#small drabble

[mintymarabell]

Imagine an elder who is blind, maybe it happened a little into the relationship.

Maybe now you spend your time describing different things to him, letting him trace your face with his newly filed down claws. Small tears pricking at his glossed over eyes as he realized he will never see your face again.

Maybe he’d have to adapt to the environment, you won’t be able to move anything or else he would trip over it. He’d even become frustrated when he’d knock over or into things. Only calming down when you are near.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Sorry, but I just had a thought and I’m exhausted and don’t know if I’m going to write anymore tonight.

Just Steve holding a slight grudge against Nancy after she pretty much calls his love bullshit in the bathroom. He feels lead on, he’s slightly bitter but he knows how to be discreetly passive if he needs to be. But thing is he doesn’t have the energy in him to be passive. If this had been before the monsters, and someone who he thought was the love of his life did what Nancy did and proceeded to end up dating the guy who she said not to worry about within days after getting into a fight, he would have probably done something stupid. Probably would have ruined her locker with mean words or something like that.

He wasn’t sure what he would do, he was exhausted and couldn’t think of what used to come easy to him. Or maybe he’s grown to realize how immature that was, how it didn’t even seem all that fun to do to someone. Just thinking back to spray painting slut on the theater makes his gut twist uncomfortably. Once, he used to be the one to climb up there and spray something even worst. Now the thought made him want to throw up.

And maybe the grudge he is holding against Nancy isn’t really a grudge. Maybe he has matured to realized that the grudge he held was within himself for how fast he had fallen. For how stupid he was for thinking the girl would ever end up with him. He should have seen the signs. How she defended Jonathan even after he took non consensual photos of him and her about to have sex. Which he still felt disgusted by, his skin still crawled uncomfortably around the little creep whenever he was close by.

Though when the time comes, he realizes he was holding a grudge against Nancy. When he falls harder for someone new he realizes within minutes that something was different about this one. Instead of smacking him in the shoulder and scolding him for staring to long, Eddie would pull his hair in front of his face with bright eyes. Would do something dramatic to snap Steve out of the trance he was in. Like lick his face instead of kissing him.

That was the other thing Steve discovered. In the moments where it was just the two of them, it seemed like every other minute time would stop and Eddie would be in the same bubble as him. Lost in the same spell that Steve had tumbled into, needing to kiss the other just as much as they needed oxygen to breathe.

Nancy rarely had those moments with Steve, and they had stopped right around the time she started hanging out with Jonathan.

And Steve does hold a grudge, for how she stayed with him longer than what she had to.

Eddie made him feel in love and loved. Whenever Steve watched the other man he could barely keep his hands to himself and the best part was Eddie didn’t care. Steve could bite off Eddie’s remaining nipple and the man would still let Steve do whatever he wanted to him. Nancy never trusted Steve and never earned Steve’s trust the way Eddie did within one week of knowing each other.

Eddie was the moon and Nancy had been the sun for Steve. The sun burnt his skin and left him blistered while the moon wrapped his arms around him and rocked him to sleep every night. While Steve worried about when the sun would explode, he never had to worry about the moon disappearing for to long. It always came back, no matter what happened. Even if Steve had been an asshole.

God was Steve in love. This was it for him. And maybe at one point he had loved Nancy just as much as he did Eddie.

But now, as each day passes he only finds himself falling more in love with Eddie Munson.

He slowly comes to the conclusion that his love was and will never be bullshit.

And when he finally sits down to talk to Nancy about it, he finally gets it off his chest. What had been bugging him for almost years before falling for Eddie.

“Nancy, we were bullshit. But my love, it was all real. Maybe not as strong as it is for Ed’s but I know that if … everything wasn’t such bullshit I could have gotten there.” Steve says softly to Nancy. Shortly after she confessed she still had feelings for him. He seen this conversation coming from a mile away, especially with how many one sided sparks happened between the two of them while running for their life’s on spring break.

And as he stands up, leaving her in her own shock. Letting her process that he was with Eddie, a man. He can’t help but feel proud of himself.

He didn’t intentionally hold this grudge, but he felt as if he got back at her the healthiest way he could. By maturing and moving on. And looking down at Nancy, he could tell that she needed time to do the same. Not to be with another man or date in general, but to just grow as a person. But that was no longer his problem. His problem was currently running up the steps of the trailer with what seemed to be a moving snake.

“Hey Stevie! Look what I found.”

Steve was in love, and it wasn’t bullshit.

[nonymous-nb]

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"Everything."

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i lied, here's another drabble as i try to finish 3 requests with dying creativity<3

You and Medkit sat under a tree that you had found 3 weeks ago, the tree was a pretty mix of green and brown as some of the leaves fall down onto the grass that you both are sitting on. The demon beside you adjusted his glasses and fiddled a bit as the awkward silence grew louder before he finally spoke with a bit of hesitance. "I could have made the effort to support you, the way you always supported me.." Medkit quietly said and that is when you figured out what this talk was about as Medkit continued. "..Who knows what life would have been like."

You couldn't help but chuckle a bit before shaking your head, "No, we made are choices..." You cut yourself off as you spotted a pretty teal like flower beside you, picking it up from the grass before looking back at Medkit. "We could have made better ones, but.." You gently turned his face towards you before putting the flower on the side of his head, Medkit couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at the gesture and forced himself to keep eye contact with you. "I don't have any regrets." You smiled at the other, that was when Medkit couldn't help but look away, feeling more flustered, but the feeling of your hands taking his own made him look back at you.

"You were a wonderful experience."

Medkit couldn't help but let out a soft smile, before his smile faltered as he felt his eye burn as tears run down from his now singular eye.

"You were.. everything."

Medkit couldn't help the tears that fell down his eye as he look at the grave that was in front of him, your picture with him and the others leaving a bitter memory inside his head.

He finally place the bouquet of teal like flowers onto your grave and bid you farewell as he felt a certain dealer's presence somewhere near him.

{ I love Medkit }

[skipper19]

Imagine this...

Geto Suguru knew of the prison joke: "Don't drop the soap." Everyone knows it. It's a funny little bit that goes around social media. He would have never expected to have to worry about this. And especially not with his own girlfriend.

Suguru can't stop the gasp that leaves his mouth when a small hand slaps the fat on his ass. He ignores the water that temporarily blinds him as he stands straight up. He shakes his head like a dog, his wet hair slapping him in the face as he turns around. His shocked, wide, judgemental eyes lock onto you. The giggle you try to hide behind your hand aids Sugurus judgment.

His hand reaches back to rub his sore ass, and he can only imagine the red handprint that encased his left cheek. Suguru was left speechless, and you couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of your chest. "I'm sorry, I'm actually sorry, it was just so tempting." You say between giggles, obviously not truly guilty.

Suguru wasn't mad, but he felt betrayed. It was completely fine for him to slap your butt. He's your boyfriend! But for you to reciprocate his signature move is..dirty. Suguru truly can't help the blush from creeping up his cheeks and settling onto the tips of his ears.

"I.. feel violated." He mumbled, blinking out of his initial shock. "I just -" He shook his head. "I'm sorry, honey -" You reached out to cup his elbow, but he stepped back, the water running down his neck to his bare behind. "No, no, enough touching for you, ma'am." He said, glaring at your hand. The laugh that erupted from your throat was genuine and pure. "Sugu, you're being dramatic!" But he wasn't listening.

"Can't believe my own girl would do this to me." He mumbled more to himself than you. He rubbed the palm of his hand over his tingling cheek. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." The tone of your voice wasn't sincere, and the giddy smile on your face gave you away. This definitely wouldn't be the last time.

"You're right, no more for you. No more showering together. And I will never bend over around you -" He sounded oh so serious, but you knew your boyfriend. You knew that look in his eyes. But you decided to plead for mercy, despite knowing damn well he couldn't resist you.

"Noo, Sugu, please." You whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. Suguru ignored the urge to laugh and instead allowed his lips to upturn slightly. He raises his arms in a surrendering position, not letting you have the satisfaction of a proper hug. "Nope, all of your touching privileges are gone. Un-hand me, you scoundrel." He said, turning his chin up as if you were a peasant he looked down upon.

A huff, along with a pout, adorned your face as you rolled your eyes. "Nu-Uh. You're just dramatic. I will never let go, Jack." You mumbled, pressing your cheek against his chest, right above his heart. "I won't slap your butt anymore.." You said, looking up at him through your lashes. He paused, silently looking down at your smaller figure.

"..fine," He wrapped his arms around the middle of your back. "I'll forgive you this time, and not because of your puppy dog eyes, but because I feel bad for you." His voice was muffled as he pressed his lips into the top of your head. A smile graced your lips as you cheesed. "Thank you, Sugu~" You sang out. The moment was peaceful as you both stood there, pressed together under the shower head. Your bodies warm and molded perfectly to one another.

"..hEy! No squeezing my butt either, you pervert!-"

"Noooo, I'm sorry, come back!"

[reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeko]

Mon choupinou!

Im like, obsessed with the idea that Rook would call his lover names in French. Like the idea of it is so adorable it makes me go feral😭

but like- imagine him with someone who speaks a different language, calling him by their own cultures terms of endearment.

”Mi cielito, can you hand me that please?” *Eyes wide and on the verge of tears.* “Oh Ma belle! My heart flutters to hear you call me such a thing!” “…Rook hand me the damn paper-“

[serenesxturn]

❛❛ why are you so obsessed with me?❜❜ | fanum.

𝘤𝘸 ☆ 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵?

𝘢/𝘯 ☆ 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘯. 𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘮 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦'𝘴 🫶🏾

— ୨୧₊˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.

divider credit @bernardsbendystraws

fanum loves your body. he examines all your curves and how beautiful you are.

fanum hugs behind you and his hands begin to massage and caress your, chest , stomach and lastly your thighs.

oh,how he thirsted over your thighs. the way they would jiggle and wobble slightly when you sat or lay down.

fanum loved whenever you wore tight clothes like sundresses.... speaking of sundresses–

"just relax, my heart..." fanum whispered in your ear. "don't make too much noise."

fanum currently has his hand underneath your dress and his fingers twisting around in your wet cunt.

you whimper and squeaked as your leg's trembled as cum leaked down your legs, internally hoping that he would stop.

" ah~! fann–ummm " you whimpered while digging your nails into his thick back.

"relax mama, i got this..."

ִֶָ𓂃　࣪˖　ִֶָｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ　ｂｙ　ｗｉｌｌｏｗ．　་༘࿐

[featherlight-touches]

A hc I'd like to share is that right Aether/Lumine knows Xiao's back is ticklish because their back is ticklish too! Like you cannot tell me they targeted that spot without some experience bro. They both have wings like xiao too 👏👏 I wish I'd see this other than the fact Aether's weak spot is his stomach while Lumine's is probably the thigh area 😭😭

aw, such a cute hc, I love that idea. Thank you for sharing - I had to write down a small drabble with Xiao and Lumine with this idea in mind. hehe, yoink.

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Xiao discovered it on accident.

Lumine and himself were sat under the stars on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, both enjoying the comfortable silence that they shared while Lumine nestled with her back against Xiao’s chest.

It was pleasant, something rare for Xiao to experience. Lumine was like a comforting light, radiating a certain warmth that kept Xiao’s mind and body at ease. He couldn’t explain it.

But he liked it.

It was no secret to anyone how close the two had gotten, he cared deeply for the blonde traveller and with that thought in mind, Xiao found himself nuzzling against the bare skin of Lumine’s shoulder.  

“Are you okay?” her gentle voice asked him.

“Yes.”

He rested his head there, allowing himself the moment to appreciate her being. Her skin was so soft, a reflection on her personality but a certain roughness caught his attention. He leaned back and observed the small scar upon her back that ruined her perfect skin. A sign of struggle in battle, but the fact that she was still here proves that she was victorious.

He wished he could have been there. Xiao’s frown stemmed from the knowledge that she did not call his name to assist her in this battle. She was a capable warrior, he knew that, as did many in Teyvat, but still…

He brought his thumb up and stroked along the scar, as if to soothe it but it caused Lumine to flinch. Xiao paused, reconsidering his movement before deciding to glide his thumb more gently, in case the skin was still tender.

“Xiao?”

“I’m sorry, does this bring you discomfort?”

“No, it’s okay.” Lumine let out a small giggle as he continued. “It just tickles a little.”

Tickles?

Xiao paused.

She was also ticklish on her back just like he was.

Interesting.

His silence seemed to have caused Lumine concern as her head turned to look over her shoulder towards him.

“Xiao? … Is something- Ah!” she gasped with a squeak, feeling his fingers start to wiggle along the bare skin of her exposed shoulders and back. She covered her mouth with her hand, conscious of the time, and started to giggle uncontrollably into it.

Such a sweet sound, Xiao thought.

He let his fingers continue to playfully tickle along her skin, around the areas where he knew tickled on him, relishing in the sound of the traveller’s happy laughter.

[meiplays]

“Velvet & Whiskey”

Pairing: Reader x Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Rating: SFW (suggestive, steamy tension, but clean)

Mood: Soft dominance, intense eye contact, beard obsession, lap-sitting tension

A/N: currently thinking of sitting on his lap.

You weren’t supposed to be in his dressing room.

But there he was—Jeffrey Dean Morgan in a black-on-black tux, his boots shined to perfection, glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose while he read over his lines with a casual dominance that made your knees weak.

You leaned against the doorframe, silent, watching him. The golden glow of vanity bulbs behind him lit the room like something out of a noir fantasy. His beard was immaculately scruffed, just enough salt in the pepper to make you ache.

He looked up.

“You gonna stand there like a kitten in heat, or are you gonna come here and say hi?”

Your stomach flipped. “You’re not very subtle.”

“Didn’t think I needed to be.”

You moved toward him like you were being pulled in by gravity. He set the script down on the side table, never breaking eye contact. His legs parted slightly as he leaned back into the leather chair.

“Well?” he murmured, voice low and smoky. “You look like you wanna sit.”

You didn’t even hesitate.

Sliding into his lap felt like slipping into a fever dream. One of his arms came around your waist—strong, firm, steady. The other adjusted his glasses as if you weren’t currently straddling him in a black velvet chair that smelled like expensive cologne and old whiskey.

“God, that beard,” you breathed, fingers ghosting over his jaw. “Do you know what that thing does to people?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Enlighten me.”

You kissed his cheek. His beard was coarse and warm and smelled like cedar and leather and something distinctly him. One kiss turned into two. Then three. Then the corner of his jaw. Then lower. You chased the heat down his neck while his hand on your back splayed wide, anchoring you to him like he wasn’t ready to let go any time soon.

“You kiss like you mean it,” he whispered, lips brushing your temple. “Makes a man wonder what else you do with that mouth.”

You smiled against his skin. “You’ll have to keep wondering, cowboy. This is a PG room.”

He chuckled, low and dangerous. “Pity.”

You stayed there for a while, curled into him, heart racing, listening to the steady beat of his under your cheek.

You hadn’t even kissed him on the lips.

And somehow, that made it all the more unbearable.

[mochimichael]

Will would absolutely be down to be tied up, his hands tied to the headboard, his body completely exposed for you. His whines fill the room, his body slick with sweat as you fuck him with your tongue. His cock lay untouched on his stomach, leaking pre like all hell as it twitches at every movement against his sensitive skin. Your hands say holding his hairy thighs open as they tense, begging to wrap around your head.

[entry41]

"Stu," Billy's strained voice calls out as his partner in crime, Stu Macher, crawled closer to him. Their breaths were both shaky, bodies weak as Stu grabbed onto Billy.

"Billy," Stu grabbed Billy's face, holding his cheeks gently in his blood covered, calloused hands, "Billy, I love you." He said quietly, a stray tear falling down his cheek. He stared into Billy's eyes, nearly getting lost in them.

The two laid there in an embrace, quiet 'I love you's leaving one another's mouth, Stu planting a gentle kiss on Billy's lips, his body becoming increasingly weaker.

They were dying, there was no other explanation. This was the end, they would die knowing they couldn't of ever loved one another.

Billy grasps Stu's hands in his, placing Stu's hands over his own heart, letting him feel the beating slowly stop. "I love you, too, Stu." Billy replied with his last breath, falling limp.

[samlacy]

False pleasure (I will be good for you)

A small drabble where Hobie is a big meanie and tells You that you suck at blowjobs.

contains: roleplay(?), toxic!hobie (only an act), sensetive reader, blowjob, aftercare, words of affirmation

not proof read btw

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The room filled with the wet and messy sounds. Your mouth producing more saliva than you ever did, the drool dripping down on the sheets.

Currently Hobie was laying in his bed, completely unbothered as he was scrolling through his phone. When you looked slightly down, there were you, sucking him off.

You did this before, but still quite couldn’t get a hand of it. You followed all the steps. Lick, suck, move teeth out of the way and bop your head.

The feeling of doing a good job suddenly left your body as you looked up only to see an annoyed Hobie throw his phone onto the sheets and sigh as he tilted his head back.

Was he feeling good or rather bad?

Bad.

For sure bad.

Might ask how you know that?

Well, let’s focus on his body language.

Usually when Hobie felt really good, he would groan and whisper small ‘fuck’s or ‘oh my god’s.

Or he would grab onto your hair and tell you how good you are doing. How much he loves you and how he likes you being his.

Only his.

No one else’s.

But in this particular moment he seemed to be displeased. His head tilted back only because of how annoyed and bored he was. Not any other reason.

Hands relaxed and not gripping the sheets, nor gripping your hair. The only things that came out of his mouth in this intense moment were huffs, sighs.

Finally, he decided to make eye contact with you.

Usually you would get excited since he also likes it when you start the eye contact, but this time he rather looked

annoyed?

irritated?

His loose hands came up to your hair, pulling you off his cock as it smacked wet on his stomach and you were forced on your fours.

“Can you do anything right, doll?” Hobie says it in a gentle, soothing voice. But that is only because he sounds like that. That had a deeper meaning to it and it hit you right in the heart.

He didn’t even say anything harsh, but you felt like a burden of not pleasing him.

He sighs once again as he forces your head down, grip still in your hair. Your cheeks hit his cock as your own drool smeared all over your cheek.

“Let me use your mouth and make it actually pleasure-able, instead of watching you act like a high-school virgin”, the same gentle, soothing voice sent a rush of comfort, but disappointment in you.

You just let him slowly make you bop on the head of his cock, as he pushed you downwards while thrusting his hips up with no warning.

His pubic hair brushed your nose as you struggled with breathing slightly, feeling lightheaded already by this. You tried to take control and move your head up a little.

But, oh, how Hobie didn’t like that as he thrusted his hips up and kept you still there as his hips kept on moving. He slammed into your mouth like a hole.

His breathing got faster and his groans were getting higher in pitch. He is so close and you just had to be patient. A few seconds of a little lost of air was something you could handle, for sure.

Only for Hobie.

There, he came down your throat, finally letting you go as you sprang your head off and started coughing.

You swallowed it all and looked at him, curious of what he is up to now.

He had a small smile on his lips, head tilted back and eyes closed. His cock was still in the free, only to get tucked by his hands into his joggers.

Hobie looked at you now, the same smile. With a different meaning.

“Come here, love. Let me love you”, you never dived into someone’s arms this fast as you crawled to him and laid on him. He held your lower back and brushed your hair back as he moved from your hair to your cheek to caress it. His big lengthy hands cupped your face and made you look at him.

“I wanna remind you once more, that all was an act. Please, do not let my words affect you, love” He whispers with the sweetest smile you could have swore that it was the best one you ever saw, “Can I kiss you?”

You mouth a ‘yes’ towards him as approval, smacking your lips with his. The kiss lasted long enough for you to feel the warmth of his whole body on your own lips running down to your whole body.

You really did love him a lot, as much as he loved you.

[mintymarabell]

Do you ever think if your pregnant with a elders child? Like they’re important to the community or something. So every yautja in that clan literally bend backwards for you? Even the females who respect you and are always willing to gossip or help braid your hair?

[vinestaffery]

oh em gee the request box is open!! may I order a tall and strong fem!reader with any phighter during a match? (hell, you can do all or do a love triangle to stir some drama!) ty for ur time :D

—also idk, something with strong and buff fem!readers are something cool and amazing! 😭🙏

HELLO HELLO!!! AND YES, OF COURSE??? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE TALL, BUFF, AND STRONG READERS. THEY ARE SO COOL!!!! i will say it was a bit difficult for me to figure out how to implement. so i tried my best!!! otherwise, i hope this is good enough : [ I am so sorry for the wait!! I’ve been actually quite busy unexpectedly so my schedule was draining me horribly. Once again, the gear reader I tried to make was very brief, so it's completely up to interpretation! If there's any mistake, please do tell me!! I am also trying out a new layout of how I start stuff, so enjoy! Characters: Boombox, Skateboard, GN! Reader Prompt: Love Triangle, Fluff + angst, headcanons + small drabble oneshot! Requested! 

When you first joined the matches and tournaments, your gear was without a doubt one of the most interesting

While everyone had somewhat of a weapon of some sort, you used your complete strength and agility to defend yourself and teammates

Being able to block, punch and deal tons of damage to opponents

Tons of people loved you! You were practically an all-star!

That’s when Boombox and Skateboard were opposed to you on the other team

Boy, were they over heels for you!

Boombox would always find himself getting flustered each time you threw a sense of encouragement, even though you had beaten his ass THOUSANDS of times!!

Skateboard loved riling you up and making your ego grow, ending up with him accidentally getting his mind-games completely demolished!! 

You’d practically trample over them and help win points for upcoming festivals!!!!

Not to forget, you're one of the tallest phighters, making Ban Hammer more nervous sometimes.

When the Dove vs Crow festival came by, they finally realised their complete love for you. 

And boy, did it turn into utter chaos.

Boombox started rejecting his own teammates support 

Skateboard started to laze around and discourage one another!! 

It was total chaos, and out of character for them! But they’d always somewhat change whenever you came by to support and fight one of them

But, that got even worse when Boombox and Skateboard collided with another and ended up in a brawl.

It shocked you, really! And you were in disarray when it happened.

Sadly, such a brawl caused them to get a penalty. Big time. 

Medkit, thankfully as a close friend to you, helped them out and headed to the hospital. They suffered major damage to one another.

You felt like you had done something horribly wrong, and who wouldn’t? Your two pals fighting over something you had no clue what of? 

Call that worse than Noob Nardashins!

You started to avoid matches, refusing to support the team and staying on the sidelines until the other two recover so you could formally apologise

Vine Staff and Slingshot were concerned for the best, you seemed to be different after the major incident

Luckily, Skateboard and Boombox recovered quick, and heard about the news from Slingshot (who was quite disappointed in their little brawl)

Devastated to say the least they were!! 

So, they ended up putting their differences aside just to prove to you that it wasn’t their fault; maybe a few confessions on the way.

The rain seemed to be more gentle than the other days it started hitting. You had no clue on what to do anymore, your passion ran dry after that fight. Holding the train-bar tight, looking out the window where clouds seemed to endlessly create nothing more but chaos. Windforce must be disappointed or something.

“Ma’am!” A tug at your leg, you looked down. A small little demon-child, holding an autograph of what seems to be you.

“Oh, hello!” In their perspective, you were enormous. So tall, and much more different than any other phighter or civilian. “Could you sign my autograph! I miss when you used to phight, you are so cool! I want to be like you one day!”

The steady speed of your heart pulsed. A heart, so metronome, keeping a sensible rhythm, collapsed at the thought of someone wanting to be just like you. You trembled, but kept a smile. “Why, of course!” and you bent down on one knee. 

The small child held out their photograph, taking out what seemed to be the cutest gel-pen possible. It was bedazzled with keychains of different phighters — Medkit, Subspace, Vine Staff, Katana, Boombox, and Skateboard — that caught your attention. Heart soon skipped a beat at the sight of two familiar phighters.

Taking the gel-pen, you wrote your name in thick writing, right where it would be suitable for the child. You looked back up at the child, handing both the pen and the autographed paper. “I saw what happened in that one phighting match, I’m sure it’s not your fault! Maybe they just fought because they like you!” 

No, that’s not right. It’s not because they like me – it’s because I am the problem. Your eyes seemed to be pale and your skin full of goosebumps at such words. Words that seemed to taunt you soon enough to the brink of extinction. If I just never seemed to enter those phights, none of them would’ve gotten hurt. None of them would’ve gotten hurt.

None of them would’ve gotten hur—

The sound of the train stopping, halting as the doors slid open. The child vanished as she yelled goodbye in the cloud of civilians. They all pushed through and tried to get onto the train as fast as possible, while the ones hopping off did the same.

— * * *

You waited at the hospital seating area. Visitation hours were becoming slim, but thanks to Medkit, you’ve been granted more than the usual civilian. He sat at the front-receptionist, seemingly boring himself in constant work and typing. You could hear his quick work-skills not too far, colliding with the clock’s agonising voice.

“You can visit them now.” Medkit piped up. It had to take him a few tries to finally catch your attention, zoning out was not something fun for you.

“Hey, you can visit,” Medkit yelled with a more guided, threatening tone. That caught your attention. Waking from your small dissociation, you got up and trudged off through the door. To the shared room of your two “friends,” that you hated to call them that.

You had feelings for them, of course. They were just so your type, stupid but clever. They were risk-takers, just like you, but you overall enjoyed their thick humour and how they correlated with you quite well; rejection was bound with this. 

Knocking at the door of the room, you opened the sliding door. There, Skateboard and Boombox sat. 

“Oh- Did I interrupt something?” You bent down slightly to walk into the room. The two phighters turned to face you. Skateboard relaxed at the sight of your face, while Boombox just let out a thankful sigh.

“I thought you’d never visit!” Skateboard rushed off of his chair, running over to hug you. You couldn’t help but smile, this is what you missed. Spending endless time with the two, you couldn’t help it. “I was! You guys were just in serious deep sleep.”

“Ha ha, yeah right,” Boombox piped up, elbowing you as he sighed. “Gosh, you're getting taller. You need to stop growing!” Shaking his head, letting out a laugh, he looked out the window and back. “I never thought you guys missed me this much.”

“Miss you that much? Oh boy, we missed you more than you missed us!” 

“Yeah, what the skater said!” 

You smiled, humming as you looked at them both. The comfort that came from them both, came from fortitude. It felt like protected walls that returned the healing hearts; to welcome them to the fort and that they spared any harm. It made you feel happier.

“But,” The two phighters moved back, leaving the last hug.

You raised a brow, eyeing at the two as they sat down. You plucked out a chair from the side, sitting down on it yourself as you stared. “We owe you an apology,” Skateboard nodded. Boombox seemed to look away in slight embarrassment, but shook his head. He had to prove this to you.

“What happened in that match was completely me and Skateboard’s fault. We didn't mean to be that mean towards each other, it’s just…” Skateboard looked at Boombox, who struggled to continue his apology. It was like something had been caught in his throat.

“It’s just…?” You eyed them, concerned. Maybe this was the end of your two’s shared friendship? It was your fault all along.

“What happened that day, it wasn’t your fault. Me and Skateboard have had this… little–""BIG crush on you, and we started to hate one another because of it and we are so sorry for what we had caused! You can hate us all you want, but please, it was entirely our fault and our recklessness taking over!” 

Boombox’s face turned light green as Skateboard waited patiently for your response. You were shocked.

“Please don’t hate us.” 

“Hate you?” 

Silence. You bursted out laughing soon after. “Hate you? No! Absolutely not! I have a crush on you guys too!” 

They stared in shock. You? Loving them both? Wow. 

“...” “... FUUUCK YEAAHH!!!”

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"Cruelty."

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Just a small drabble due to boredom.. :)

You were his first, and so was he to you.

Medkit and you have been dating for about 2 years.. you both were happy together, people had told the both of you the you guys were like a one true pair. You both were perfect, until the day where you lost feelings for him. You didn't mean to, you swore, it was just how life wanted it.

You both talked it over and tried to do some different things, Medkit knew he needed to let you go though he still tried as he loves you dearly and suggested trying and maybe hangout.. maybe it'll change? Then the time came, where Medkit had to hold himself back from breaking as you utter the word.

"I'm sorry.."

You felt bad, you wanted to comfort him and tell him it was fine, but you knew it's better than trying to continue this one-sided relationship. You were about to leave until Medkit took your hand.

"one.. one last hug..?"

His voice.. it was broken.

"One last hug.."

You then held him in a tight hug, you felt his figure shaking slightly, as he hugs you tighter. He wanted to fight for the both of you, he wants you, he wants you so bad.

why was life so cruel to him?

Now there he was, watching you with someone else, hand in hand. His hand twitched as he wished that you didn't lose feelings, now he's just there in the corner.

He stood there; watching as you gave his enemy a kiss on their forehead, the scientist letting out some giddy nonsense sounds.

"..."

"Why is life so cruel to me?"

*runs away 🏃*

[serxinns]

Heyy. Could you please write a platonic father Aizawa x daughter reader in which they are having a father- daughter afternoon in the mall and sudenly 10 mask villains start a shooting. And maybe she gets hurt.

Thankss, btw i really enjoy your writing 🤍🩷

You and your dad were having a daddy-daughter date at the mall you always go to as a kid your father adored this day it was on the day he kidnapped adopted you here he remembered you looking so sweet bundled up in the (inset color) swaddle laughing happily at him and he promise to this day that he'll be the best father ever

Now back to the date, your father insisted that the two of you should wear matching clothing for this special occasion you denied it at 1st but he kept asking monotone and saying how it would be adorable for a dad and daughter to match clothes and you eventually gave up and agreed now you're wearing a cheesy matching shirt with your dad that he secretly adores so much your father was dragging you to stores buying everything you want and desire while taking you to places you used to love as a child which was embarrassing

While you told your father you needed to go for a bathroom break not even a few minutes later you heard an explosion, screaming, and yelling you tried to run out but your dad called out to you to not come out curious you peeked into the bathroom and to your horror and amazed a bunch of villains most with guns and most are using their quirks were surrounded dangerously at your dad while his scarves started hover around his neck and his eyes turn red

And the battle begins your dad vs a bunch of villains your dad was wrapping up, punching, and kicking villains left and right making sure they stayed down while you watched in amazed and worry for your dad when you saw your dad got kicked in the face and tackled you immediately sprinted out there despise his warning and used your quirk on him to restrain his and threw him off your dad "I told you not to come out y/n it is not safe!" But you ignored him and started jumping and beating villians ass

Your dad pissed went after you want to punch and kick villains to try and grab for you the chase was on and he was about to get you until a strong arm was wrapped around your neck shoving you against his chest "Take one wrong move and your little princess is gone" the man held the knife up your throat with a toothy grin hurling out a breathless chuckle that was until you smacked the knife away from him and bit his arm hard until you broke skin "ARGH!! YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH" he threw you harshly against the floor pointing the gun at Aizawa and a sharp knife at your chin

"This is what bratty little bitches get from being a PEST" he raised his knife about to slash at you, you glared at him preparing for what was he about to do until a scarf was wrapped around his neck he started gagging and choking harshly coughing until he eventually hit the floor your father ran up to you and you tightly tears were In his eyes

The next thing you know you were at the hospital, the nurse wrapping up your arm and your dad sternly lecturing you about how immature and dangerous that stun was he punished you by isolating you in the house for a week which you hated and got mad at him for but he didn't care you needed a lesson what would happen if you got yourself hurt after that stun you did you should've let dear old daddy handle that PEST trying to hurt you

(The next day at school he also banned class 1a from seeing you as well which they all groaned)

[lalagloomy]

…and then she woke up

i’m gonna ramble abt this recent drawing / a quick drabble to set the sceneee idk just to look back on so I don’t forget or I can edit it later

firstly, I love drawing trees like it’s actually so fun ^_^ and I like the colors and I think my only critique is I think I could’ve done better with isadoras placement/pose or maybe a different line width idek it just feels weird but i’m not upset abt it

Following Isadora moving to college in hopes that a change of scenery and environment could help her get away from what’s haunting her, if perhaps dedicating herself to her studies and getting out in the world can help, she finds that it does. sort of, with a lot of mistakes, hardships etc along the way…

a lot can happen in 2 years when she’s on her own and cut off from everyone back home. school, work, internships, more work and strangers. Also, many voices, random sounds, windows slamming open and shut. dreams where she’s back home, where she’s somewhere new, and dying.

There’s only so much that avoidance can do that it all comes back tenfold and she’s determined to do something about it. In a spiral of insomnia she follows the sound one night in the middle of a snowstorm, convinced it’s all a dream like the many others. Without much thought she never noticed where she was headed or how far she must’ve gone on her own away from her apartment.

lost in a daze she wandered into a snowy forest. crunching on the snow, stumbling over roots and with no attempt of tearing herself away from the calling branches, instead just letting them scratch at her. she found herself staring at the sky as she fell back against a large tree. one similar to the trees she loved sitting under back in highschool. She finally felt like going to sleep, and like a blanket the snow put her to rest.

2 more years passed. As her eyes fluttered open as the snow gently kissed her face, she was calmly staring up. the sky, dark and clouded by cold fog didn’t scare her for the first few seconds, and the stars and moon seemed like a sweet welcome. Only then after a heavy breathing she felt the cold air enter her lungs, and leave. Where was she? This wasn’t her apartment and this wasn’t a dream.

Her eyes slowly searched around and when her head turned to the sound of wind that gusted past her as she sat up, she felt the panic shoot into her blood stream. Her hair laced in snow resembled her frost coated skin and dress soon were shaken off as she attempted to stand up from her frozen state. Terrified, all she could do was run as fast and far as she could. The forest appearing like some infinite labyrinth to run from within the fog that made everything seem farther away from her.

The adrenaline and fear worked as a sedative for the ache in her lungs and feet as she continued to run for what felt like eternity only to be cut short as she tripped over a root. she stared at the back of her hand now bitten from the cold, she felt her hair working as a blanket to her body and her once clean nightgown that now was stained with dirt and hardening frost.

her eyes moved forward and saw a distant flickering of a lamppost, she was close to something now, she just had to keep running. She climbed back up with the support of the tree and stared at its frosty coat shimmering from the moonlight. If this were under different circumstances maybe she would’ve stopped and stared in awe at the entire forest, admired the details that nature provided. she would’ve waked peacefully and in shoes preferably, a coat too. Not now though, she ran with pain in her joints until she reached an empty trail, a familiar one that she would slowly walk the path.

quietly she walked, now the adrenaline gone and in a tired state she didn’t care about the cold, she didn’t care to look down if she was even bleeding. she was going to make it back to her apartment and sort out this nightmare. she would wake up in her bed and all this was actually just a dream, like the many that she had to fall back asleep to in order to wake back up.

Except, strangely, her apartment door within the complex was vandalized in what she had no time to decipher and now had been overgrown with vines and weeds. She turned the knob hoping that this lucid dream would work in her favor and to her sleepless delight, it did. she froze at the sight, the room remained with only the second hand furniture she picked up off garage sales or donations. The bed and its frame rotted away and the closet and cupboards left wide open or half way shut with a lingering disappointment. It was clearly abandoned. she was dreaming, she had to have been. she knew she went to sleep in her room, and she was going to wake up any minute now, this wasn’t real.

the morning stars rays peeked through the window shades and she would not wake up when it shined directly into her iris.

As she wandered away droplets followed and a puddle formed at her feet of melting snow as she stayed in place glaring at her reflection in the old bathroom mirror. The shattered caricature of herself stared right back with much longer hair, dark shadows under her eyes, she was desaturated and dirty from the nights journey. How long had it been and what was she supposed to do. she shouldn’t even be alive if she was truly in the woods for whatever time she spent there.