#drabble promts

[stowawaymuffin]

Naive Peter being brushed up against by Tony, each caress getting bolder than the other. Peter thinks that it’s all normal and Tony sees no reason to correct him.

It starts out relatively tame with a simple graze against his waist as he stands behind him at his work bench, and a hand at the back of his neck to redirect him to where Tony wants him to look.

This quickly turns into full on back hugs, and Tony resting a hand on Peter’s thigh on the couch during movie night.

Peter thinks nothing of it, convinced that this is just how the older man is, and Tony has no problem indulging in the boy’s oblivious willingness.

[aphroditelovesu]

Heyyy babe, its my first Yandere romantic request since we are in Valentine’s Day week! So my request is:

[💙] + [20] with Percy Jackson with gender neutral demigod darling.

That’s ir, byeee! Happy Valentine’s Day 💌💘

[💙] - ''I know I deserve all your hate and despise but... Please don't ignore me or leave me, I really can't live without you.’’

[20] - ''I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again."

❝ 🌊 — lady l: Happy Valentine's Day, babe!! ❤️ Hope you like this!! Forgive me for any mistakes. :)

❝tw: death, betrayal and mild anguish.

❝🌊pairing: yandere!percy jackson x gender neutral!reader.

❝word count: 925.

The smell of blood mixed with ash was the only thing you could smell as you slowly regained consciousness.

The screams had long since ceased. You weren't sure what had happened, you just remembered monsters? A Minotaur, perhaps, but your mind was blank and dazed when you regained consciousness.

When your eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, you found your boyfriend's face, Percy's.

When he noticed that you had woken up, Percy smiled in relief and you noticed that there were tears of relief running down his slightly tanned face.

"W-What happened?" Your voice was no louder than a whisper.

Percy caressed your face and, for some reason, your body shivered. A shiver of fear, you noticed.

He seemed to notice as a frown formed on his brow. And there was no answer to your question.

"Percy?" You tried once more but Percy just sighed deeply.

"They are dead." That's all he said.

"What?" You struggled to connect the dots, your mind still reeling from what had been inflicted on you. With a heavy sigh, you asked, "Who?"

Percy pursed his lips, squeezing your arm lightly. You flinched at the sudden pain. Why was it hurting so much? What had happened?

"Our friends." There was a slight disgust in his voice when he said the word 'friends' but you didn't notice it due to the shock going through your body.

Dead. Your friends. They were dead...

"H-How did this happen?" You mumbled, your eyes filling with tears. The sight of your almost overflowing eyes left him distressed and hurt.

Percy hated when you cried.

"Shh... It's going to be okay..." He murmured, caressing your face gently, his bloody fingertips staining your skin even more than it already was.

"What happened? W-Why can't I remember anything?" You asked, tears finally streaming down your blood stained face.

Percy knew you wouldn't take the news well but he didn't want to lie to you. Lies ruin relationships and the last thing he wanted was to ruin his relationship with you.

No more than he already did when he decided to betray his friends for you. He felt slightly guilty but... It was for you and he would do anything for you.

Percy took a deep breath, his gaze wavering as he struggled to find the right words. His heart was beating fast, and he knew the truth was something you needed to hear, even if it was painful.

"It was the Minotaur" He began, his voice low and heavy with regret, "we were fighting him. You were injured... Badly. I… I made a choice." He hesitated, his eyes filling with a mixture of guilt and determination.

"What choice?" You whispered, feeling a sense of desperation rise in your chest. Fear and confusion were intertwined, and you desperately needed answers.

Percy closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to muster up his courage, "I knew we couldn't win if we all fought together. So, I made a deal with the Minotaur. I... I betrayed our friends to save you. They died so you could live."

The silence that followed was deafening. Percy's words hung in the air, heavy and full of implications. You felt an icy cold spread through your body, and the tears finally fell freely, mixing with the blood and dirt on your face.

"You... You did what?" Your voice was full of disbelief and pain. ''They died because of me?''

Percy held your face more firmly, his eyes boring into yours. "I couldn't lose you." He said, voice steady despite the tears that also threatened to escape his eyes. "I know it's hard to accept, but I would do it all again if I had to. I don't care what it means to me, as long as you're alive."

You shook your head, your mind spinning at the revelation. "How could you... Percy, they were our friends! How could you do this?"

The pain in Percy's eyes intensified, but he didn't back away. "I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again." He whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "I know this doesn't erase what happened, but it was the only way I could find to make sure you survived."

You felt an overwhelming despair wash over you. "Then I'd rather be dead." You whispered, and Percy's eyes widened. He grabbed your shoulders tightly, and it hurt a little.

"Don't say that." He pleaded, voice desperate. "I know I deserve all your hate and contempt, but...Please don't ignore me or leave me. I really can't live without you."

Percy's words cut deep, leaving a mixture of gratitude and anger in his heart. You didn't know how to process it all. The loss of your friends, Percy's betrayal, your own survival. Everything felt like a nightmare you couldn't wake up from.

As Percy continued to caress your face, you realized that, despite everything, he was there. He had made a horrible choice, but he was on your side. And it was a place he would never leave.

With one last shuddering breath, you closed your eyes, allowing the tears to fall freely, knowing that, somehow, you would need to find a way to rebuild your lives, from the ashes of what had been destroyed. Percy kissed your lips softly and you knew there was no going back.

You would never leave him. He would make sure of that.

[hrpfdrabbledecember]

welcome to hrpf drabble december.

Hi. You may not know this, but my best friend and co-mod of this blog Lur has had an absolute blast writing several drabbles over the last several days.

And that made me think: what if there was a way for not only her, but you and me to write drabbles. What if I did it in December? What if you didn't have to do one every day? What if you could do as many or as few as you wanted?

Introducing: drabble december

In which you write a drabble (a fic that is exactly 100 words) or a double / triple drabble (200 / 300 words) from either a prompt inside your own head or one from our convenient prompt wheel (that is hrpf specific, but generic enough for most of them that if you want to write something else, feel free! or feel free to lift and drop to your own fandom!)

We even have an AO3 collection for them!

Runs through the month of december, or probably, the whole year if you feel like it. December is a time in your heart if you decide it to be.

[sweetiebugwrites]

Drabble #5

Walk and Talk  

Promts: #120 “Take my jacket, it’s cold” and #11 “Just once.”

Y/N wasn’t thrilled at first when she’d been tasked with reintroducing the man frozen in time to a new generation. The heated discussion she had with Fury about ‘babysitting' a man who’s older than she is was fresh in her head as they both walked down the busy New York street. She wanted to work her normal missions and push herself like she always had. However, it wasn’t very long that the more she and Steve spent time together, it didn't seem so bad.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold,” he said before he could second-guess himself.

Y/N blinked in surprise, but then her smile softened. “I’ll be fine,” she said, shaking her head. But before she could protest further, Steve had already taken the jacket off and handed it to her, his expression soft but insistent.

“ Take it,” he insisted, his voice firm but gentle. “I don’t mind.”

Y/N looked at him, a mix of appreciation and amusement in her eyes. She took the jacket, slipping it over her shoulders. It was large on her, but it looked right. Steve felt a surge of warmth at the sight, and it wasn’t just from giving up his jacket.

“I appreciate it, Steve.” She said, her tone softening. It likely wasn’t easy for someone who spent so long under ice to have to deal with the cold city air. “You don’t have to, you know.”

He shrugged, trying to keep his composure even if his face was still flushed. “I want to.”

There was a pause, an awkward silence that stretched just a bit too long before Y/N broke it with a teasing smile. “Look at you, being all chivalrous.”

Steve felt his cheeks heat up, but he couldn’t help but smile back at her. “I’m just trying to be a good guy.”

She glanced down to his jacket and then back up at him. “You’re doing fine so far.”

They stood there for a few more minutes, both caught in the serenity of the moment. Steve’s mind raced with the things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t seem to find the words. How could he? It wasn’t just admiration—he felt something deeper for her, something that had been growing since the first time they met.

Finally, Y/N broke the silence, her voice quieter this time. “I’ve never been good at this,” she said, motioning between them. “At, you know, letting people in.”

Steve looked at her curiously. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes flicking to the ground. “I’m good at staying focused. But every time you look at me like that, I can’t help but wonder…”

“Wonder what?” Steve asked, his heart rate picking up.

She looked at him then, her gaze searching his face. “Just once, I want to not keep everything to myself. I want to not be so serious all the time. But I just don’t know how.”

Steve’s chest tightened as he processed her words. “You don’t have to be like that with me,” he said softly yet firm, stepping a little closer. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

There was a long moment of silence between them. Then, Y/N smiled again, a small, genuine smile that made Steve’s heart race.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper. “Maybe one day, I could believe you.”

Steve looked down at her, feeling something shift between them at that moment. Maybe she wasn’t ready yet, but he was willing to wait. “I’ll be patient,” he said, the words coming out easier than he expected them to. “I’m good at that.”

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing up at him with a touch of something more in her eyes now. “Yeah,” she said, her voice teasing but warm. “I know you are.”

And for the first time in a long while, Steve felt a spark of hope, a quiet optimism that perhaps he wasn’t as out of time as he thought. Perhaps, for once, he was exactly where he needed to be.

[luxu1230]

I'm looking for writing prompts to do for the Pitts but more of Character A and Character B type prompts does anyone have any ideas please.

[bittergoose]

thinking about dabihawks in a vintage, isolated orphanage setting growing up together

Keigo, who's been there for years

Touya, who recently moved to the orphanage after losing his parents

Keigo, who was a quiet child, meeting his new roommate and tasked with helping him settle in

Touya, who is filled with all things negative, learning how to be positive

Keigo, who helps him adjust to his classes

Touya, who becomes a bit of a bad influence on Keigo, showing him they can break small rules in exchange for a little freedom

Keigo and Touya, who grow to become best friends and skip class together

Touya and Keigo who ditch chores to race past the house and disappear into the forest for hours at a time

Keigo and Touya, who hop the fence of the orphanages property and discover an untouched meadow

Touya, who teaches Keigo how to braid grass and craft flower crowns

Keigo, who teases Touya for knowing how to make something so out of character for him, only for Touya to defensively comment how his sister was the one who taught him

Touya, who always loses a race

Keigo, who frolicks in the flowerfields

Touya, who puts little flowers in his hair

Keigo, who convinces Touya to climb the giant apple tree

Touya and Keigo, who cut apples with a stolen knife for the orphanage and share the fresh fruit while laughing up in the branches

Keigo, who pushes Touya into the stream while they're hopping over the stepping stones

Touya, who drags Keigo in with him and a fish slaps his face

Keigo and Touya who, cloud watch and stargaze in the fields when days are slow

Touya and Keigo, who return to the orphanage only to be scolded by the nannies

But Touya eventually falls ill over the fall, and slowly approaches death, isolated in the medical wing with nurses hovering over him. Visiting doctors can't help him, tell him he's going to die. Keigo is stopped form visiting Touya on most days, told by the nurses that he's exhausted and sleeping. Keigo would still manage to sneak into his hospital room at night because their once shared room is filled with loneliness at Touya's absence.

[beautyconsumer]

Hi! For the drabble prompt: "I burn for what's no longer mine."

please? <3

"I burn for what's no longer mine."

Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd

Fandoms: Batman, Batfam, Under the Red Hood

Words: 415

Content and TW: angst, non graphic injury and mild blood, slight whump, character study, unreliable narrator (sort of) not like Bruce gives much chance to let Jason know what's up.

Summary:

Jason gets hurt. Batman takes care of Red Hood, it's not a bad thing for once. Jason reminiscences about it.

Jason doesn't say anything at first, not eager to break the silence, despite knowing he'd be the one to do it. Bruce was the most comfortable in the silence and Jason refused to indulge him.

"You ain't gonna say anything?" Jason says, "Wouldn't have pulled my punches back, not like you'd have," he says, grin throwing amusement in his tone, Jason tastes the blood on his teeth, his smile must show hella charming.

Bruce doesn't respond, just keep attending at his wound, retires the bandage with those metallic scissors he carries around, it separates from him heavy with blood pulling at his skin painfully, Jason hisses.

Jason is waiting for the 'I told you so' or the passive aggressive comment that would essentially mean the same.

It doesn't come.

Jason eyes Bruce, with Jason being sprawled into the shitty safe house, bleeding out in the couch Bruce looks as impersonal as ever.

He waits for the scolding, since the violence already resided and it'd be counterproductive and illogical if Bruce decided to beat him up now, the 'you went too far' must be at the tip of his tongue.

Not like those fuckers didn't deserve it, selling children like cattle. As if Jason could just sit there and do nothing.

Bruce opens his mouth, after pursing his lips painfully tight Jason feels reluctant trepidation to what's gonna come out of him. Jason's afraid it'll make his gut churn in anger and frustration because he just never got it.

Nor did he tried to, the stubborn bastard.

"Your armor," Bruce ends up saying, Jason blinks in confusion, "It doesn't cut it anymore, you'll need better equipment."

Jason blinks again, then he sighs dropping his head onto the couch, "What are we doing?"

He closes his eyes, thinks of how Bruce must be doing gymnastics in his head, trying to see the innocent little boy he once thought he knew.

Bruce must be mourning Robin in his head, latching to it and never letting go.

Jason mourns for Bruce too, what he did wanted for Bruce to be for him. The father he wanted, the one he yearned and needed back then.

Jason opes his eyes up to the grainy popcorn ceiling, the black ink shadow at his side doesn't feel like the omnipresence of the big Bat it once was, it's just a man.

It's frankly a little disappointing.

Both of them burn for what's no longer there, perhaps for what never was there at all.

[jazzythursday]

Careless (667 words)

He’d gotten careless.

It was a simple mistake, but a careless one all the same. He’d gotten distracted, and the ratio of one chemical to another was just a bit not right, just enough to—

It was carelessness, is all it was. Stupid. Idiotic. He can’t afford to call himself a demolitions expert if he can’t even handle semi-compustables without fucking it all up.

He’s still staring at the remnants of the exploded vile in his hand, tiny rivulets of blood running from the bits of broken glass embedded in his skin. He’s never liked being hurt, he’s never liked blood. It makes him feel fragile, and a bit like the times he was a child getting rapped on the knuckles for not trying hard enough in lessons, even though he was trying so hard. He flexes his hand. It burns, but not much, not as much as it probably should, and he should really get something to clean up the mess, but he’s just staring, staring and staring and wondering why he hadn’t thought to measure twice, why he hadn’t—

Jesper finds him like that, hunched over his work table, staring.

He’s very gentle as he handles Wylan into a chair and cradles his arm, brow furrowed and lips pursed as he inspects his hurt hand to look over the injury. Wylan feels frozen, like he’s stuck somewhere he doesn’t know how to find his way back from. Bracing for some kind of punishment—from who, he isn’t sure. Berating himself for being stupid enough to make a mistake he knows he’s better than and caught between the past and the present, in some cold and numb place in the middle.

Jesper catches his eyes. “Well, it looks like you’ll get to keep all your fingers.”

It draws a rough laugh out of Wylan, and he feels himself start to thaw. “Is that your professional opinion, Jesper Fahey?”

“Yes, and that’s Medik Fahey to you. Sit tight, love, and if you’re a good patient, I’ll even throw in a prize.”

Wylan snorts, then winces, because being out of his head means he can properly feel how much his hand actually hurts, and he finds that it does. Ouch.

Jesper gets out a pair of tweezers and pulls out every piece of glass, cleaning the cuts and wrapping them until Wylan has a bandage that runs from his fingertips up halfway to his elbow.

Jesper drops a kiss into the palm of Wylan’s hand when he’s done, soft and infinitely sweet in ways that Wylan cannot begin to define, in ways until recently he did not know he could have.

“Thank you,” he says, meaning it.

Jesper shrugs one shoulder and tilts his head, “Anytime. Well—not any time, please don’t make a habit of demo-disasters, not that this was a disaster, but—you know what I mean—”

Wylan cuts off the ramble with a kiss, marvelling at the way it never fails to make Jesper release a short little swallowed gasp into his mouth as his hands immediately pull Wylan closer. “I know,” Wylan says. “Thanks.”

“Right,” Jesper says, a little breathless. “Right,” he says again, dropping a kiss to the top of Wylan’s head and then flashing the grin that Wylan knows he uses when he wants to be charming. “First things first, I did say you’d get a prize, and I have it on good authority from Nina that waffles make the best medicine. Feel up to getting out of here?”

Wylan let’s Jesper pull him up by his uninjured hand and lead him out of the warehouse and into town. He’ll have to clean up the mess he’s made of his workstation tomorrow, remake the whole batch of flash bombs. But for now, as Jesper fills the silence with easy conversation about what he’d missed at the Crow Cub, the reassuring weight of his arm wrapped around his shoulders, Wylan thinks it can wait.

Maybe he can afford to be a little careless about some things.

[s-creations]

🩸 Patching up a wound with Luisley. Peasley patching up Luigi after an adevnture

((Uh, for some reason my brain didn't compute 'after an adventure'. So I hope this still works! Love my two Green Bean Boys.))

🩸 Patching up a wound (Link to Post)

Luigi watched with a small smile as Peasley wrap up his arm. The prince doing his best to cover the rather long and deep cut that had been placed. Peasley was thankful that they could no longer see the red. 

“I’m still not used to the fact that your blood…is so red.” Peasley said weakly. Gently running a hand along the wrapped arm. 

“Humans and Beans are built differently.” Luigi attempted a small laugh, faltering when the prince didn’t share the same feelings. He reached out to gently take Peasley’s hands in his own. Squeezing them softly. “Hey, I’m fine, really. You don’t have to worry.”

“You can say that to me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll listen.”

“Peasley-”

“I hate seeing you hurt,” Peasley said softly, “I know you’re strong, I know you can take a lot, but… All I can think about is how I could have prevented it. How I could have gotten you out of the situation. It’s all that can run through my mind.”

He let out a shaky laugh. Luigi frowned softly as Peasley wiped away at the corners of his eyes. “Sorry, how silly of me. You’re a hero! You see far crazier things than what you faced today and you always come out on top. I just…”

Peasley’s bottom lip trembled from both holding back his fears and the nervous energy that hit him as Luigi leaned closer. Eagerly accepting the gentle kiss that the human laid upon his lips. Taking a deep breath as his hands carefully travel up Luigi’s arms, making sure not to undo the wrappings he’d just placed. 

It was quick and meaningful, the kiss. Peasley letting out a shaky breath as if exhaling his nerves and frustrations. Eyes closed as he stayed in the moment, trying to remember the pressure on his lips only a few seconds ago. Smiling softly as Luigi pressed their foreheads together. 

“You’re not silly,” Luigi said softly, “I understand what you’re saying, because I feel the same way. About you, and Mario, and Peach, and so many others. It just means you care about people. I would jump into any attack or fight or anything even like it means it would keep you safe.”

Peasley couldn’t help but laugh again, still feeling shaky. “How is it you’re the one who’s hurt yet you’re trying to comfort me?”

“Because that’s what you do when you…when you love someone,” Luigi swallowed softly. Peasley loved how his human’s cheeks glowed with a beautiful red. Even if he was panicking about it only a few moments ago seeing it drip down Luigi’s arm. 

“You love me?” Peasley asked teasingly. 

Luigi laughed before poking out his tongue. “Of course I do!”

“I love you as well… Even with your crazy need to take attacks head on.”

“I thought that made me chivalrous?” 

Peasley didn’t bother with a verbal reply. Instead bringing Luigi into another gentle kiss, cupping the human’s cheeks in his hands.

[whump-about-it]

Out in the Rain

@whumpuary Day 2: Alt prompt: rain

CW: dehumanization, low self worth, brain washed whumpee, Stockholm syndrome.

How did Whumpee always manage to get in trouble when it was raining? Did it have something to do with moon phases? Could atmospheric pressure affect the brain? Maybe on some level they liked taking their punishments' in the rain and subconsciously acted out when bad weather was coming.

Some aspects of taking their punishment in the rain were noticeably better. The chain Whumper used to tie them up didn't get hot in the sun and burn their neck like it did during the summer. And the packed dirt of Whumper's fenced in yard didn't reflect the heat back and make them hot and itchy. And the ants and other bugs didn't usually try to crawl up their legs and swarm them in the rain. Whumper usually let Whumpee keep their clothes on too if it was already raining when they acted out. And if the rain was particularly heavy they were sometimes even allowed to get down on their hands and knees and hide under Whumper's patio for safetly.

Except Whumpee was too stupid to be able to predict the weather. They were too stupid for most things. That was how they ended up getting punished so often.

Whumper wasn't too stupid to predict the weather. Maybe they liked Whumpee taking their punishments in the rain and tried to provoke them when they knew bad weather was coming.

But Whumper wouldn't do that. They were trying to help Whumpee. They wanted them to get better. It wasn't their fault that Whumpee was so stupid and couldn't do things right. It was wrong of Whumpee to think that Whumper would want to punish them needlessly.

Anyway, Whumpee was being punished this time for not cleaning the bathroom properly. How could have Whumper provoked that? And how could not clean a bathroom properly anyway?

No. Whumper couldn't have anything to do with this. Whumpee must have some how liked being punished in the rain.

[aliea82]

Okay, hear me out....Steddie AU based on Ladyhawke!

Seriously, think about it, Steve would be the Wolf by night and Eddie would be the Hawke by day, or whatever animals the author would want them to be.

Henry/Vecna/one would be the bad guy, not sure of how or why he cursed them but he does.

Robin would be Mouse, because as much as Dustin seems like the more likely choice, Robin would be better because she would be the only one to talk Steve down.

Anyways...the Party could show up as ummm helpers of some sort, I don't know.

But that end...when they see each other again...arghhhhh.

I would write this, but I'm having a serious writer's block, so if anyone picks this up I ask please please please tag me!!!!!

[artemonh]

Still think that I'm cute?

Nova/Kiriona drabble.

Kiriona Gaia hasn't seen her cavalier since she died although she held their shared memories dearly.

Kiriona Gaia hasn't seen her cavalier since she died although she held their shared memories dearly. As she was on her way to the cell where the cohort kept her cavalier Kiriona Gaia was reimagining a little nonsense of moment. Nova finally accepted her place as her cav - for real - not just for show. Harrow moved to the bunk at the end of Gideon's bed and they were talking all night until: "Sleep now, you cute idiot." Said Nova once already half in a dream. After a completely unnecessary breath, Kiriona gave the order and the guards opened the door. Nova had been found in New Rho, dressed like the Edenites. She wasn't wearing any face paint or weaponry but Kiriona caught the little move of Nova's hand as she was reaching for the chain automatically. Kiriona wished that her cavalier had her weapons so they could fight instead of this. Kiriona knew how terrible she looked, and she hated the expressions on the other's face. She can handle Harrow's rage but she doesn't know what to do with the grief and guilt. "Still think that I'm cute?" She asked with a false smile.

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[screamingatanemptyroom]

“There’s no such thing as magic.”

I wake up to these words, my head pounding, my throat sore. I feel an aching in my limbs, as if I’ve just run a marathon. Who am I? I try to remember, but all I can feel is more pain. My vision is blurry at first but quickly begins to clear.

A padded cell.

I look down at myself, I’m wearing soft scrubs, no shoes or buckles or anything with a hard or sharp edge. The pale skin of my exposed wrist is dotted with bruises. They almost appear like claw marks. I blink, and the marks seem to fade, causing me to question whether I ever saw it right at all.

“Did you hear me?” My head snaps up at the sound. A nurse stands nearby, her hair greying at the temples, her mouth firmly pursed, her eyes filled with disgust as she stares at me.

“…What?” I force myself to talk, but my voice is hoarse, it hurts to talk.

The nurse rolls her eyes. “Magic isn’t real. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can stop wasting everyone’s time.”

Magic? The word seemed to resonate within me, a warmth within my chest, slowly heating me up from within, healing the icy coolness that had been present since I had woken up.I couldn’t remember my name, couldn’t remember anything really, but this?  Magic. The word felt important, felt real.

More real than the cell walls around me.

“Is she awake?”

Another voice asks, and I shudder in fear. I know this voice, even if I can’t remember a face or name to go with it. Everything within me screams in terror, begging me to run, to hide, to be anywhere but within the gaze of the owner of that voice. I force myself to look in the direction, and immediately wish I hadn’t.

He is innocuous looking enough, with a light smile and regular, handsome features. His hair was neatly trimmed, his clothing fit well, partially covered by a doctor’s coat. He stares at me with kindness and sympathy in his gaze. It should have made me feel safe, feel cared for.

I feel terrified.

His eyes, beneath the shallow veneer of doctorly concern, are filled with raw, thick, unadulterated hatred.

This man hates me.

And within that hatred is a strange sort of light, almost glee. He is happy I’m here, in this padded cell. Happy I’m hurting and confused.

He wants me to suffer.

I know this truth and surely as I know that the floor is beneath my feet and the ceiling is above my head. Up is up, down is down and this man is dangerous and desires my pain.

I scoot back slightly in the room, desperate to get away no matter how futile the gesture is. My back pushes up against the padded wall, the solidness of it only raising my panic further.

“You suffered a psychotic break.” The man speaks in calming tones, the sound grating on my soul, making me want to claw my own ears off to stop the sound from reaching me. “It’s normal to be a bit confused. Just know:” He smiles. “We’re going to take care of you.”

Take care of you. The words echo in my heart, repeating with every beat. My fear grows in time to the rhythm, adding its own message beating along.

Get out! Get out! Get out!

I shake my head, unable to speak further, unable to scream despite the terror clawing at my chest.

"Is she not able to talk?" The man frowns. “What’s going on?”

“We’ve woken her up five times, each time she insists she can use magic.” She laughs, but the sound is bitter, angry, mocking. It holds nothing but ugliness within, and no one joins with her. "We've increased the dosage, but she's showed no improvement."

“Magic, huh?” The man seems unfazed by her words.

Magic. Magic. Magic. MAGIC. MAGIC! MAGIC!!

The word echoes in my heart, unable to be suppressed. I feel an energy springing within me, moving along my veins, pooling under my skin. I feel weak and powerful. Ageless and old. Strong enough to crush mountains with a thought, too feeble to walk out of a padded room. The power fills me, completes me, reassures me as I stare at the man who is not a man. With eyes that are kind but filled with malice.

“It’s best to forget about delusions, huh?” His smile widens, and I want to hide. “There’s no such thing as magic. It’s dangerous to hold onto these fantasies. Why don’t you say it with me?”

“…”

“Come on,” His smile stiffens, but his mask stays intact. He is a helpful doctor to a difficult patient. “Say it with me.”

I clench my jaw but it opens against my will. “There’s no such thing as magic.” My tattered voice can barely get out the words.

“Good girl.” He whispers. He turns to the nurse, his back towards me. “Increase her dose. To 500mg.”

“Doctor…” The woman’s face pales, she clearly doesn’t want to question him but she knows that something is wrong.

“With her drug history, she has built up tolerance.” He patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, it will be fine.”

“Yes, Sir.” She takes a vial out of her pocket and draws up a medication. With a determined expression, she steps closer to me. “This will be over soon.”

“No.” I whisper. She flinches, but moves towards me still.

“No!” My voice cracks on the word.

“Don’t resist.” The man’s smile feels like being burned in the fires of damnation, I feel my soul wither under his gaze. “We’re trying to help you.”

“Magic isn’t real.” I say quietly, wishing it to be true. Perhaps I AM delusional. Perhaps this “power” I feel is the product of a diseased mind, along with my irrational fear of my doctor.

“That’s right.” The doctor is pleased, but I feel worse.

“Magic isn’t real.” The needle in the nurse’s hand moves closer to my arm.

“Magic…” My skin burns with power. “Isn’t…” It surges around me. “Real…” I am drowning in it.

And finally, it bursts forth.

It fills the room, slamming the nurse and the man dressed as a doctor against the wall. They struggle and try to scream but my magic prevents them.

The room is silent.

Slowly I stand to my feet. I am shaking, weak, but the magic supports me.

The nurse is shaking her head in shock, tears rolling down her cheeks. The man though… he stares at me with pure hatred, no longer hiding behind even a light façade. He wants to kill me.

I won't let him.

I walk towards the door, my feet floating a couple inches off the ground. The soft flooring tears and burns beneath me.  The two pinned to the wall struggle more, but freeze as I turn and smile at them.

“Don’t worry.” I laugh, the sound gravely and unfamiliar.

I reach the door and look back once again. My eyes skim over the terrified nurse and the man who is not a man who hates me.

“Magic isn’t real.”

I hear whimpers of fear, but I ignore them.

“So this won’t be able to hurt you.”

The room fills with flames and screams, but I walk away, untouched. I quietly leave the building, ignored by the rushing crowds attempting to put the fire in the building out. I pass by, invisible, and suddenly I am out of the building. I am free.

I take a deep breath of the night air, I smell smoke and death. But also air and grass.

I am free.

I don’t know who I am. Is this all in my head? Perhaps I’m still in my padded little room, having had the nurse inject medicine into me, and fallen into restless sleep and delusions, still trapped in my cell.

I look down at my hand, and flames surround it.

Or perhaps, I was sane, in which case I had a lot to learn about myself, a lot to remember.

I glance back at the burning building behind me and smile, whispering a single, confident sentence.

“Magic  is real.”

You wake up in a padded cell. The doctors tell you that your entire life has been a lie. That there is no magic. However, you can still use magic.

[tracklims]

my sweetest sin is how i relish in your laugh when no one else is around

[carbonfiction]

Hi! How do you think Logan would feel about a girl that confesses that it’s difficult to orgasm without using her vibrator?

Okay so im a girlie who very much has this issue😭

But I feel like (and i think this has probably been said by others) he would very much see it somewhere between a teaching experience and a challenge? In that he would be practically conducting lessons to get you off without it. Adamant that you aren't broken for needing a toy, just need to learn what really feels good for you.

And its not like you could've confessed to someone with any more experience than him.

Its not that you can't cum by your own touch, it just.. Takes far too long. The pleasure once warming your belly seeming to Disapate the longer you play; it just.. doesn't feel as good. Your fingers, compaired to your vibrator, dont seem get you there how you like. In fact, Its more likely that your hands get cramp than get you off sufficiently.

So, cut to having admitted your little.. predicament to him, Hes sitting you down on your bed, back against his chest, in front of a mirror and asking you to show him. Cooing in your ear softly about how 'He needs to see what you usually do, needs to see how he can help you combat this' because lets be honest? A vibrator isnt always the most discreet.

Logan is eagerly watching how your fingers swirl around your clit with his head over your shoulder. Planting soft pecks to your neck while making mental notes of your speed and pressure. He's simply letting you take the lead with your own body until your whining, frustrated huffs panted from your chest as you feel the stiffness of cramp begin to grow in your joints.

Then and only then does he take over; really let the lesson begin. With one large hand placed over yours, touch knowing and guiding as he promts you to relax. To watch as his fingers begin their deft movements atop of yours.

And to your surprise, it actually feels really good.

Your pussy makes slick, sloppy sounds beneath your shared touch and paired with the little moans you let out Logan can feel his cock press solid against your back. But now isnt for him, now is for you and to make you orgasm comfortably without the use of a toy.

"Feel good?" he questions quietly. When you hum a little moan back he kisses the juncture of your neck, facial hair a pleasant rub as he mumbles out against the skin. "Just gotta keep goin like that alright? Keep on touching by yourself"

His hand between your legs pulls off but never leaves your body, his grip soft on your plush thigh or your tummy as he talks you through with gentle praise.

Hushed groans and whispers of 'doin so well' 'you got it, nice and steady' 'look so fuckin pretty like this'

He observes the concentration in your face, how your lip bites under your teeth. Your moans growing in volume, stomach muscles beginning to tighten at the steady pleasure.

This time you dont feel the telltale stiffness of cramp, only the growing throb of your puffy clit as you round it in presise circles.

"L-logan" you whine desperately, struggling to maintain your pace for the pleasure bubbling through your veins.

"Gettin' close princess?" he honeys cockily, lips pressing a kiss to your jaw. "Gonna make yourself cum?"

Moments later you do shatters from a quickened slick swipe against your nub. This pleasure different as it flows through you, back arched over his chest.

"There you go, good girl" he praises, lips still on your jaw, keeping you close. "Knew you could do it.."

Im so bad at closing out my thoughts/fics/drabbles ohmygod.

[svtiddiess]

Minghao + promt 36. “kiss me again. I dare you.”

Femreader and hao have been low-key pinning on each other (the others are so annoyed and disgusted by their dumb fk slow asses)

Reader Kisses drunk Hao to shut him up cuz he's nagging Kwan for always yelling and hitting others despite being one of the youngest

Hao forgot to meditate that day

"Kiss Me Again. I Dare You"

Pairing: Minghao x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, drabble

Rating: sfw

Word count: 0.2k

Laughter and cheers echo through the woods as you and your friends huddle around the campfire, soaking in the night. Your weekend getaway has been nothing but fun—filled with jokes, teasing, and an excessive amount of alcohol.

You take a sip of your drink, frowning as Minghao starts nagging Seungkwan yet again. He’s been at it all night, and honestly, you’re starting to feel bad for the poor guy.

So, you do what any reasonable person would—walk up to Minghao, cup his face, and press your lips against his. The entire group falls silent.

"You're being too mean," you huff, cheeks slightly flushed.

Minghao blinks, scoffing as a faint blush creeps onto his cheeks. Leaning in, he whispers against your ear, his voice low and teasing. "Oh yeah? I could be even meaner."

"Then I guess I'll have to kiss you again," you smirk, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Kiss me again. I dare you," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.

Without hesitation, you lean in and kiss him again. Around you, the group groans.

"Ugh, get a room!" Mingyu complains.

Jeonghan grins, nudging Seungcheol. "Told you Y/N would make the first move. That's a hundred bucks you owe me."

Seungcheol sighs, reluctantly handing over the money. "Damn, I really thought Hao would be the one to do it first."

But you and Minghao don't hear a word of it—too caught up in each other to care.

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