#CPDrabbles

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: am still sick but hope this makes u happy lol, drabbled a little here n there, just imaginethis with ur fav character 🫶🏻🫡

Sharing a bed with your crush was never on your bucket list to begin with.

And yet here you are laying beside him, your back pressed against his chest as he holds you tightly. A soft snore slips past his lips, his hot breath tickling your ear.

An involuntary shiver tiptoes down your spine at that, hands scrambling to hold the hem of your shirt as your eyes squeeze shut.

You glance down at his hands gently holding your waist, warmth painting your cheeks a beautiful red.

With your heart beating as loudly as it is now, it's a wonder he hasn't woken up.

Well, you suppose it's a good thing he didn't. Afterall, it's a one-sided love you have for him.

Gazing at the soft beams of moonlight brushing against your pillow seems almost like a dream. Your breaths slow, his every exhale soothing your nerves.

With eyelids beginning to grow heavy, your fingers reach for his hand that circles your waist. They hesitate.

Even for a moment, perhaps this would be seen as scandalous; maybe even bordering on insane.

But who are you to care, when he holds you so tight, yet so gently? Who are you to care, when his teasing eyes bring a breath of fresh air to your otherwise mundane world?

Who are you to care, when he regards you with such a soft expression, that you can never say no?

You place your hands on his.

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: stay tuned for an upcoming Miles Morales fic! Check out the synopsis -> HERE!

It'll be released during the first week of May, so lmk if I should post it on tumblr or ao3, whichever is more accessible!

"Oooo, Y/n has a crushhhhh," Miles coos mockingly as you slam your locker door shut with a roll of your eyes. You begin to walk down the hallway with textbooks in hand, having passed Miles your candy bar to hold.

You ignore him, but that proves to be difficult as Miles, the annoying little shit he is, continues to make random guesses as to who you could possibly have feelings for.

"Is it Bill from Science class? What about Gary? I don't think he's a good fit for you though. Oooo, is it me?" Miles gasps dramatically with a playful smirk.

You stop in the hallway near your class, turning to face him with raised brows. "You wanna kiss me, wanna cuddle me, wanna hug me?" He mocks, pretending to be lovesick as he bats his eyes at you in a disgusting show of mimicry.

You sigh, hand propped on your hip as you take a step towards him. You take another, leaning in close and effectively shutting him up as your face nears his.

His eyes widen the closer you get, forgetting how to breathe. You smirk, leaning down and taking a bite out of the candy bar he holds as you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

You chew on the sweet treat, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

"Keep guessing, Morales."

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: before i go to sleep, it's drabble time!

"So..." You drawl, leaning back in your seat with a lazy grin. The city's local hero, Spiderman, dangles upside down in your trap.

He struggles to get free from the tightly bound ropes, almost tugging off his mask in the process.

"I have to admit, I love the new suit." You comment, grabbing a pencil and doing a quick sketch.

"What do you want from me?"

You pause, looking up from your sketchbook. "You sound pretty young to be a hero." You purse your lips, trying to guess his age.

"W-what? No, I don't." His voice turns gruff, and you chuckle from how obvious he was forcing it to be.

"I don't really want much. Just to draw you is all." You hum, flipping a page and letting pencil meet paper.

"What?"

You don't respond, eyes trained on sketching the dimensions of his midnight black suit. "I like the spray paint."

"Thanks," He's surprised by your comment, hands still furiously working to free himself. "Aren't you a villain?" He questions, unable to hold back his curiosity. You weren't really doing anything to him either, not like the muggers or robbers that roam the streets at night.

You were just... drawing him.

"I just thought the suit was cool." You respond simply with a shrug, looking straight at the white material on his mask that hides his eyes.

He flinches, surprised by the sudden eye contact. "And you trapped me because...?"

"I wanted to draw it."

"You could've just asked."

"I tried. You weren't really paying attention. "

Now that you mentioned it, the hero does vaguely remember, just passing by you as another face in the crowd.

"Oh. My bad."

The corner of your lips tug upwards into a slight smile. At least he has the common decency to admit it.

"Could you untie me though? It's getting a little uncomfortable." He voices out, fingers still trying to wriggle free.

"Sure, but I'll need something in exchange."

He sighs. Of course you did. People always wanted something from him as Spiderman, be it a photo or even to just gain clout.

"What is it?" He's wary now.

You grin, hands closing the sketchbook with a loud snap as you place your pencil down on your desk.

"That's easy," You walk towards him with ease, eyes filled with certainty. You're inches away from his upside down figure, leaning in slightly until your lips are next to where his ear would be under the mask.

"Be my model, Miles Morales."

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: Damn, I'm really drabblin bros. I'm gonna be so exhausted tomorrow, I guarantee it.

|| Tired Fools || Tadashi Hamada x Reader

“Can you check this for me?” 

You lean over, looking away from the laptop in your hands. You scan the screen, reading the code that Tadashi shows you. You squint, and he notices, shifting the monitor, so you don’t have to crane your neck.

“It looks good so far, but you’re gonna have an error here,” You point out, unsteadily balancing your laptop to poke your finger at the screen. You stumble, and the computer slides out of your grasp as you gasp in horror.

“Woah!” He grabs the laptop, securing it carefully yet tightly as your hand grips his shoulder. You balance yourself, the room practically swaying. You blink, sitting on the chair he pulls up for you.

“Thanks,” You say breathlessly, taking a moment to close your eyes. You groan, lines of code practically imprinted on your eyeballs. Even with your eyes closed, you can still see the bright screen and hear a soft chuckle from the boy beside you.

“It’s your fault, y’know.” You grumble, moving your hand to hit him with your eyes still closed. “If we got home earlier from the theme park, we wouldn’t have had to stay up like this.” Your hand finally connects with something warm – his arm, you realize. You give him a light punch.

“Yeah, but you had so much fun on the roller coasters. Who am I to take you away from that?”

“Shut up,” You mumble, realizing that his voice is husky with exhaustion. You swat his arm, and he responds with a questioning hum. “Take a break, stupid.” You order, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him back to lean against his chair.

He allows himself to be pulled back, and you feel his chair shift as he groans in relief. “I have so many errors.”

“That’s okay; you’re a good programmer. You’ll fix it.”

“Not as good as you are, though.”

“Are you kidding me?” You bark out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head. With your eyes closed, it provides so much relief from the screen you’d been staring at for the past five hours with only two hours of sleep.

“Nah, you’re great. I mean it.”

“Well, you have great hair.”

“You have nice eyes.”

“You have great arms.”

Somehow, your tiredness had turned both of you into rambling fools, neither of you processing the words that left your lips.

“You’re terrible at acting, but it’s cute.”

You pause. “Am I really?”

“What, the acting or the cute thing? Because both are true.”

“Well, you have cute expressions too. Especially when you talk about your brother and aunt. You practically light up, and it’s adorable,” You giggle.

The both of you fall silent, flushed cheeks and goofy smiles as you process the other’s words.

“Should we continue?”

You sense him turning to look at you. Your lips spread into a warm smile, chuckling at the thought of the horror that’s your assignment waiting for you.

“Wanna trade?”

He chuckles, his hand finding yours and giving it a quick squeeze. 

“Sure.”

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: Content? No. Drabble? Yes. A quick announcement though!!

Blank Canvas, a Miles Morales x Reader fic will be posted on the 1st of Nay with regular updates, so keep an eye out for that! The premise can be found under #CPDrabbles :)

'Do you have an extra heart? Because mine was just stolen(by you).'

You giggle at the messy handwriting, glancing back up from your seat to see the cute barista smile at your reaction.

He looks away quickly, warm brown eyes focusing on the next customer in line. He writes down their name, handing it to his coworker and giving the customer his change.

You look down at the receipt in your hands, the discount he's given you glaringly obvious, especially for a Starbucks.

What was his name again...?

You squint slightly, giving a slight start when your eyes meet his. Your cheeks flush, embarrassed at being caught. However, he merely grins, casually moving his apron so that his name tag can be seen.

Miles Morales.

So that's his name. You kinda like it. You get up from your table, your friend raising a brow when you stride across the cafe to the now empty cashier.

"So, I heard you're in need of a heart- No, wait. That came out wrong." You wince as soon you start speaking, the corners of the barista's lips tilting upward into an amused grin.

"What I mean to say is," You start fumbling, arms tensing as you avert your gaze. Why had you even come up here again? And made a fool of yourself at the same time too?

You look back up, cheeks burning a dusty pink. "We should hangout sometime." You finish, heart thrumming in your chest as you wait for his response.

He nods his head slowly, clearly entertained by this entire exchange. "Yeah," He breathes out with a slight tilt of his head, "Yeah. I'd like that."

Your breath hitches in your throat, clearing it with a nod as you try to regain your composure. "So, Miles Morales," You lean over the counter slightly, handing your unlocked phone to him, keypad shining brightly on the screen. The name falls from your lips easily, liking the way it rolls off your tongue so smoothly.

"What's your number?"

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: drabble? drabble. tired? extremely. @urfavarab ur wish has been granted heres one au drabble i wrote here have this idk who its for LOL ive got a whole fucking pile of them, and might post deoending on the poll results^^

pardon the typos or grammatical errors i wrote most of these at like 5am.

The boy who lives at unit 85C pisses you off.

Maybe it's the way he always tilts the magnetic tags on your door when you liked them to be neat and orderly, and maybe it's the way he constantly ignores your angry protests of getting him to stop blasting his god-awful music in the early hours of the morning, but it's definitely the way he still tries to flirt with you even after all that.

"Shut the fuck up and leave me alone," you reply snarkily, shooting him a glare from where your preoccupied arms are busy trying to balance the insane amount of parcels in your hands.

You'd given in to your retail therapy comfort, but who could blame you when your boss at work was being so unreasonably stubborn?

You're so close to calling it quits.

Unfortunately though, you need the money, and it's not like any companies are out there hiring for the niche job you currently hold.

"What's got that smile upside down?" The teasing lilt in his voice is only made more apparent by his wide smile when you glare at him again, choosing to lean himself against your doorway and watching you struggle.

You finally set down the parcels next to your sofa, wiping off the small beads of sweat that have formed on your hairline.

"Literally get out of my apartment." You order, frowning at the fact that he's still here.

"Don't be like that," He pouts, though the mischievous glint in his eyes suggests otherwise. "Let's hang out!"

You collapse on the couch, muscles aching from the long day you've just had. You exhale slowly, staring up at the ceiling while you mull over exactly how done you are at your job. You need a stress reliever. You need a distraction.

You toss him a dubious look, watching his brows raise in response as his lips tug up into an intrigued smirk.

"Y'know what? Fine. Let's hang out."

"Really? No take backs." He grins, kicking off his shoes and inviting himself into your home with a happy hum. He closes the door behind him, making his way to your fridge and scanning its contents before grabbing a bottle of orange juice and chugging it straight from its container, all while you watch from your comfortable position on the plush cushions on the couch.

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: Oh my god so many drabbles lately ayo, to hopefully make up for the lack of content :") I'm only able to update during the weekends nowadays, since I'm wayyy too tired after work to write. I hope you enjoy!

Teen Titans 2003! Robin x Villain! Reader

“Let the adults handle this, Bird Boy.”

Robin’s icy gaze is more than enough to make you chuckle in amusement, faking a shiver. He looks away, his hand propped on his hip.

“Are you sure bringing them into this is a good idea?” He questions Cyborg with reluctance in his voice, gesturing carelessly to you.

“Watch it, Bird Boy. I have a name, y’know.” 

“And so do I.”

“Bird Boy rolls off the tongue better.”

“Guys, stop!” Cyborg stands between the both of you, Robin’s gloved hands already curling into fists while your fingers brush against the hilt of your katana. Both of you are glaring at each other, only moving back when Beast Boy helps Cyborg move the two of you further apart.

“Man, getting these two to work together will be tougher than we thought.” Beast Boy comments with a sigh, already sweating from all the tension in the room.

You huff, crossing your arms. Robin uncurls his fists, looking away with a grumpy purse of his lips. “Whatever,” He mutters.

“How is it that we’ve faced two literal gods, Cinderblock, the Brotherhood of Evil, and yet they’re the only one that irritates you this much besides Slade??” Cyborg groans, holding his hand against his face and shaking his head in defeat.

“Aw, am I special?” You coo, moving to sit beside him and batting your lashes at his disgruntled figure.

“No, you’re not!” Robin moves away, and you almost fall off the chair, having leaned on his side with most of your body weight.

“Rude,” You mutter, eyeing his retreating figure. However, a light pink catches your eye, and you grin when you spot a faint blush that dusts the tip of his ears, his hesitant manner in speaking finally clueing you in. You hum in thought, lips tugging upwards into a smirk as ideas form in your mind. 

Maybe things will start to get interesting around here.

[crackedpumpkin]

"Hey," You greet, handing your bag to Danny who takes it as if it's second nature. Tucker hands you the meatball sub you'd requested earlier, smiling when you unwrap it to see a plethora of veggies.

"Thanks! I've been starving lately, and what I would've given for lunch break to come faster." You groan in relief, taking a huge bite and chewing happily. Pure happiness floods your brain at the scrumptiousness, Danny chuckling from beside you.

You pause, turning to him and raising a brow. "What's so funny, Fenton?" You ask after swallowing down your earlier bite. He shakes his head with an amused smile, reaching over and brushing his thumb against your cheek.

Your entire body stuffens, all neurons on your brain firing at full speed at the contact. Warmth spreads across your cheeks, averting your gaze back to your sub.

"Nothing," He finally replies, retracting his hand and continuing his lunch like nothing happened.

Tucker begins to talk about his next project in the works, only pausing to go return his tray. As soon as Tucker's out of sight, you steal a glance at Danny who's busy sipping on his drink.

With your sub consumed and belly full, you supposed it wouldn't hurt to tease him a little. Another quick glance around shows no one else, your lunch spot in a more secluded area would count towards that.

It's simple. Lean in, kiss his cheek, then lean back and play it cool.

With a plan of action, you suddenly feel a lot nore confident. So, you make quick work of it.

Maybe it was Danny's ghost senses, or maybe he had a great sixth instinct because the moment you make a move and press your lips against his cheek, you very quickly realise that what you're kissing are his lips.

You want to pull back, you really do. But the moment his hand cups your cheek, you already know you're a goner.

The only thing that made you finally seperate was Tucker's very loud exclamation of shock when he comes back to find the both of you kissing.

"SINCE WHEN?!?"

[crackedpumpkin]

yes. It's another drabble. Send help. I watched ninjago's Seabound season and i damn near had a breakdown, so honestly more angsty drabbles might be posted sometime in the future.

"Don't go."

You turn, surprised by the sudden grip on your wrist. You find yourself being pulled backwards, Sokka's chest being pressed against your back as he holds you firmly.

"Sokka..." You murmur, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He leans down, pressing his face against your neck to hide the desperation in his eyes.

You can feel his body trembling, reluctant to let you go. He couldn't lose you; not again.

Last time you were near death, being forcefully pulled into a dangerous situation.

Now, you're walking in headfirst.

"You have to let me go." You pry away his fingers that're practically glued to your arms, holding them in yours and kissing his fingertips lightly with a smile.

You can't cry. You can't allow him to remember you like this.

So you relax your shoulders and smile tenderly up at him, his gentle yet stubborn baby blue eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Don't go." He pleads once more, his words almost a whisper. But you shake your head sadly, taking a step back and letting go of his warm hands.

Hands that had held you so tenderly throughout the cold night, hands that protected you from harm's way, hands that hold yours in a promise of love.

You turn, facing the humongous tornado that's tearing down the houses, stripping them of their walls and windows.

You give him one last glance, eyes starting to sting with tears as you mouth what you knew would be your last words.

"I love you."

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: this is so self indulgent whoops

"His eyes were as brown as fudgy caramel...or something."

"and what exactly is this something...?" miles peers up at you, his entire body sprawled across the carpeted floor. His brow is raised, intrigued by the sudden giggle that falls past your lips when you meet his curious gaze.

you turn your phone to show him the words on the screen. he squints, eyes scanning the fanfiction you're currently reading.

"why're you reading spiderman x reader fanfiction when I'm literally right here??"

[crackedpumpkin]

it's not like Miles intended to fall in love with you. No, it was the last thing he expected.

It's not like he expected his heart to flutter upon hearing your laugh, nor did he expect to find his gaze always subtly searching for you in the room.

It's not like he expected to always linger around you, hoping to casually brush his hand against yours in perhaps the slightest of hopes that you'd maybe get the hint.

But it's also not like he expected to be holding your lifeless body in his arms either, frantically checking for a pulse while the debris of the destroyed labratory lays scattered around him.

It's not like he expected to be accompanying your barely breathing self to the hospital either, the erratic beeping of the heart monitor starting to fade as paramedics desperately try to revive you.

It's not like he expected to be at your funeral only days after the incident, placing fragile flowers under a framed picture of you. You, with your bright smile and melodious laugh, always cracking jokes any chance you get. You, with your gentle nudges and teasing grins reserved only for him. You, with your beautiful life that had been snuffed out too soon.

No, it's not like he expected this at all.

[crackedpumpkin]

hey so uh heres a little drabble i wrote for cole who for some totally unkmown reason i have been missing very much

"You're joking."

"I wish I was," Cole sighs wistfully, running an affectionate hand through your hair. He pulls away momentarily when you glare at him, flinching when you whip your head back around to face the front.

Your lips are pursed into an angry pout, brows furrowing as anger builds up inside of you. "When were you going to tell me?"

"I didn't want to say anything if it wasn't confirmed." He tries to pull you back into his embrace on the couch, wincing when you stubbornly refuse.

He's messed up;He can tell.

He already misses the warmth on his chest, a weight that allowed his mind and body to relax in your presence. He sits back up, not knowing how to make things right.

You on the other hand, are absolutely furious. "So you being away from Ninjago for at least six months isn't something you thought to address? It didn't occur to you even once?"

Cole reaches his hands out, closing around yours with a desperate look in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... It's just that, well... Everyone was busy with their own things, and I was busy falling in love with you."

Stiffened shoulders and yet another glare is all it takes for him to realise that he's somehow messed up again. But how? All he said was the truth.

"So you're saying that I was distracting you from your heroic duties?" Coldness fills your empty words, your face devoid of all emotion except anger.

He slides a hand down his face, pinching the skin between his brows as he takes a deep breath. "That's not what I'm trying to say-"

"Fine. Go then. Go and have fun with everyone on board the Bounty. Go bake your cakes, save the day and whatnot." You stand up, unable to be around him any longer. Another second and you'd be sobbing at his feet.

You'd rather die than let that happen.

You throw a sarcastic smile his way to hide the hurt that scratches the back of your throat, a swollen lump that renders you unable to speak any further without starting to break your composure.

And so, you leave him on the couch, heading back home.

This time, you're alone.

[crackedpumpkin]

"Miles, being Spider-Man is a sacrifice. That's the job."

It's such a simple fact, really. It's the one thing that stays constant in the world, the only string that has never snapped in the chaos of the multiverse.

No one can go against it.

Not even Spider-Man himself.

Which is also another reason that Miles abhors, sitting silently on a ledge that's a few feet away from your window.

He watches the crease between your brows furrow, eyes filled with the incessant worry he'd unwillingly grown familiar with. The phone screen illuminates your face in the darkness of your room, watching you type out yet another message and clicking send.

His phone buzzes.

The weight of it is heavy in his pocket, as if he'd been carrying around a dumbbell he can't throw away.

He takes out his phone, silently reading the message in his notifications, trying to ignore the messages that had been piling up.

Coraźon <3 [ 10.00 PM] : hey, we haven't talked in a while. Is everything okay?

Coraźon <3 [ 10.00 PM] : i miss you.

I miss you too.

His fingers itch to type those four words. So simple, but so painful at the same time.

He places his phone back in his pocket.

He can't risk it. Not anymore. Not after what had happened.

Being Spider-Man is a sacrifice.

But it's not one he was prepared for by any means.

[crackedpumpkin]

"Okay, okayokayokayokay," you chant to yourself in one slow exhale, looking down at your phone.

"Are we lost?"

"We're not lost, we just...took a wrong turn." Miles raises a brow, slowing to a stop beside you. You squash down an annoyed groan, rotating your phone in hopes that maybe google maps would finally calibrate your route correctly.

"Right," he murmurs unsurely, the corner of his lips tugged up in a small smirk at your distressed self. "Told you we should've turned left."

"You navigate then," you snap back immediately, only to sigh, regretting the sharpness in your words. "Sorry, I just really wanted to visit this cafe with you."

"Tell you what, I'll navigate this time." He holds out his hand with a grin. You stare at him for a moment, debating if your pride was more important than getting to the cafe before it closed. You place your phone in his hand.

"C'mon," he nods his head in the direction you both walked from. He grabs your hand loosely, leaning down and placing a small kiss against the side of your head. "We'll have to walk faster if we wanna make it there in time."

He begins walking and you follow along with a wide smile, your earlier frustration now forgotten.

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: drabble time again lol, why are my drabbles getting more traction than my actual content please- 😭😭

Inspo: minute 2.16 to 2.38

"I'm okay."

Leo looks down at his nightstand, picking up the picture you had taken on your first date at the carnival. The disposable polaroid is fragile - the edges slightly yellowed over time.

He didn't mean for it to happen. He told you to get away from the fire. You didn't listen. But then again, it was one of the things he loved most about you. Your stubborn streak spearheading many of your silly debates and making them more fun than they should be.

In a single moment, however, his future slipped out of his hands. He arrived at the scene a little too late, your scarred body burned beyond recognition.

Leo cried that night, cradling your limp body to his plastron, refusing to let go for even a single moment. He caressed your pale lips, begging to every god above for it to be just a dream.

I'm not okay.

"I don't miss you," He breathes out with a shaky breath, fingers caressing the bright smile on your face. You'd be upset if he admitted otherwise, he assumes. You'd probably tell him to not be such a Debbie Downer - to continue living his life.

"Are you ready?" He turns at Raph's question, his brother waiting at the door with a small bouquet of flowers from the florist he visited every year since that fateful day.

Leo hesitates, glancing down at the poloroid in his hands. A quiet moment passes. "Yeah." He nods, straightening his back and placing it back down onto his nightstand, where his treasured belongings are stored.

I really miss you.

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: i-i wrote stuff-

"Here." He slams down a piece of paper onto your desk, crossing his arms with a huff.

You regard the thick parchment with wary eyes, using the tip of your index and thumb to pick it up as if it's contaminated.

"What is this?"

He balks. Gesturing to the object in your hands, his eyes fill with disdain. "The contract we agreed on."

"Ah." So that's why he had barged into your office at ten A.M. unannounced, all for the sake of a silly little piece of paper, rendered powerless without the accompanying signature.

"I already amended the Terms and Conditions specified in our...interrupted meeting."

You hum, eyes scanning through the contract's contents once more. His aide's handwriting is nothing but immaculate, and you almost find yourself asking for calligraphy lessons.

There it is. The one clause that would change your life when you sign the contract.

When the contract is nullified after two (2) years as the stipulated duration states, both parties shall divide their assets equally, amd shall not intervene with the other's personal affairs.

You grin, a glint of satisfaction in your eyes as you pick up the pen. Nib neets paper, the black ink of your signature now serving as proof of your agreement.

Once done, you lean back in your seat, placing your hands on your lap in a relaxed manner.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you."