knows he has the price to pay, far too many sins he hasn’t yet atoned for. so many, that he figures a blessing like you should really be a curse in disguise.

but there’s something about the way your touch lights his skin up, the way it sends pinpricks along his body, the way it makes a slight ghost of a clench settle itself deep within his chest.

“but you don’t really need a heart,” you hum, tracing the soft curve of his cheek, “you don’t need a heart to still be human.”

“then what makes a human?” he scoffs. there’s no need for you to answer, he thinks bitterly. he knows that the beating of a heart, the steady rising and falling of a chest, the sporadic skip of its beat is what makes a human. and he’s a puppet, he reminds himself—one with no heart and no blood in his veins that bleeds with the flow of time.

“i don’t really know,” you shrug, shuffling closer, pulling him flush against your chest. he can feel your heart beating under his cheek, focusing on the soft, rhythmic pounding that he craves so desperately. 

what is it really about a heart that makes a human? perhaps it’s the fragileness behind mortality, the unpredictable line that hides itself between life and death. scaramouche hates that there’s never a real answer. it’s a truth he’s wandered every corner of the world for—and it’s a truth hidden and tucked behind the corners of your small home, the truth he hasn’t noticed yet even as it lingers right beneath his fingertips.

to be human is to love, to cry and laugh and whisper between gusts of wind, to feel the air kiss your skin and the blades of grass graze the bare soles of your feet. to be human is to watch the summer sun turn into a winter night, to watch the cherry blossoms of spring turn into the leaves that cover the ground in autumn. to be human is to watch the colors of the sky bleed into the water, to watch the small ripples as your toes dip beneath the surface. to be human is to dance in the rain, to chase dreams and sometimes lose them too, to bear yourself with every imperfection and hope it’s enough—even when sometimes it’s not.

that’s what you want to say.

but instead, you gather him in your arms, brushing the strands of hair away from the center of his forehead before pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. he’s warm under your lips, and he’s warm in your hold—and you think, for just a small moment, that scaramouche might be the most human thing about this world. 

“maybe being human is simply living,” you mumble, “sometimes you wake up and eat pancakes, and sometimes you pick peaches in the forest, and sometimes you get caught in the rain.” he’s silent as you speak, and you’re not sure if you’ve convinced him, but you know you can try. “but the most human thing you can do,” you pause to meet his eyes, watching the slight glisten of his orbs—the oh so human gloss of tears as you say, “is to fall in love.”

“have you ever been in love?” he asks after a moment, making you chuckle. if only you knew, you wish to say, as if the kisses across his forehead don’t speak for you, as if your hand squeezing his and your eyes softening as they meet his gaze don’t tell enough, as if the delicate touch of your fingertips doesn’t say all he needs to know.

but you only grin with a slow nod of your head as you peck his nose. “yes,” you tell him, “i’m in love right now.”

“and what does it feel like?”

“like i’m human,” you grab his hand as you answer.

“then…” he pauses, and then it hits him. 

it hits him hard, like the impact of falling from heaven down to earth, like the impact of falling from divinity as he once had—returning to where he belongs. back to humanity. 

maybe being human isn’t about the heart in your chest, he realizes—maybe being human is living freely, even when something as fragile as a heart can rip away life so easily. maybe being human is choosing to be strong even when you know you’re weak. maybe being human is looking at someone and realizing you’d give up a thousand lives just to live this one by their side. 

so he shakes his head and chuckles quietly, and it comes out as a wavering breath as he thinks how amusing it is that the answer has been here for so long—and yet, he’s only just realized it. 

he closes his eyes, feeling your soft breaths kiss his skin as he mumbles, “...then i think i’m in love too.”

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

he makes me so sad i cry

#im still on hiatus but take this random little thing i wrote at 4 am bc i love kuni so much it hurts #teepods.writings #drabbles. #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #scaramouche fluff #kunikuzushi fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff

[mysteriesmuse]

A Lifetime Ahead

When Katsuki graduated UA University it would have almost come as a shock to everyone who knew him that he had a college (and long-time) sweetheart. If it hadn’t been for that fact that you and Katsuki had known each other for most of a lifetime. The newly certified ProHero Dynamight aka Bakugou Katsuki known for dashing good looks, pure explosive power, and a foul-mouth now officially recognized by Japanese Hero Comission stood on that stage for graduation with his best suit and with his best girl sitting in the isles nestled right between her family, and his. All cheering, clapping, and waving frantically as the confetti poured down from the grand stands of UA University. His parents whom spend the entire first meeting with you giving the most ludicrously embarrassing tour of the family home and all of his achievements . . . And unfortunately for him the very first picture that hung on the way in the door was his most recent yearbook photo. The one from the previous year showcasing his bright young freshmen face complete with a set of red colored braces. And just down the hallway was the trophy shelf with every single participation and competition sport award that he’d won since the ripe age of 3. Katsuki remembers the sheer mortification striking him like a swift baseball to the crotch that Izuku used to accidentally pitch as he stood in that hallway. Only for his parents to whisk you away into the living room, the panicked throbbing of his heart in his clenched throat as his parents immediately fetched old yearbooks and family photos. Fawning and doting over him as if he weren’t standing in his own damn living room with his own damn girlfriend that was a year older than him. Katsuki is still impressed by the way you managed to pull you both out of his house and back out onto the sidewalk. All the while keeping his sweaty, sweaty hands shoved deep inside his varsity jacket as he sulked the rest of the walk to the station. His emotionally constipated self awkwardly waving you goodbye, as he did every time. Only to see you sent him a text with a goofy picture of your younger self in what you described as a “horribly messy” costume from your kindergarten school play. Katsuki remembered pressing his phone to against his chest as he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling and all he could think was he better not screw this up. Katsuki thought that over again and again when you’d finally invited him over as a regular guest for movie night at your house a year later. He loved the drive out to your country home. The afternoons you spent sprawled out on the porch in the sunshine just laughing as the two of you completed your homework before dinner and the movie. The way you’d purposely sit between him and your dad to ease any of the boyfriend/versus/father tension. Although, Katsuki being a star player on the sports teams as well as an aspiring hero made him somewhat larger and always left you accidentally sliding against his side with the way the couch cushion dipped. Which always left him sitting up as straight as a rod and with his clammy hands clasped together in the pocket of his hoodie as your dad eyed him throughout the film. Every night you’d still habitually pass out on your father’s shoulder -like the daddy’s daughter you are- by the end of the movie. Katsuki saying goodbye to your folks as your father carried you up the stairs to your bed. And Katsuki definitely remembers the first time your father nodded at him and said, “Go ahead, it’s your turn now.” Nodding up the stairs as he waited for Katsuki to take you up to your room - he’d never felt so nervous. He was sweating worse than that time his Hero Coach decided to stick him in a sauna for quirk strengthening. And yet once he’s taken you up in his arms and dangerously decided not to leave a chaste kiss on your forehead. He found your father nodding approvingly from the base of the stairwell. Everytime since after and to-this-day Katsuki has taken up the job of taking you up to your room when you’ve fallen asleep.

And that did not just extend to the couch because Katsuki carried you in from his car after your prom night. You’d brilliantly shoved on his coat jacket and a pair of crocs that’d you’d stashed into his car. And he remembers watching the way you absolutely conked out, completely relaxed in his embrace and the way your mother chuckled when she’d opened the door and seen him holding you all limp-noodle style.

You’d been so delighted it wasn’t canceled last minute due to extenuating circumstances (lol yes I’m a COVID prom girlie) and had dragged him along to go prom dress shopping with all your senior girl friends. And he remembers your friends crowing in amazement and watching you beam proudly as he followed you around the store like a dutiful lovesick puppy. The way a good boyfriend is supposed to do for his girl sometimes and he did just as well giving in to your every request at your prom. And he proudly thinks back on the way you’d attended his senior prom the next year. Everyone thinking it was wild that Katsuki Bakugou had a college girlfriend and that he was even attending at all. However, the two of you did ditch out on that one early and headed out to grab hamburgers and milkshakes bc that’s what Katsuki wanted to do with his prom. Just as you wanted to stay almost until the very end and get your Cinderella moment picture. Katsuki wanted the simple/typical rom-com drama of ditching it to watch the sunset with a beautiful lady and a greasy meal.

And Katsuki remembers his highschool years where you’d insist on coming to just about every sports game he had. Always managing to sneak in a salad or two only to be found caught with a corndog, crackerjacks, or plate of dripping nachos on your shiny fingers during a break. Always getting him teased down on the floor by his mates because you’d be fully decked out in one of his jersey’s and would be cheering for him louder than the rest, but eventually his teammates cut it out. Mostly bc Katsuki used to snarl at them and say, “Don’t be laughing at me because my girl loves me that much. It’s rude.” Which quickly shut them all up because who else had a partner that showed so much interest and investment when they came out to play? That’s right none of them. And Katsuki remembers the annoying squeals and “ooooo’s” n’ “awww’s” that your college mates used to give whenever he’d take some time to come over and visit your university. The entire dormitory hallway like moths to a flame as the girls stared at him walking by. And you, always trying to be so easy-going when he showed up, your shoulders falling as you squeezed him as tight as you could. The rest of the afternoon always spent on a little campus or town tour. He always bringing a weeks worth of bentos over to your place because you’d called and complained about the dinning hall food so much. And he remembers you coming out to his second year sports festival. Just teeming with excitement because you’d sadly missed the last one having to watch the recording on tv with your parents when you got back from your school-trip. He remembers coming up into the stands during the break just to find you wearing a tank-top with his old jersey thrown over it, still way too large. Practically swallowing you as you beamed holding up two plates of takoyaki and chatting with the only college friend of his you knew, Izuku. The green bean happily chatting your ear off as he asked you about school and some romantic advice for himself about Round Cheeks. And by the end of the festival, another win under his name he watched you cheering wildly underneath the sprawl of confetti as he stood proudly receiving the first place metal.

And now here he was. Watching you dressed up in your finest dress and makeup passing out tissues to the rest of the Bakugou clan, which were all massive softies with their heart on their sleeves just like his dad. And Bakugou can’t help, but tear up too. And as he steps towards the mic. The box in his pocket growing heavier by the second he grips the side of the podium and begins his Valedictorian speech. (He’s not even sure colleges are supposed to do that) But never-the-less he’s made it through as the top of his class. Near death experiences be damned because he’s made it, to graduation, to ask you to marry him. Just the way you two had agreed, or not really, because you’d expressed that you wanted to wait until after you both had graduated and technically that would be about another serveral minutes worth of speeches away. He’s watching as your parents and two families start crying harder in the front row just behind the Universities staff and faculty. And he remembers one last thing. . . He remembers how easy it was to ask for your hand. How estatic your mother and father were. He remembers asking his old man how to do it. He remembers the first time he met your grandfather . . .

A retired prohero at a Thanksgiving many years ago. Watching him, small and retired as he was, pick you up as you hugged him. He remembers gulping with the way he watched the young hero from over your shoulder, thinking this may be his greatest obstacle yet. Only for him to share his own stories with him late at night. Leaving Katsuki to wonder how he managed to survive and start a family as a hero. And for your grandfather to see the look flash across his face, “I know my granddaughter loves you, but I can see now how you love her. Young Bakugou if you want to be with her, you should, even as a pro. You gotta continue saving her from life, not criminals or villains, just life. And you do that by not getting yourself killed! But also by loving her. That’s the way to conquer the villains of life, you hear me?” and Katsuki nods, swearing to care for you just the same as he is now if not better. Your grandfather then beckoning him into his study bc there’s no greater teacher than experience and this young man is gonna need some help balancing out the life of a hero and the life of a husband. And Katsuki can see your grandfather sitting on the end of the row. Giving him a huge thumbs up as Izuku and Toshinori both fidget from excitement right behind him. Ready to see their friend start another chapter of his life with you. Together as you’ve always been.

#mysteriesmusing #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #Just a random little ramble of thoughts #it’s super randomly chunked together bc I’ve been having such a hard time writing lately #so I hope you get something out of it anyways thanks!

[purpledisastertwin900]

What if Hunter was the only grimwalker without magic and Belos did that intentionally.

Okay so the other day, I was literally Just Sitting There and my twin @disastertwins9000 just comes AT me with this theory-and I was like b r u h. Because, that totally makes sense when you look at all the clues!!!!

First off, when Darius talks about his mentor, he says “he was the most powerful witch I’d ever known.” Well, you could say, artificial staff. Good point, but listen Darius went to school with EDA. Edalyn Clawthorne. The most powerful witch on the isles, dude. And he’s saying that the previous GG is more powerful than her?! The Owl Lady?! Ain’t no way Darius would say that if the GG was just relying on an artificial staff! Plus, how could he mentor Darius if he couldn’t do half the stuff a witch should be able to??? Clue #1 checks out.

Second, Belos says “out of all the Grimwalkers, you looked the most like him.” This would also make sense, because if all the previous Grimwalkers had a bile sack/some way to create magic on their own, that would not only make them fundamentally different from Caleb but also it would allow for more “wild magic” tendencies/mutations, if you will. But with Hunter, if there’s no source of wild magic contaminating the human DNA, that would make him the “cleanest version” of all the Grimwalkers-he’d look and act the closest to Caleb-bc neither of them have a natural source of magic. Clue #2 checks out

Lastly, it would also make sense for Belos to try and create a Grimwalker that was “weaker”, especially since he was only expecting Hunter to last until Day of Unity-it’s pretty safe to say that all the previous Grimwalkers found out about that, rebelled, and lost their lives doing so-it totally makes sense that Belos would try to make one that was more “pure” and less wild than the other ones-especially if you consider the dwindling Palistrom wood that actually became a really big problem, the limited resources that go into making another Grimwalker, and the fact that Belos didn’t need this one to be powerful. He just needed this one to last until day of unity, and he needed it to be obedient. So, all that combined, plus the fact that this grimwalker would be reliant on Belos for any sort of magic power, therefore this one would be easier to manipulate, taking away its natural source of magic makes TOTAL sense. Clue #3 checks out more than it should.

I don’t know if this one is canon, but the last piece of evidence that supports this theory is that there seems to be a lot of bad rap about Grimwalkers-well duh, it’s in the name. But if all Grimwalkers were just magicless witches, they’d be called like. Dimwalkers or smth idk, ain’t nobody would be scared of that guy. Especially if he had to use a staff as the only way to do magic. That’s lame man. Ur basically a human. Buuuut if Grimwalkers were a super powerful species that had weapon-like tendencies, and had both a magic source and a freakin galderstone in their chests, yep that’s pretty grim. Walk away from that. Again, idk if this one counts, I don’t remember anything in canon that says Grimwalkers were particularly scary, but for the sake of argument I wanted to include this point. Also it was rly smart somebody tell me I’m smart plz I-

So yeah. What if Hunter was the only Grimwalker without magic. That’d be wild and i wouldn’t cry. I really wouldn’t. (/fkin lie)

#radio rambles #random drabbles #the owl house #toh #toh Hunter #hunter noceda #darius's mentor #darius deamonne #Eda Clawthorne #Belos #emperor Belos is a bitch #Grimwalkers #this theory checks out a little too much #a little too well #character analysis #theory #radios realizations

[shywhumpauthor]

Ripples

Cw: noncon touching, captivity, implied torture, bruises, blood, petnames

Whumper hummed quietly, the faint melody drifting through the vast room like a fog as they traced their nails across Whumpee’s skin. They didn’t put enough pressure behind the touch to do anything more than brush, a light tickle that sharply contrasted the pained drags Whumpee were used to. The same nails that had so many times dug into their flesh, scratching and ripping through the fragile tissue until blood dripped. Even now, under the gentle guise, Whumpee couldn’t help but fear as the fingertips traced across their cheek, the prominent threat that lay just beyond the filtered care. Every pause in motion caused their breath to hitch, muscles going taut in anticipation for the pain that would begin.

But Whumper would just continue stroking, petting them, the soft vocalization never wavering for more than a moment.

“Why are you so tense, pet?” Whumper whispered, brushing a short lock of fringe out of Whumpee’s forehead. Their hair damp with sweat, tangled with the weeks of grime that had built without the release of a shower. If Whumpee minded the filth, they didn’t let on as they shifted their captive closer across the dirty basement floor. Their hands guiding gently as they moved Whumpee to rest their body flush against theirs, hands roaming Whumpee’s figure as they tried to carefully ease their muscles to alleviate. “I’m not going to hurt you now, you can relax.”

Whumpee wished they could believe that, but they couldn’t bring themself to fully exhale the breath lodged in their chest. They had fallen fool to that statement one too many times. A promise of safety, proven wordless in the short moments after where Whumper’s hands would tighten around their exposed throat, their thumbs pressing against old yellowing bruises.

They tried to bring themself to melt into the touch, as they had once so carelessly done. To believe the whispers of peace and comfort while shrouded in the shadows of torture. Speckled in their own blood, ribs aching with each shuddering breath, they used to be so stupid. They would allow themself to be comforted by the very being who had just hurt them, violated them, taken a knife to their skin and hacked away until there was nothing left underneath but a shell of their consciousness. It was all part of Whumper’s game, they had learned by now, a sick sort of amusement they drew from the way Whumpee would so easily trust them, even if it was just a projection of their desperation for relief.

Their eyelids weighed heavy, lashes coated in lead, dragging them down. Their teeth sank into their lip, their tongue, copper tainting their mouth as they tried to keep awake. They knew that’s what Whumper wanted, it always was. To ease them to sleep, allowing them to drop their final guard, then tear the fragile remains of what they were left with into pieces. With the exhaustion of the day, Whumpee knew it was only a matter of time. They could not fend off the soothing lure forever. They could only blink, fighting to open their eyes again after each one. For a few scattered moments, they wondered if there was even a point. Whumper could easily outlast them, hold them there until the effects of blood loss settled in, or until the last bits of pain inflicted adrenaline leeched free of their system, and Whumpee was surrendered that way. Why fight something that was so clearly inevitable?

The question sank in their mind like a stone thrown in a puddle, the desperation for an answer mimicking the ripples they bounced around Whumpee’s head like an echo. Why? Why fight any longer? They were so obviously exhausted, so definitely beat. It would be redundant at best, pitiful at worst.

Their question went without answer. Not even stray thoughts came to their rescue, to distract them as they only had the soft touch of Whumper massaging mindless circles against their scalp to respond.

Whumpee closed their eyes and their body went slack into the hold.

#my new favorite way to name a piece #pick a random word that bears little resemblance to the plot and go with it #should I make a general writing tag list #whump #whumpblr #whump community #its me coal #coal wrote something #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #creepy whumper #captured whumpee #captivity whump #whump prompts #intimate whumper #writing prompt #whump drabble #kidnapped whumpee #abused whumpee #tw torture #torture #whump snippet #writeblr #drabble #abuse #noncon touching #pet whump #writing prompts

[blackjackkent]

Into the control center!

I don't know what I expected it to be like, exactly. Lots of control panels, some steampunk shit, perhaps. Mad scientist bubbling and lightning arcs everywhere.

What we actually get is a bunch of ominous whispering in the air and a bunch of brains floating in tubes.

Because of course we do.

Interacting with it, apparently, connects us to one of the Watchers out in the city.

Narrator: A parasite stirs within the pickled brain, twitching. As your mind connects, you feel yourself become strong, powerful. Metal. You are a Steel Watcher charging through the streets in pursuit of a young girl. She is screaming.

Well. That's fucked up. But on the bright side, Hector can try to influence it through the connection.

[WISDOM] Try to trip the Steel Watcher.

(A/N: DC 25, basically impossible even with Hector's high WIS. :( )

Narrator: The parasite is too strong, and you can only watch as the little girl rounds a corner... to find a dead end. She cries for her mother as you draw your lance, raising it above your head. You are kicked from the infected brain as the lance comes down.

...Oh, shit. Hector... really, really, REALLY did not like experiencing that.

-------

As Karlach and the others look on, Hector's head twitches sharply to one side, the connection with the brain taking him over. For a few seconds he is deadly still, and then his eyes widen to show the whites and his fists clench at his sides.

"No--" he begins to mumble. "No-- no-- no, don't-- DON'T-- NOOO!" He screams, lashes one hand out sideways, and then there is a sudden burst of energy from the apparatus that sends him crashing backwards into the wall. With a soft groan of pain he slides to the floor, trembling all over.

"Hec!" Karlach is at his side in an instant, one arm around his shoulders, steadying him. "Gods-- what happened? Are you all right?"

He stares past her shoulder with a haunted expression; all the blood seems to have drained from his face. "I tried to stop it... I tried... I wasn't strong enough, and it-- oh, gods, it was just a little girl..."

He is breathing so quick and shallow that for a moment she thinks he is going to pass out. She shifts to grab his face in both her hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Hey. Hey-- stay with me, soldier. Stay here with me." She casts her mind around into memories of their past conversations. "Like you taught me, right? Two beats to the breath... steady... stay with me..."

He swallows, struggles to find his control, to follow her instructions and breathe more steadily. One of his hands grips her arm like a lifeline.

Jaheira crouches on his other side, her expression tight with concern. "You saw something, cub?" she murmurs. "What did you see?"

He gulps down another breath of air, rocks his head back against the wall. Slowly the paralyzing adrenaline begins to fade and he's able to speak, and his words send a chill of horror through them all. "These brains, they're... each of them leads to one of the Watchers. I-- I was inside it, looking out of it, but I couldn't control it. It... it killed a little girl, she was screaming for help and no one came... I couldn't stop it..."

Jaheira frowns sharply; her eyes flick up to Minsc, whose eyes are flaring with bright anger at the tale.

"These metal monsters target children on the street?" the Rashemaar rumbles. Karlach feels a slight shiver go through her at the deep rage underlying the words; she has heard stories of Minsc's moments of true fury but not yet had occasion to see it for herself. "Minsc and Boo shall see this Gortash's head torn from his body and Boo shall use his skull for a wheel!"

"A man of greater cruelty I have rarely seen," Jaheira agrees grimly. "I am not sure even Irenicus discriminated so little." She stands sharply. "We must press on, Carlisle," she says - the tone more gentle than the words. "More will die if we do not stop these abominations."

He nods unsteadily. It takes all the effort he is capable of, but he draws a hoarse breath, lets it out heavily, and forces himself to calm, to control and inward stillness. There is no time for him to lose himself now. But the girl's scream is still echoing in his mind, and there is helpless rage and despair sitting so near within him if he lets himself slip.

"Come on, Hec," Karlach says softly. "I'm with you. Let's go." She tips her head forward as if to brush her lips to his temple, but he shakes his head once, sharply.

"If you kiss me," he says, "I really won't be able to hold it together." She can hear the effort that is going into his control now, an effort she has never heard there before; she has rarely seen him so shaken.

She nods. She can understand that. She knows what it is like to be so buried in harsh reality that a touch of softness would snap it to pieces.

"Later then. For us both," she answers. "On your feet, soldier. Let's move."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #drabble #jfc this was upsetting #hector is REALLY not taking this well #unironically one of the things i am loving about liveblogging this game #is that i'll be going along thinkiing i'm just doing exploration and not Plot #and then some random little moment will blindside me and prompt half an hour of writing and a very upset character XD #hector's good mood from the iron throne is v much gone now

[solardee]

UTEV - Drabble #1

The castle was calm and quiet, for all intents and purposes. Sure, his boys were wandering about, causing their usual mischief as they were want to do, but otherwise it was quiet.

His office was undisturbed, paperwork neatly filed away in the drawer below. Dusk’s hands were folded in front of him, hiding his mouth as he gazed emptily at the door. It would be flying open any moment now, if the telltale steps of his brother down the hall were anything to go by.

There has always been a balance to maintain, after all.

He was the Guardian of Negativity, in stark contrast to his energetic brother; it was inevitable they would conflict. Natural even. Life is not always filled with ease or joy. Disagreements, betrayals, tragedies, all find themselves at home in all of our existences.

Some, perhaps more than others, the cracks in his skull dripping corruption was testament to that.

Keeping a balance, between striving against adversity and being rightfully discouraged and grief stricken in honesty isn’t easy. An ever-lasting fight between positivity and negativity, that shows no signs of settling soon. A fight to last all of eternity.

The door slammed open in front of him. Dusk’s gaze didn’t flinch, slowly traveling up until his singular eyelight bore into shining save stars in his brother’s sockets.

“BROTHER,” Dawn hissed, the talons hidden under his glove gouging slightly into the wooden frame, “I know what you’ve done.”

“Oh, do you now?” Dusk responded, head slowly tilting to the side, the corruption pooling on the inside of his skull. His hands remained folded in front of his face.

His brother scoffed, slamming his hand onto Dusk’s desk to tower over his sibling (though it isn’t like he needed Dusk sitting down to do that) “Of course I do!” Dawn shouted indignantly, “and I won’t allow this crime to continue!”

Dusk’s unoccupied tentacle curled around his chair as he lowered his hands, the barest hint of a smirk on his apathetic face, “You won’t allow it?” he mocked. His other tentacle laid comfortably on his lap.

Dawn’s wings flared out in rage, “That pudding cup in the fridge was mine and you know it!”

Dusk shrugged, raising the aforementioned confectionery in front of his chest, but out of Dawn’s reach, “What a shame. I didn’t see your name on it…” he drawled despite Dawn’s offended huffing.

“Dusk…” his brother warned.

“If you want it so badly, come and get it.”

Thus, the fighting begun.

Feathers flying, apathy dripping to impede determined progress, what Dusk lacked in height he made up for in maneuverability. Dawn shoved and reached for the treat, even as Dusk twisted further away.

It was a good five minutes before Dawn shoved his wing into Dusk’s face and made him choke on feathers, his good arm snatching the slightly crushed cup from the distracted tentacle with a shout of victory.

‘Well,’ Dusk thought to himself as they settled down from their vicious battle, ‘There are worse ways to spend an eternity, I suppose.’

“You’re such an ass sometimes, you know that?” Dawn muttered as he sprawled in the chair across from his office desk.

“Brother, you simply give me far too much to work with,” Dusk replied simply, pulling a drawer in his desk open to grab a treat of his own.

The battle for balance paused, if only briefly.

#UT Equiverse #UTEV #Dawn!Dream #Dusk!Nightmare #UTEV Writing #Dreamtale AU #Dee Drabbles #So I have decided that for this year #I am going to try and post something #ANYTHING at least once a week #I make no guarantees #It's probably going to be a lot of random keyboard splattering like this #But drawing takes me far too long #writing is much easier and it'll be good practice anyways #My goal is to write or draw a little something at least once a day #but I'm not sure if I'll post everything I make so enjoy what manages to pass through my attention span #Also yes #Dawn and Dusk are both melodramatic #Dusk's wit is just very dry and it's hard to tell lol #Funfact I wrote the basic script of this over a year ago now #IT was going to be a comic #I redid the paneling for it about 40 times #and gave up lol