Random Drabbles/Plot Ideas

Random drabbles and prompts everywhere

lol prepare yourselves i've kept a lot of these in stock lmao

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"So, did it hurt?"

You're momentarily surprised at the sudden question. Then you flash them a sly smile. You've read that too many times on social media posts for that to work on you.

"What?" You let out a chuckle. "When I fell from heaven?"

You expect them to whine about how you stole their thunder and come on that was a good one-

"No."

Their response wipes the smile on your face and replaces it with confusion. That wasn't what they meant?

They come closer and grab your hand, the close proximity causes your cheeks to heat up. They lean down, making it so that both of your foreheads meet.

And they whisper, "When you fell for me."

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They're out again.

You're concerned for them. They've been acting so out of character these days and by the looks of things, they aren't taking care good of themselves either.

It's late at night.

Their eyes are blank as they stare at the glimmering stars in the sky. You move to approach them and the floor beneath you creeks.

They don't care to notice you.

You sit beside them. They remain quiet.

Oh you hated this.

It was their first time seeing someone die, wasn't it?

Damnit, this is why you told them to stay back-

Then suddenly they begin to laugh.

"This," another chuckle comes out of their mouth, "I don't..."You place your hand on their shoulder, choosing not to say anything just yet as you inwardly grimace at the state they're in.

"...how do you deal with this...?"

They cover their face with their hand but still you see the faint trickle of tears flow down from their chin.

"I don't," you say, your other hand clenching so tightly that your nails leave crescent markings on your palm.

"I wish I could tell you that you'll get used to it, that eventually the pain will go away. I wish I could tell you that slowly, you'll forget their dull and dead eyes staring at you," the words get stuck in your throat, "blaming you. That eventually you'll stop feeling."

Your voice cracks. "But I can't."

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"N-no no, i-it's –it's fine," they say, hastily covering up the scars showing on their arms. "I-I deserve it. If I wasn't such a screw-up t-then maybe he wouldn't need to p-punish–"

You couldn't take it anymore, couldn't stand the way they talked about themselves like they deserved to be beaten and starved and treaTED LIKE THEY'RE NOTHING–

"Please," they beg, unable to look at you directly in the eyes, "don't tell anyone." Slight tremors run down their body, arms crossed in front of them and they grip them tight. "I can handle it, I swear."

What are you supposed to do...?

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It was here that Pucca's nightmares seemed to exist. Never had Garu been in such a critical condition before, and no one knows what happened to him. Not even Tobe claims to have hurt him this badly.