#; DRABBLE

[ranbowkng]

Joy is not the absence of tragedy and tragedy is not the absence of joy. There can be joy in tragedy and tragedy can bring joy. The absence of joy can be just that, and the absence of tragedy can spark turmoil. Escaping a situation won't make everything better and it might cause a loss in joy, but it's good to know that at least you're safe.

[twofortea]

Tea and Treats Chapter 9: Grilled Cheese

Pairing: KakaSaku Rating: T

Snippet:

Sakura watched the cheese ooze as Kakashi pushed the spatula against the top layer of bread. A bit of cheese dripped from the side, falling onto the hot pan with a sizzle. He removed the sandwich from the pan with a tilt of his wrist, then scraped the edge of a chef’s knife along the top. Her skin buzzed with the sound. She felt feverish.

dedicated to m for all the incredible food pics

[sanguinesweets]

I breathed in his sweet, smokey scent, burying my nose in the worn, grey fabric of his uniform.

"There's no way I can smell very good after all that training I finished today," Tomas chuckled, wrapping his arms around my torso tightly.

I sniffed again, intoxicated by his presence, and buried my face deeper into his chest. "Nonsense. At least you're not covered in blood and sweat today. Besides, I don't mind your natural scent."

"Whatever you say." He stroked my hair slowly, and pressed his chin to the crown of my head. "How are you feeling?"

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him in tighter. "I could be better."

"Well, I'm here now." Calloused, thick fingers - littered with scars - crept along each individual vertebra of my spine, massaging the sore muscle layered on top. Those full, soft lips I had grown to love planted a gentle kiss to the top of my head, and Tomas leaned back to allow us to sink further into the couch.

I snuggled closer, my ear flat against his sternum, listening to every thump of his warm, beating heart. The day had done immense damage on me, damage that only the smoke ninja's presence could undo. Mental, physical, emotional. I knew that he could mend everything that ailed me with his cheerful and calming presence, something you wouldn't expect from a trained assassin.

His thumb stroked my hair, and he exhaled softly, his chest rising and falling beneath my face.

"Do you want to talk about it? No pressure, of course." His words vibrated against my cheek, and I lifted my head to wipe away a single tear.

"Maybe later. Right now, I just want you to hold me." I peered up into those greyish blue eyes, soaking in the comfort they brought to my soul.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

I need people to understand that omegas are NOT helpless 😭😭

The whole omegaverse thing is a biological exaggeration of male and female stereotypes/standards, so sure, omegas are expected to be soft and sweet but damn, do they fight dirty. Alphas are all brute strength and punches and kicks, but omegas are scrappy and clever. The usual high school fight between girls, turned up even more vicious: hair pulling, scratching nails, knowing all the spots that’ll hurt like hell. Oh—and biting.

Sure, an alpha will probably overpower an omega in a 1v1 boxing match. No duh. But omegas will latch onto you and gouge your eyes out, rip the cartilage of your ears. Grab your head by your hair and bash it into the ground over and over and over again. Especially since they’re fast, and quick, and there is most certainly force behind agility. Besides, you think an omega would leave their alpha behind in a fight? They’re not diving for safety; they’re tag-teaming by ripping flesh from bone.

They are not helpless.

And of course, that’s talking outright physical fights. I’d like to think omegas have protected themselves from alphas in other ways, as women in real life have for millennia—support systems, omega-only safe havens, and when necessary, a little poison something-something to get away from an abusive alpha.

[biotic-raptorian-angel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Moicy - Relationship Characters: Mercy | Angela Ziegler, Moira O'Deorain Summary:

Being lab partners complicates many things, clouds the mind and draws out the hidden part of ourselves that very few see.

[safeplacesnupin]

Boardgames (Drabble)

Remus was panting as he ran down the train tracks, worn trainers kicking up gravel. He squeezed through a hole in the fencing that only a child could fit through, sliding a bit down the steep slope on the other side of the fence. He managed to stop himself alright at the bottom before he could topple over into the dirty river. Taking just a second to be thankful for his good timing, he was off again, not stopping until he came to the underside of a bridge.

When he got there, Remus bent over, putting his hands on his knees as he focused on getting his breathing back under control.

“What took you so long?” A sharp, nasally voice startled Remus out of his position. He looked up, mouth splitting into a grin missing a few baby teeth as he spotted his two best friends in the whole world.

“Severus, Lily!” He greeted. “Sorry! Mum was hovering, but I managed to convince her I wasn’t feeling well and then snuck out when she put me to bed.”

Lily frowned a little, unsure if this was the wisest course of action, but Severus smirked at the sandy haired boy in front of him in an approving sort of way. It made Remus’ stomach flip in excitement.

“So what are we going to do today?” Lily asked.

“Well…” Remus shifted the bookbag so that one strap was hanging off his shoulder and the pouch was within easier reach. “I found something really cool! I know you’re not really a board games kinda guy, Severus, but maybe we could give this one a go?”

Severus let out a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest as Lily bounded on over to Remus. Remus crouched down, letting the bag rest on the ground. Lily followed suit, so Severus stepped over as well. He remained standing, looking down his nose at the other two kids. Remus looked up at him from behind his fringe. He knew Severus tried to act older than he was, but that was just one of the many things Remus liked about him. Lily sometimes complained, but not often.

“Come on… please?” Remus appealed to him. “Next time, we’ll do whatever you want. Just one game, *promise!*”

Severus bit his lower lip, and Remus was certain he’d won. Severus’ long fingers drummed against his upper arm before he sighed again and then crouched down with them as well. “Oh, alright. But we get to do what I want the next two times.” He relented.

Remus and Lily shared identical grins. “Great! We’ll have to learn how to play together. I’ve never heard of this game before, I just found it in the back garden.”

“Found it?” Severus frowned as Remus pulled out an ancient looking wooden box. Carved into the top was a jungle like scene and corner portraits of a monkey, rhino, elephant, and explorer. Right in the center with a carved arrow through the words was the name. Jumanji.

Prompt by Chalilodimun on the Snupin discord server! You should totally join us there!

[tale-told]

And Beyond

There are strange and wonderful sights beyond this darkness, but you have not the words to understand. I’d be speaking gibberish. One day you will see, I pray, and then, oh joy, we shall speak anon of those glories. Till then, dreams will come of it, for it is the place of your conception and your nature calls for it. Dream, then, and enjoy this moment now, this incompleteness. It too will take…

[xx-jasper-xx]

Drabble challenge day twenty four:

@thedrabblecollective

Bandage

🍟This is an ATHF drabble🥤

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A harsh burning sensation was felt on Shake's hand.

He did a dumb thing by attempting a knife trick, accidentally cutting his hand open in the process.

All they had in the house was hydrogen peroxide, which wasn't ideal at all, but it'll do.

Frylock, now finished cleaning the wound, wrapped a bandage around Shake's hand.

Hopefully this will get Shake to stop doing stupid actions, but he would need a spiritual awakening for that to happen.

Shake looked at the new bandage on his hand and immediately started messing with it.

He hated the feeling of it so much.

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[cinnamorollcrybaby]

hii i love ur work and was wondering if u can write where reader has a panic attack and sukuna is there to comfort them!! if not that’s okay 💜💜

Panicky

Tags: Sukuna x fem!Reader, tw panic attack, description of separation anxiety, soft!sukuna, fluff, comfort

An: you guys know how much i love writing soft!sukuna.

The sick sinking feeling arrives as an intrusive thought at first. When Sukuna has been gone, away handling “curse affairs” for too long, your brain will play tricks on you. What if he’s not coming back? What if he’s in trouble?

The realistic side of you knows that Sukuna has lived for thousands of years, and it’d take an army of the strongest sorcerers to take him down, but those thoughts still slither into your mind when he isn’t there to talk some sense into you.

He had been gone for too long. He said he wasn’t going far, so why has he been gone for four days? You paced the parlor back and forth, trying to come up with some reason that your king hasn’t returned.

His servants watch you in confusion, but not one of them dares to ask you what’s wrong. Humans were such strange creatures. They didn’t bother trying to deduce what had you in such a panic.

Your footsteps are growing heavy, and your heart is thudding so loudly in your chest that you can feel it in your throat. He’s dead. He’s gone. He’s not coming back.

The negative thoughts just won’t stop — swirling around in your head to where you feel woozy almost. Nothing makes sense. You can’t even form a rational thought before your body crashes against a piece of furniture.

Your eyes are bleary with tears as you take the opportunity to sit. Though, you’re still just as restless: tapping your foot against the floor, rubbing your shaky hands against your thighs while you try to rock yourself back and forth. He’s never coming back! Did you even tell him you loved him before he left? He’s dying somewhere, and you’re too pathetic to save him!

Your body is trembling, and your soft weeping alarms the curses that are now hiding from you because they have no idea what to do.

You’re so worked up, anxiety filling your ears to where you don’t even hear him teleport into the room.

Sukuna’s eyes rest upon your fragile figure, and his face contorts in a perplexed expression. “Leave us.” His gruff voice tells Uraume.

“What ails you?” He asks as he crouches down to see you at eye-level. His first thoughts are how he’s going to torture the pest who made you feel this way.

You look up as your breath is escaping you faster than you can try to gulp it down. Sukuna’s there. He’s alive, but your body is still set in fight or flight mode. You can’t recognize that there is no danger in front of you.

Sukuna doesn’t know what to do. You can’t even speak a word without heaving for breath. He can’t get to the bottom of your sorrow without you telling him. So, he wraps his strong arms around you, and he pulls you to his chest, smushing you against his muscles.

“Breathe, woman. There is plenty of time.” He adjusts his body, so he’s sitting on the couch, and you’re tucked into his chest on his lap.

The crushing feeling of Sukuna’s weighted arms actually works wonders. You try to ground yourself and listen to the rhythm of his beating heart.

“There you go.” His gravely voice is softer when he speaks to you. You’re as delicate as a flower in his hands. He has to make a conscious effort to be gentle with you. His calloused war-plagued palm carefully rubs your back in soothing circles. “Match your breath to mine.”

“I-I thought.. thought you weren’t coming… weren’t coning back.” You stumble your way through your words. The panic is still coming, but it’s in much more manageable - smaller waves.

“Who falsely informed you of such?” Sukuna asks, the need for retribution for your stress evident in his tone. Someone will have to pay for his flower’s distress.

“Well, no one in particular…” You mutter quietly. Now that the panic is subsiding, the embarrassment starts to kick in. “I just got worried..”

“Worried for my safety, huh?” Sukuna muses. It’s a laughable thought. One, he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Two, no one worries for his safety. He’s sure that even his court and his people would celebrate if he were to die. Yet, here you were in shambles from the thought.

“Such a peculiar human.” His arms tighten around you, embracing him in his oversized form. “There is no need to worry. I have no intentions of leaving you.”

“But what if there’s an army of sorcerers trying to kill you?” You ask a hypothetical like a child who’s trying to rationalize the world around them.

“Then, I will kill them and come home to you.” He speaks so matter-of-fact, like there’s not a doubt in his mind that he’d win.

“What if there’s too many of them?”

“I will still kill them and come home to you. Do you doubt your king?” He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you.

“No, never.” You assure him, burying your face into his shoulder.

���I will limit my duties to three days maximum, since my human cannot handle being away from me for so long.” He gives you an amusing smile, and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. It’s truly fascinating how a delicate flower like you fell in love with a monster like him.

[leet911]

Day24: Hair

They stumble inside the cabin, drenched from the rain but laughing nonetheless. Imogen stands by the door, trying not to drip everywhere.

And Laudna freezes, because Imogen is beautiful — of course — but she's never seen Imogen quite like this. Imogen is lilac hair that’s darker when wet, long strands framing her narrow face. A drop of water trails down her forehead to the tip of her nose, gathers there briefly before falling to the little valley atop her lip and pausing at the opening of her mouth. Imogen’s tongue pokes out to lick it away.

Laudna forgets to keep breathing.

[justmoreocs-writing]

‘Eliza.’

‘Nope, I’m not doing it,’ she said, refusing to meet her own eye in the mirror. The dress her mother had picked out for her was pretty, she had to admit, but it was like nothing she’d ever worn before. It didn’t matter that it was partly for the mission, she still didn’t want to be wearing it.

‘You can’t hide in here forever,’ she said, her voice oddly soft for once. ‘And I’ve got your normal clothes.’

Eliza mentally cursed, regretting the decision to pass the clothes through the curtain so they themselves didn’t get too crumpled.

‘Darling –’

With a breath, Eliza pulled the curtain back and raised her attention to meet her mother’s eye. But her attention was roving over the gown, over the general look of the outfit. In any other circumstance, Eliza might have assumed the look was critical, but there was something warm about it. Something that was quickly shuttered away for the moment their eyes finally met.

‘You look brilliant,’ she said softly. ‘Thanks, Mum,’ she whispered, breaking eye contact before the tears – that she had no idea where they were coming from – could burn their way up her throat.

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

‘It wasn’t that bad,’ Ruby said, leaning against the wall beside Matt’s bathroom. She could still hear Jonah chuckling from the living room, but she refused to acknowledge the minor hilarity of the situation while her best friend was having a moment. ‘Come on. You can’t hide in here forever.’

‘Just long enough that she forgets,’ he grumbled. ‘And then I’ll come out.’

‘She won’t forget.’

‘Not helpful, Jonah,’ Ruby scolded, glaring at him briefly before looking back to the door. ‘Seriously, Matt, it was probably more endearing than anything.’

Slowly, almost cautiously, the bathroom door opened. Matt peered out at her, looking slightly paler than normal. ‘I doubt it.’

She reached to ruffle his hair, and push the door open a little more. ‘Come on, tell me what really happened, exactly as it happened, over some tea.’

‘Bad idea,’ Jonah called, but Ruby made a concerted effort to ignore him, and instead kept her focus on Matt.

‘And then we’ll figure out what to text her.’

‘You what?’

But Ruby closed the door firmly behind them before Mathias could shut himself away in there again. She just hoped she’d be able to keep a straight face with the story given the highlights reel Jonah had greeted her with.

[richeeduvie]

I’ve been thinking but what if one the Salamanca babies was really into bombs?? Like they’re kinda morbid in a way and are just fasinated with the making of a bomb. Would papa Lalo approve?

I think he'd approve in the sense that it'd be a very useful fascination in the career of a cartel member. But when it comes to his little one being into things that blow up in his own home? Nah. No go. Big no go. Princesa's not thinking about the talent with bombs's usefulness. She's thinking about it being the sign of a terrorist? Lalo didn't think about it that way, that indulging the fascination, praising it would blow up in his face. heh, see what I did there.

But yeah, I wouldn't say Lalo approves because he doesn't to make Princesa worried about one of their kids turning into a terrorist and HE doesn't want his home blown into pieces...but it ain't the worst thing a kid could be into. As long as he isn't killing animals or wetting the bed like he did.

[gardenofedencomittee]

And perhaps, during those hours dusk through dawn, I only let you touch me when we were heart to heart. I only now realize I held you close, hooked my arms underneath you not out of a desire to be felt, but for the terror of being looked at.

[airas-story]

Are you ok?

“Are you okay?” Tony asked, tone quiet enough that Stephen could pretend not to hear if he didn’t want to respond.

Stephen appreciated the thought, words felt almost impossible right now past the exhaustion that wracked his soul, but he still forced himself to answer. “I will be.” He needed to say the words for himself as much as for Tony.

Tony didn’t answer immediately. Even without looking, Stephen knew Tony was processing, trying to figure out how to respond.

Tony shifted closer on the bed, draping his arm over Stephen’s waist. “Yeah,” he said, tone firm. “You will be.”

[verdantlady]

Lavender Girl

This is a very dramatic and yearning wlw excerpt from an ongoing project.

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In the days after she saw Lena, All Charlotte could think about was lavender.  The smell of it that drifted from blond locks.  The bruised color under tired gray eyes.  The ribbons on her dress.  It haunted her.  Everywhere she looked there it was.  There she was. A house with chipping paint and all she could think was Lena.  Watching the sunrise through the kitchen window, pinks and golds and Lena.  Lena was lavender.  Quiet, muted, cold to most.  But not to Charlotte. No. To Charlotte she was everything.

Charlotte’s Ma had told her once that pale lavender was the color of grief.  The color of death.  It was the color of bloodless lips and fingertips.  But it was also the color of Lena.  And that made it a color worth keeping.  A color worth the pain.  Even if it meant grief and loss and mourning.  It also meant peace, rest, and the inevitable end that accompanied all life.

Everything was a cycle.  And that was comforting, because for every end there was also a beginning. This was what Charlotte held onto as she watched Lena walk away.  Something had ended between them.  Something had broken.  Irreversibly and irrevocably.  But it was okay.  She just had to wait for another beginning.