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ㅤ... ㅤyou who breathed new life into my lungs. [AO3] ˚ ◌༘ ⋆｡˚
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ㅤ... ㅤhear no evil, speak no evil. [AO3] ˚ ◌༘ ⋆｡˚
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ㅤ... ㅤthe calamity of so long life. [AO3] ˚ ◌༘ ⋆｡˚
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ㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ ㅤTHE ONES THAT STAY WITH YOU. ㅤ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა
nova bennett & rory gilbert. bad days, emotional hurt/comfort.
Rory was on the couch, curled up as small as she could make herself.
She could faintly smell the scent of coffee in the air, no doubt Nova making herself some aside from whatever was making her do that much of a racket.
She couldn't bring herself to move, to go see what the slightly older girl was doing. Could only bring herself to listen as she stared blankly at the tv. Things around town had been so chaotic lately, she was almost overwhelmed by it all. Today had been especially hard, with a new monthly anniversary since her parents death. Jeremy had asked for space and of course, she couldn't bring herself to say no to him. She didn't care what Elena was doing, things had been rather tense between them since the funeral. If perhaps before even then, honestly.
Rory had planned to hole up in the house, alone. Have a good cry, maybe stuff her face with pizza or something.
That's, of course, when she got a message from one Miss Nova Bennett to get her ass ready so she could pick her up. As one of Elena's friends, the Gilbert twins had gotten used to the Bennett twins being around while growing up. They weren't particularly close, friendly certainly, if a little closer to Nova than Bonnie. The other could almost be considered the crazy aunt, or maybe sister given the age difference. She was always there to pick Jeremy and Rory up if they needed it, kept Jeremy from doing dumb things even when his twin couldn't stop him, listened to Rory when she needed to talk to someone that wasn't her brother, let them do stupid stuff like try edibles, with her supervision of course, instead of getting in their cases like Elena would have.
It was comfortable, and comforting. To know there was someone they could go to and find no judgment. Well, maybe some, but still.
Her thoughts came to a halt as a hand held a cup of cold cocoa towards her. She hadn't even noticed the ruckus stopped. Uncurling so she could sit up and grab the cup, she quietly thanked her. Nova set a plate with cookies and her own cup on the coffee table, before sitting next to her. All of it without a word, just knowing she didn't want to talk. Not yet.
She took a sip of the cocoa and relaxed, it tasted like home. Like mom's hand running through her hair, like dad's hugs.
Rory burst into tears.
Nova snatched her drink and set it down, pulling the younger girl down to rest her head on her lap. She still didn't say anything, knew there was nothing she could say to Rory right now that would help, if she even wanted to hear it at all. Instead she rubbed circles on her back, her sweater feeling soft to one of Nova's hands while the other rested on brunette tresses.
They basked in each other's warmth, the silence permeating the house only broken by Rory's cries.
Outside the rain continued to pelt, raindrops sliding down the windows as if the skies were crying too.
my most grateful, loving thanks to lovely @sunlitscribe, for always putting up with me and my incoherent thoughts lol 🥺
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ㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ ㅤLOVE LOOKS NOT WITH THE EYES. ㅤ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა
marta cabrera/original character. girls in love.
They were together in bed, not doing anything. Simply laying there, cuddling. This time around Marta is the little spoon, a fact Carmen enjoys while she can, given that usually Marta would rather wrap herself around her girlfriend.
Not today.
Today is for Marta to enjoy the feeling of arms around her, and soaking in the warmth at her back She can feel the tiny vibrations of Carmen's humming, a soft hand running up and down Marta's side in a soothing motion.
For a moment she's able to forget that one of her best friends is gone, killed himself because Marta was stupid and gave him the wrong dose. Maybe if she hadn't been distracted, if she hadn't tried to banter with him as she always did, maybe if she had called the emergency services regardless of what he wanted. Maybe if, if, if. There's no use for what if’s. What happened, happened and this is life now.
With a Harlan shaped hole in a part of her heart, yes, but at least her family is still here. And Carmen. Her mother and sister and girlfriend who all remain by her side, even with the controversy of Harlan's death, even with detective Blanc and the Thrombey family hounding her steps nowadays. Even with her silence on the matter.
She can't help herself, can't stop the tears escaping her just then. The hand on her side stops and suddenly Marta is turning around, dark brown eyes peering into her lighter ones. The concerned little pout in Carmen's face makes her cry even more, to her girlfriend’s alarm, which earns a laugh from Marta. She thinks Carmelita must believe her a little deranged in that moment, and still she doesn't leave. Just holds Marta's face and tries to wipe the tears away, murmuring sweet nothings. Unfortunately for the other girl it does nothing to stop the tears, only brings about more.
Because she is bursting with love. For her mom and sister, for Carmen. She loves her family so much she can't quite put it into words. Can only hug her girlfriend close, forehead gently resting against forehead, and breathe her in. If happiness had a scent it would be tangerines, after all that's what Carmen's favorite perfume smells like. And for all that they might argue and get on each other's nerves from time to time, Marta Cabrera has always been at her happiest with Carmen Cortez.
In her presence there's no need for conversation. She's content to simply be like this, close. Having opened her chest knowing someone could get in and rip everything apart, allowing herself to be so vulnerable knowing it could be used to hurt her, she found, was worthwhile. A pleasure to her heart, so real that it was almost terrifying. They're not each other's first, they don't think of each other first thing in the morning, they're not perfect together, but mistakes and imperfections are what make something real. They laugh together and doubt together, they make mistakes and solve them together. They don't need to serenade the other, or grand gestures, after all it was the simple things that started everything.
I miss you when you're not around.
Have you eaten something yet?
Take your coat, it's gonna get cold later.
Marta thinks they might be soulmates, first as friends and then as lovers. Her joys and sorrows, her strength and dreams and courage, she hopes that wherever life takes her, it'll be with Carmen by her side.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤmasterlist of drabbles ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა
KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN!
outrageous fortune. Luce Giglio Nero-centric.
She could never be ready, not for this.
Luce had stared at Checkerface in the eyes and accepted the Pacifier with both hands.
DESCENDANTS.
reflect this love. OC-centric. – Ben & OC.
The sun loved the moon so much, she died every night just to let him breath.
DANNY PHANTOM.
and my soul weeps. Danny Fenton-centric.
In his quest to ignore the encroaching feeling of loneliness, Danny ended up throwing himself into something he'd been ignoring for some time: picking up the slack on some Ghost King duties. There was so much paperwork.
Disgusting.
Someone still has to deal with it. Despairingly, that someone happens to be Danny.
JUMANJI (2017)
we could be stars. OC-centric. Alex & OC.
knock on my door, boy come home
you stay in my head
lay in my arms, why won't you?
PERCY JACKSON.
garden of eden. Sally Jackson-centric. part ii. Sally Jackson-centric. Angst.
NARUTO.
to leave a mark. Uchiha Fugaku-centric. Uchiha Mikoto-centric.
By the vicious cycle Ōtsutsuki Indra and Ashura started, the older brother's descendants must succumb to their pained rage and, one day, be saved by the compassion of one of the younger brother's scions. Maybe.
Well... No thank you
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES.
hear no evil, speak no evil. Jeremy Gilbert POV. Jeremy & OC.
If he allowed the world to fall back into quietness, from this distance he could vaguely hear the flow of the river. There had to be a joke or something, out there, that could encompass the situation. Standing in these woods, so very close to the bridge that claimed his parents lives.
Admittedly, Jeremy thought it was a little funny.
HARRY POTTER.
this is not your grave. Female Harry Potter-centric.
There was one thing she wholeheartedly believed from Severus Snape.
“You tell me you have been raising her like a pig for slaughter–”
MARVEL C.U.
you who breathed new life into my lungs. Steven Grant & OC.
She resists the urge to fidget. It feels like it's too much. It feels a little like he'll finally crack, come to his senses, and snap at her to leave.
Which is ridiculous, because Steven would never do such a thing.
THE MISADVENTURES COLLECTION. ft @sunlitscribe ҉
courage often walks in silence. OC-centric. OC & OC.
THE CHILD OF INFINITY COLLECTION. ҉
[untitled track – 2010] OC-centric. OC & OC.
[untitled track – 2010.5] OC-centric. OC & OC.
if i had a flower. Flash Thompson POV. Flash & OC.
if there's a light at the end. OC-centric. Peter Parker & OC.
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@bisexualterror and i: let's make all fluffy scenarios with keony and lori, no need for angst in this household
also me: but what if one/both kids show up looking boy (?) and don't want to shape-shift out of fear that tony will be disgusted or something 🥺
keke: you know what bro.....
Shape-shifting has always come easier to Lori, but even Keony, for their fondness of their born features, has always felt as though their skin is made for other things, other shapes.
Their body, their soul was clay, moldable for unimaginable levels of magnificent beauty and horror– and utterly precious in others hands.
Meleable, until their feelings became oh-so-breakable, when the clay dried into something more difficult, fragile enough to shatter and yet harder to manipulate.
HYDRA liked to test the limits of anything and everything. They had to learn to bend, lest they risk shattering, until HYDRA was forced to sweep up the pieces of their messes. Breakage. Failures.
The kids can admit to themselves, late at night when the darkness cloaks them in its warmth like a familiar friend, that Tony is nothing at all like HYDRA.
“What if we’re too… alien, to fit in here.” Keony whispers into the darkness, inhaling and exhaling like the very thought pains them. To be alien is to be too different, and for all their naïveté’ on the world, they have both seen what this world does to those that are different.
Lori shifts in the darkness, green eyes bright and easily finding them, curled in a ball, the wall a solid presence behind them. They had been given rooms, one each, but being apart... let's just say that after being isolated from each other as a punishment, being separated for too long made Keony itch until they had seeked out for Lori, the only familiar presence nearby.
“I don't know,” Lori confesses hushedly, in part ashamed but mostly afraid and trying not to show it. To not know things is dangerous when you can do the things they can do. Not knowing, when you were created to possess the combined intellect of a genius and a norse deity, makes them feel something not quite embarrassment but akin enough that it burns. “I don’t care about the rest not liking us, or trusting us, but I don't know if I could take it if… if he never trusts us, or our powers.”
He.
Tony.
They could see it on his face, how closely they were watched, always firmly kept within his sightline. And no matter how well he hid his wariness, the quiet horror of who they were, the kids could read it plain as day. A face that Keony became intimately familiar with thanks to mirrors. It was, after all, an imperfect copy of their main Template– Tony himself.
“We should’ve gone to our Asgardian donor, space would be cool.” Funny thing, how the night made Keony more sociable, chatting Lori’s ear off in a way that was rare during the day.
Maybe Asgard would have been more accepting of their abilities, but for all Lori’s magical prowess, they had yet to truly grasp dimensional travel. Something to correct, some day, in the future.
“You know what they say, he got locked up for trying to take over the Earth." Lori pointed out, shifting closer to Keony in hopes that the giant expanse of the bed would feel less like it was trying to swallow her whole.
Keony pouted.
“If we could break out, why can’t he?” But the point wasn’t worth arguing about. Even if they could go to Asgard, they both had decided it was safer to be seen as the children of Tony Stark, right now, than to be seen as any more of a threat than they already were if they tried to chase after Loki. Someone who was just as reviled, and as caged now, as they had been.
No, all they could do now was be more careful.
Lori let out a tired laugh, more of a deranged sound than anything actually mirthful, that was eventually swallowed by the darkness, as everything was prone to. “We’ll be okay, we can learn how to be more... normal.” Until they trust us, went unspoken. Until he trusts us and stops treating us like a bomb ready to detonate.
“I'm so tired, Lo, I just want to be safe.”
Keony was always honest about their feelings, at least more so than Lori. It always made Lori fumble for a response, analyzing emotions always came easier to them than expressing them.
“I hope we can find that here.”
Hope was a dangerous thing to have, and yet it still crawled its way inside of their chest, waiting to grow either flowers or decaying rot inside of their bodies— regardless, it would make itself at home there.
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mundane headcanons
🌅 morning routine
at what time do they generally wake up?
do they tend to wake up early and take their time, or would they rather rush it?
how many alarms do they need to wake up?
are they a morning person?
bathroom first or breakfast first?
do they take a shower to wake up?
coffee, tea, milk or juice?
sweet or savoury breakfast?
what do they like to have for breakfast?
do they prepare their clothes before going to sleep, or do they prefer to improvize?
do they spend a lot of time dressing up, fixing their hair and/or putting on makeup?
🚿 personal hygiene
how often do they take a shower/bath?
shower or bath?
shower/bath in the morning, afternoon or evening?
do they use specific perfumes?
do they prefer their shampoos and soaps plain, or do they like to smell like something specific?
do they have specific shampoos, conditioners and body wash, or do they go with a 3-in-1?
what's their go-to flavor when it comes to toothpaste?
🍕 food breaks
do they have set times for their meals, or do they eat whenever they feel like it?
do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?
are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts?
if they eat at work/school, do they take time to prepare even just a sandwich at home before going out?
do they tend to have any make-ahead meals?
do they tend to have leftovers?
how often do they get fast food?
how often do they go to restaurants?
🧹 chores
are they the one doing most chores in the house?
which chore is the one they dread doing the most?
do they wash the dishes right after a meal, or do they leave them in the sink until it's impossible to ignore them?
do they have the dreaded "laundry chair" where they put dirty clothes on?
do they make their bed in the morning, or leave it undone until it's time to sleep?
🚗 transports
do they have a driving license, wether it's for a car or bikes?
do they have any other kind of driving licences ( planes, ships, buses... )
do they own a car?
do they own a bike?
are they the kind of person who think of their car as if it was their baby? perfectly clean, not a scratch, almost overly protective of it?
do they use public transports? if so, do they like using them?
do they like going on trains?
do they like going on boats or ships?
do they like going on airplanes?
📱 phone
what phone do they have?
do they use specific ringtones depending on who calls them, or do they use just one for everyone?
how often do they check their phone?
do they keep their phone's audio volume on, or do they prefer the vibration or? or do they rather have it silenced?
how many apps to they have on their phone, give or take?
do they have games on their phone?
what's their background and lock-screen?
💻 social media
are they registered to any social media?
how often do they log in?
how many followers do they have?
do they follow a lot of people?
how easy is it for them to block someone online?
what do they tend to post online ( art, videos, just starting fights online... )?
did they ever get in an online fight?
do you think they'd have callouts about them?
😴 sleeping routine
at what time do they tend to go to sleep?
do they take anything to help them sleep ( medicines, chamomilles, warm milk... )?
how much does it take for them to fall asleep?
are they a light or a heavy sleeper?
do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?
do they dream often?
what kind of dreams to they tend to have?
do they prefer to be in complete darkness to fall asleep, or are they ok with a bit of light?
do they need the door or the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?
what's their usual sleeping position?
where is their bed? with a side against the wall, in the middle of the room... ?
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