#I love connecting things because of the smallest details

[not-an-idiot]

Is there a chance that Mark's father (Clarissa's DIY Wedding) is the driver in No! I've always loved that caravan?

[luna-azzurra]

Emotionally reserved characters

Instead of openly sharing their emotions with others, they keep their feelings locked inside, letting their inner thoughts do all the talking. You get a glimpse into their mind, where a storm of conflicts, doubts, and desires brews quietly beneath a calm exterior. This internal monologue allows readers to understand what’s going on inside their head, even if they don’t show it on the outside. It’s like seeing the world through their eyes, where every little thing stirs up a wave of emotions that they never express out loud.

For these characters, actions speak louder than words, but even their actions are restrained. They communicate their emotions through the smallest of gestures—a slight tightening of the jaw when they’re angry or hurt, a brief flicker in their eyes when they’re surprised, or a controlled change in posture when something makes them uncomfortable. These tiny, almost imperceptible movements can say so much more than an outburst ever could, hinting at feelings they would never openly share. It’s about what they don’t do as much as what they do.

When they do speak, every word is carefully chosen. Emotionally reserved characters don’t ramble or spill their feelings in a flood of words. Instead, they speak in a measured and controlled manner, always keeping their emotions in check. Their sentences are concise, sometimes even vague or indirect, leaving others guessing about what they’re really thinking. It’s not that they don’t feel deeply, they just prefer to keep those feelings close to the chest, hidden behind a mask of calm and composure.

For these characters, what they do is often more telling than what they say. They might not say “I care about you” outright, but you’ll see it in the way they go out of their way to help, the quiet ways they show up for the people they love. Their actions reveal their emotions—whether it’s a protective gesture, a silent sacrifice, or a kind deed done without expectation of recognition. It’s these unspoken acts of kindness that show their true feelings, even if they never say them out loud.

They often have strong personal boundaries. They keep their private lives just that - private. They don’t open up easily and are cautious about who they let into their inner circle. They might deflect conversations away from themselves or avoid sharing personal details altogether. It’s not that they don’t want to connect, it’s just that they find it hard to lower their walls and let others in, fearing vulnerability or judgment.

When they do show vulnerability, it’s in small, controlled doses. These characters may have moments where they let their guard down, but only in private or with someone they deeply trust.

Sometimes, emotionally reserved characters express their feelings through objects that hold special significance to them. Maybe it’s a worn-out book they keep close, a piece of jewelry they never take off, or an old letter tucked away in a drawer. These symbolic objects are like anchors, holding memories and emotions they can’t express in words. They serve as tangible reminders of their inner world, representing feelings they keep buried deep inside.

When these characters communicate, there’s often more to their words than meets the eye. They speak in subtext, using irony, implication, or ambiguity to convey what they really mean without saying it outright. Their conversations are filled with hidden meanings and unspoken truths, creating layers of depth in their interactions with others. You have to read between the lines to understand what they’re really saying because what they leave unsaid is just as important as what they do say.

Despite their calm demeanor, there are certain things that can break through their emotional reserve. Specific triggers - like a painful memory, a deep-seated fear, or a personal loss - can elicit a strong emotional response, revealing the depth of their feelings. These moments of intensity are rare but powerful, showing that even the most reserved characters have a breaking point.

Over time, emotionally reserved characters can evolve, gradually revealing more about themselves as they grow and change. Maybe they start to trust more, opening up to those around them, or perhaps they experience something that challenges their emotional barriers, forcing them to confront their feelings head-on.

[geneviveleocardius]

simon ‘ghost’ riley romantic headcanons

While Ghost might feel interested in someone, his years of betrayal and loss make him very guarded. It would take him a long time to trust enough to show his interest.

Ghost isn't one to openly talk about his feelings, but he shows them in small gestures-making sure you get home safely, remembering details you've mentioned, or leaving you a brief but meaningful message after a tough day.

Ghost isn’t a conventional romantic, but he has his own style. He might not buy flowers, but he’ll leave a cup of tea or coffee ready exactly how you like it in the morning.

He's very careful with you, even in the smallest things. If you walk together, he'll always stay on the side closest to traffic. If he senses any danger, he becomes hyper-vigilant, even if he tries to downplay it so you won't worry.

Though he seems completely practical, he has a surprisingly thoughtful side. He might send you a small gift while he's away on a mission-something he saw that reminded him of you.

Ghost doesn’t talk about his emotions easily, but when he does, it’s usually in intimate moments, like after a long night or while you’re alone at home.

He’d be direct, a bit awkward, but sincere: “I don’t know how you make this easier for me, but you do. And that matters more than I thought it would.”

If he trusts you enough, he'll share bits of his past over time.

Not because he wants your comfort, but because he feels you deserve to know who he truly is.

Though he’s emotionally reserved, he finds a lot of peace in physical contact. He might not ask for it outright, but you’d notice him brushing his shoulder against yours or reaching for your hand when he’s stressed.

These small gestures are his way of saying he trusts you.

Ghost struggles with past trauma, and while he tries to hide it, you'd sometimes notice restless nights.

If you ever gently wake him after a nightmare, he'd feel embarrassed at first but eventually grow to appreciate your patience and calm.

In his chaotic life, he sees you as a safe haven. He’d be fiercely loyal and do everything possible to protect your connection, even if he doesn’t always know how to put it into words.

Ghost is drawn to someone with a quiet strength-someone who can handle their own independence yet understand his need for space. To him, that would be invaluable.

Ghost has a sarcastic sense of humor and would use it playfully with you. He might say things like: “That’s how you fold clothes? Interesting technique.” But always with a warm enough tone that you’d know he’s teasing.

If he notices you’re worried, he might say something like: “Don’t you have enough to worry about yourself? Let me worry about you too, since you insist.”

Ghost loves watching you during your everyday moments. Whether you’re reading or working on a project, he could quietly sit and watch, finding a strange sense of peace in it.

When you’re alone, he’s more relaxed, even playful. It wouldn’t be surprising if he sneaks up on you with a sudden back hug or messes up your hair just to tease you.

this is too soft, my heart melts!

genevieve out! xoxo

[boldchaoswhite]

Ominis Gaunt HCs

𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐲! 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐇𝐂𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬!

(Don't come for me if you don't agree with some of them, these are just how I think he would be like.) These aren't really categorized (Sorry, I tried to categorize them but some are in the wrong spots but i don't really care these came out over time and got posted here.) Sebastian's are here! Divider by: @cafekitsune Enjoy!

In General:

Ominis loves the sound of your heartbeat. Sometimes, he’ll lay his head against your chest, letting the steady rhythm soothe him. 

The idea of him opting out of using his wand as an excuse to feel your touch is so cute to me! Sometimes he occasionally ‘forgets’ his wand somewhere and asks you to lead him, especially if it’s been a long day, and he just needs comfort.

He likes to squeeze your hand twice for yes and once for no if you’re hesitant on saying yes or no for something, because he likes to help guide you and stuff that you’re hesitant about if you are hesitant about stuff like that, it’s his way of helping you since you ‘help’ him. 

And sometimes. (Sometimes meaning like 5% lol) he will be the type to make little grabby hands but only when it’s around you two cause he really really wants to feel your hands or like feel somewhere on your body and it’s just so adorable that you can’t say no.

He knows exactly where his food is but loves pretending he’s helpless just to get you to guide his hand or feed him. Sometimes, he’ll dramatically sigh and say, “Oh no, I’ve completely missed my plate. I am in desperate need of help.” with a cheeky grin.

When you do help him, (yet, you will have a smile/annoyed look on your face) he’ll have the BIGGEST SMILE on his face and say something like, “Ah, my savior. How would I survive without you?” (Now THAT would make you blush and smile.) 

Sometimes, if he’s feeling overwhelmed or overstimulated, he’ll sit close to you and lean his head against your shoulder, staying completely silent but finding peace in your presence.

When he senses you’re upset, he will pull you into his lap, sit you between his legs, and he’ll cup your face in his hands; thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks.

“Talk to me,” his voice was low and earnest. If you can’t find the words, he’ll just hold you like that, forehead resting against yours, his silence speaking volumes.

Ominis has a way of saying your name that makes it sound like poetry. When he’s feeling extra affectionate, he’ll pull you close and murmur it softly, over and over, like it’s his favorite word in the world.

Ominis sometimes unconsciously seeks you out in his sleep. Whether it’s his hand resting on yours or his body curling around you, he always finds a way to stay connected. 

One night, you woke up to him softly mumbling your name, his hand searching for yours. When you laced your fingers together, he relaxed instantly, a small smile tugging at his lips even in his sleep.

He’ll ask you to describe things to him (not just the physical, but the emotional.) “What does the sunset look like today? How does it make you feel?” Your words paint vivid pictures for him, and he hangs onto every detail.

You’ll make a genuine effort to describe things for him, but sometimes you get too flustered and stumble over your words. “It’s, um… it’s like a sunset, but with… more gold? And, uh… less red?” He finds your attempts adorable and will encourage you with a smile: “I’m sure it’s beautiful. You’re doing great.”

Ominis has a habit of playing with your hands absentmindedly, rubbing circles into your palms or interlacing your fingers with his. “Your hands feel like home,” he confesses one day, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “They’re the one place I always want to be.”

Ominis has a memory like a vault when it comes to you. He remembers the smallest details—your favorite scent, the way you hum when you’re thinking, the way your hand feels in his. 

When you’re not around, Ominis lights up whenever someone mentions your name. He can’t help but gush about you, his voice soft and full of admiration. 

Ominis sometimes has moments of insecurity where he worries he’s holding you back. “You deserve someone who can give you everything,” he admits quietly, his grip on your hand tightening. When you reassure him, he pulls you into his arms, burying his face in your shoulder.

Ominis isn’t the type to make a big scene, but if someone so much as raises their voice at you, his usually calm demeanor turns ice cold. He’ll step closer to you, his brows furrowed, and his voice will lower to a dangerously/cold calm tone.

When he senses someone’s making you uncomfortable, his entire body shifts to protect you. He’ll place a hand on your arm, stepping slightly in front of you as if to block you from harm. His voice becomes firm, but his touch remains gentle.

If he ever has to step in to protect you, he worries you might be upset by his intensity.

If Sebastian ever teases you a little too harshly, Ominis won’t hesitate to cut him off with a sharp, “That’s enough, Sebastian.” He knows it’s all in good fun, but he doesn’t tolerate anyone—even his closest friend—making you uncomfortable.

If you’re hurt or in danger, Ominis doesn’t hold back his fear. He’ll frantically call your name, his wand shaking in his hand as he tries to find you. 

If his family ever disrespects or threatens you, Ominis is unrelenting. He’ll face them head-on, his tone sharp and unyielding. “You will not speak to them that way,” he’ll say, his usually soft voice full of steel. For you, he’s willing to risk everything, even the wrath of the Gaunt name

His protectiveness stems from the deep fear of losing you. He’s seen how cruel the world can be and is determined to shield you from it.

You’ll occasionally say things like, “Look at that!” or “Did you see what I just did?” before realizing and awkwardly backtracking. Ominis will just smirk and tease you: “Ah, yes, I saw it perfectly. The visuals were stunning.”

When you slip up and he teases you, you’ll pout and say, “I’m trying, okay? My brain moves faster than my mouth sometimes!” Ominis will gently take your hand, squeeze it, and say, “I know. And I love that you try.”

Despite your occasional slips, Ominis never gets upset because he knows you’re coming from a place of love and care.

You always try to include him in visual experiences, even if it means getting creative. During fireworks, you’ll press his hand against your chest so he can feel your heartbeat race as you describe the colors and shapes in vivid detail.

Whenever you get flustered about forgetting, he’ll teasingly say, “If you keep apologizing, I might start to think you enjoy feeling guilty.” His lightheartedness helps you laugh it off and move on.

Ominis loves that you don’t treat his blindness as a limitation. “You make me feel normal,” he’ll admit one day, his voice soft. “Like I’m not defined by what I can’t see.”

Ominis once told you, “I don’t care if you forget sometimes. It just means you’re focused on what’s important—us.”

You’re his biggest supporter, always encouraging him to step outside his comfort zone while never pushing too hard. “I know you can do this,” you’ll say softly, squeezing his hand. “And if you need me, I’ll be right here.”

Ominis sometimes worries that his blindness makes people overlook him, but you see him for who he truly is. You’ll whisper, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” and he knows you’re not just talking about his looks—you see his heart and soul.

You know how deeply he feels, so you’re careful with his emotions. You never take his love for granted and always make an effort to show him how much he means to you, whether it’s through words, actions, or simply being there when he needs you.

Even though he knows he can’t see, he still turns his head toward your voice or where he senses you might be, almost as if willing himself to see you. It breaks your heart a little every time, so you make sure to let him know you’re there by gently touching his arm or hand.

When you speak, he often tilts his head slightly, as if leaning closer to the sound of your words. It’s a subtle habit, but one that makes you feel like he’s giving you his full attention, even when he’s surrounded by distractions.

Whenever he successfully locates you by sound or instinct, he gives a small, triumphant smile. “Found you,” he’ll say softly, as if it’s a little victory.

Sometimes when you see his face, he has a big smile on his face from finding you, and you always think it's adorable.

He’s attuned to the way you move—the sound of your footsteps, the swish of your robes, even the rhythm of your breathing. He uses these cues to orient himself toward you, and it makes him feel comforted to know exactly where you are.

He’s memorized the sound of your movements so well that he can sometimes predict what you’re doing. “You’re pacing again,” he’ll say with a small smile, even when you haven’t said a word.

The Feels!

There are moments when he sits quietly, his head turned slightly in your direction, and you can tell he’s imagining what you look like.

Sometimes he gets frustrated, not with you, but with himself for not being able to do things as easily as he’d like. On rare occasions, he’ll mutter, “I just wish I could look at you without having to ask where you are.” You’re quick to reassure him, holding his face gently and reminding him that he’s perfect just the way he is.

If he’s in a noisy or chaotic environment, he’ll instinctively reach for you. The sound of your voice and the touch of your hand become his anchor, calming him when everything else feels too much.

Sometimes, late at night, he’ll confess quietly, “I hate that I can’t see you. I want to know the color of your eyes when you’re happy or the way your face looks when you laugh.” He feels like he’s missing out on such an important part of loving you, and it eats at him more than he lets on.

Even though he’s fiercely independent, there are moments when his blindness frustrates him to the point of despair. He’ll sit in silence, gripping his wand tightly, feeling like a burden for needing help sometimes.

Ominis struggles with feeling like he deserves happiness. 

“Why would someone like you love someone like me?” he’s asked, his voice full of disbelief and sadness. No matter how much you reassure him, part of him always wonders if you’d be happier with someone else.

Growing up in the Gaunt family was isolating and terrifying. He rarely talks about it, but when he does, the pain is palpable. “I used to sit in my room for hours, hoping someone would come looking for me,” he admits. “No one ever did.”

(this one is a big SOMETIMES for me. It just came across in a dream I had a while ago…)While he appreciates your help, he despises being pitied. The thought of anyone, even you, seeing him as weak or incapable cuts him deeply. If he senses even a hint of pity in your tone, he’ll withdraw and put up a wall, retreating into himself.

He’s overheard whispers from other students calling him “the blind Gaunt” or making cruel jokes about his disability. He doesn’t let on that it bothers him, but you can tell by the tightness in his jaw and the way he holds his wand a little too tightly.

The extra feels:

During moments of deep insecurity, he might push you away, thinking it’s for your own good. “You don’t need to waste your life taking care of me,” he says, his words cold but his heart shattering.

In crowded spaces, he can’t always keep track of where you are. The panic of losing you in a sea of voices is overwhelming, and when he finally finds you, he grips your arm like he’s afraid to let go. “Don’t leave me,” he whispers, his voice shaking.

After a dangerous incident where he thought he’d lost you, he broke down entirely. “I can’t do this without you,” he cried, holding you so tightly it was almost painful. The raw fear in his voice was something you’d never forget.

You’ve occasionally slipped up and said something that unintentionally stings, like mentioning something visual he can’t enjoy or forgetting to guide him when he needed it. While he brushes it off, you can see the flash of hurt in his expression, and it breaks your heart.

Ominis doesn’t cry often, but when he does, he comes to you. He’ll bury his face in your shoulder or lap, clutching onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

Friendship with Sebastian:

Ominis is fiercely protective of you, but in a quieter way when Sebastian’s around. He trusts Sebastian, but there’s always a part of him that worries you might get swept up in one of Sebastian’s more reckless moments.

Even though the three of you are very different, there’s an unspoken understanding that you’ll be there for each other, no matter what. If one of you is struggling—whether it’s with schoolwork, personal issues, or family matters—the others won’t hesitate to step in and help.

Ominis would provide a grounded perspective, always willing to offer his advice or a listening ear. While he doesn’t speak a lot about his own struggles, he’s incredibly empathetic and always seems to know when you need support. Sebastian, on the other hand, would be the one to try and lift the mood, perhaps cracking a joke or suggesting a very random adventure to get your mind off things.

Ominis might not always vocalize his feelings, but every time you laugh at one of Sebastian’s antics or share a moment of kindness with the group, he’s silently grateful. He’ll cherish these small, happy memories more than he lets on, because it’s rare for him to feel truly connected with others (having you and Sebastian around makes him feel less alone.)

If I think of more ill post them here, hope you enjoyed! Love you all~! Sebastian's are here!

[samahsame]

🚨 please help me 🚨

Hello, I know that we are not related, but we have a spiritual connection of human companionship, we love each other, I am Samah Sami from the Gaza Strip and I have two children, Ayla and Zein. I used to work as a teacher but I was unable to continue my work because of the genocide. We had a warm home, but then October 7th came and the war destroyed my home and workplace and burned my memories. I lost my students, my dream and everything.

We have been displaced more than once, fighting death in Gaza, trying to survive in the face of all kinds of suffering from cold, bombing and crazy prices, and struggling to obtain safe shelter and adequate food.

I even thought I had found a safe shelter to protect myself and my children from the rain and shelling, but my heart broke when my tent was torn apart by the rain and shelling. Winter was my favorite season, but now winter has become the season I wish would never come, because we were drowning in the tents. I still remember my children’s limbs freezing and shivering under the rain.

Please help me buy a tent, the price of the tent has reached 2000 dollars due to the crazy increase in prices, and provide food and basic needs for the children, your support will help rebuild our shattered life, even the smallest amount can help provide us with safe shelter, food, protection from the cold winter and save my children.

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[spidrgirl]

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RANDOM MILES MORALES HEADCANONS:

Masterlist: ➼ here

Pairing: Miles Morales x fem friend he has a crush on! ᥫ᭡

Synopsis: headcanons of Miles and a girl he's friends with, but also has a teeny tiny crush on.

Genre: fluff/friends to lovers (lol, can you tell that this is my fav trope 😜?)

Word count: idk

Authors note: I made these headcanons with a fem!reader in mind, but I think most of these are gender neutral.

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➳ Miles texts you throughout the day, even about the smallest details, needing to feel connected even when you're apart. When you don’t respond immediately, he starts second-guessing himself, checking his messages over to see if he said something wrong, worrying you might be upset with him.

➳ Every time you two part, he lingers, hands fidgeting or glancing back at you with a soft look. Sometimes, he even comes up with the smallest excuses—"I forgot to tell you something" or "Do you need help carrying anything?"—just so he can stay a little longer.

➳ Physical touch is everything to him. Even the lightest brush of your hand is enough to set his heart racing. He quietly aches for you to touch him more, but he's too nervous to ask, scared of seeming too needy or crossing a line.

➳ No matter what he's doing, if you call or text, Miles immediately stops and responds. He could be in the middle of training or just trying to relax, but your messages are his priority. You can't help but remember that one time when he was texting you back while mid-mission, and it just proves how much he needs to feel close to you.

➳ After a late-night patrol, he often lies awake, replaying the last time you were together in his mind. He wishes he could talk to you, even if it’s just in comfortable silence. Sometimes he even imagines what it’d be like if you were there, lying next to him, sharing everything he’s been holding inside.

➳ Sitting in silence next to you on lazy afternoons is one of his favorite things. He’s content just being near you, but the urge to confess his feelings bubbles up more strongly in these quiet moments. He bites his tongue, afraid that telling you might change what you have.

➳ When you’re talking, he holds your gaze, completely captivated. Even in casual conversation, the way you look at him grounds him. It’s like he's the only one you’re seeing in that moment, and he feels an overwhelming warmth from it.

➳ Miles checks in with you constantly. Even if it’s a small “you good?” or “need anything?” he wants to know you're okay and feels a sense of purpose in being there for you.

➳ He loves catching subtle traces of your scent on his clothes after you've been together—it makes him feel closer to you when you're not around, like he's carrying a part of you with him.

➳ If you’re watching a movie or sitting together, he’ll lean in closer than necessary, just to be in your space. There’s a comfort he finds in those moments that he can’t quite put into words.

➳ Miles remembers even the smallest kind words you say to him, and they replay in his mind like a cherished memory. When he's feeling low, he holds onto those words, letting them remind him of his worth in your eyes.

➳ Every accidental touch—your hand brushing his, your shoulder against his—he holds onto them, wishing they’d last just a little longer. Sometimes, he leaves his hand where it is, silently hoping you'll reach out again.

➳ As much as he admires your strength and independence, there's a part of him that yearns for you to need him, even if just a little. It’s not that he wants to change you, but being the one you rely on, even briefly, fills him with a quiet pride.

➳ He's always seeking your validation, not only because he values your opinion, but because your approval brings him a sense of security. He might even agree with things he doesn’t totally believe in, just to feel more connected to you.

➳ Even though he tries to play it cool when you call or text, his heart races. He'll act casual, but deep down, your attention is everything to him.

➳ Sitting close to you feels like it's never enough. He wants more time with you, more connection, but he’s scared of coming on too strong and pushing you away.

➳ He loves those rare, late-night conversations that go on until the early hours. When they end, he’s left with a quiet longing, wishing he could hold onto those moments forever.

➳ Sometimes, without realizing it, Miles can be a little overbearing in his need to help you. He’ll offer to carry your things, walk you home, or do tasks you didn’t ask for, just to feel useful to you.

➳ His biggest fear is that one day you’ll move on, and he’ll just be a memory in your life. It’s a thought that keeps him awake some nights, silently hoping he’ll always have a place in your world.

➳ If he senses you’re upset or distant, he tries even harder to be there for you, even if it’s just in small ways, like sending a meme or giving you a small gift. He wants to remind you that he's still around.

➳ Miles asks you questions about your day, your thoughts, your feelings—he just wants to know you better and to feel closer to you.

➳ Arguments or disagreements with you make him uneasy. He’ll often apologize first, even when he’s unsure of what he did wrong, just to make sure things are okay between you.

➳ If he notices you’re upset, he goes into “protector” mode, wanting to fix the situation and be the one to make things better, even if it’s beyond his control.

➳ If a day goes by without seeing you, he’ll often send you a random meme or a quick message, just to re-establish contact and let you know he’s thinking about you.

➳ He subtly frames conversations in ways that might lead to you complimenting him or showing him affection. He craves your reassurance but tries not to make it too obvious.

➳ When you’re together, he unconsciously leans into your space—his knee brushing yours, his arm near you. He might not ask for more, but his body language shows just how much he wants you close.

➳ If you start talking about someone else, especially another guy, he’ll find a way to steer the conversation back to the two of you, needing your attention on him, if only for a moment.

➳ There are times he feels so vulnerable around you that he wants to confess everything, but he holds back, afraid of losing what you already have. Instead, he stays quiet, holding onto those feelings in silence.

[alottiegoingon]

hc! beecoming three

lottie matthews x fem!reader

summary: the one where you are pregnant and lottie loves to take care of you

warnings: endless amount of fluff it might make you throw up, established relationship, lottie and reader live together, characters are aged up, lottie being protective and an angel, mentions of sex but nothing explicit, not proofread

@l0tt1emy i hope you like this bby

𓆦 ever since you told lottie that she was going to be a mom, she became the happiest woman to ever live

𓆦 it’s not like neither of you weren’t expecting it to happen and had spent lots of money so you could finally be moms, but it was a pleasant surprise

𓆦 except for the fact that lottie’s life only purpose was to take care of you now and it was starting to concern you

𓆦 “baby, just come to bed,” you pout, tapping the empty space on your side as you begged her to join you

𓆦 after dinner, lottie had spent hours fixing the smallest details ever on the baby’s bedroom and organizing a huge bag with itens that could be needed for when you two had to rush to the hospital

𓆦 “but we need to be ready! what if the baby decides to come earlier?” she stops by the door holding diapers, with messy hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and looking exactly like 🥺

𓆦 “lott, the baby is six weeks old”

𓆦 lottie would always wake up early to make you breakfast, trying her best to make it healthy and nutritious for you and the baby. at some days, it was still dark outside when you tattered for her in bed but she wasn’t there because she got up at like 5am to get ingredients for meals

𓆦 when you decided to wake up earlier than usual after noticing her absence, you walk on your tiptoes to the kitchen just to find her mixing the ingredients for pancakes in a bowl

𓆦 quietly, you stop behind her and wrap your arms around her waist, briefly giving her cheek a tender kiss and resting your chin on her shoulder. “good morning, love”

𓆦 lottie wasn’t expecting you to be up so early and immediately flinched at your touch, making you two share a good laugh. she looks back at you and kisses your forehead

𓆦 “what are you doing here so early? are you alright? feeling sick? too cold?” she drops everything she’s doing to fully pay attention to you and make sure you are feeling 100% okay, inspecting every inch of your body and even hair

𓆦 “i’m fine,” you say, grabbing lottie’s anxious hands to hold them firmly in order to calm her nerves, “i just missed you. it’s so early, you should be in bed.”

𓆦 “i’m sorry,” lottie, now less anxious, nods and let go of your hands to gently place her warm touch on your stomach and slowly rub her fingers in a caress

𓆦 “i know i’m exaggerating but i just want everything to be okay,” she pouts and you felt the sudden urge to just squeeze her 😫

𓆦 “everything is fine, lottie. everything will be okay thanks to you,” you smile at her, getting closer to cup her cheeks and smooch her entire face

𓆦 eventually, she got less nervous about everything, not worrying or overthinking the small details too much. that doesn’t mean that she was any less eager to please you

𓆦 a few weeks later, you were in bed and it was past midnight when you couldn’t sleep, craving some ice cream. you didn’t want to wake up lottie and make her leave just to get you stupid ice cream but you would die for it at this point!

𓆦 “do you think the market is open now?” you whisper, turning your head to face lottie. it was almost instantly. the second she connected the words ‘market’ and ‘now’ her eyes fluttered open and she was already getting out of bed

𓆦 “i’m on my way, baby! what do you want?” she doesn’t even change clothes, just put a sweatshirt on top of her pajamas and heads out when she got all the information she needed

𓆦 thirty minutes later, lottie called you from the kitchen and the first thing you see when you get there is the counter covered in lots of ice cream with different flavors and a bunch of sweets and chips as well

𓆦 “oh my god,” you gasp, eyes wide open at the scary amount of food

𓆦 “i wasn’t sure if you liked vanilla so i decided to get others as well,” she explained with a super proud smile, “and some other stuff too cause i don’t want you to be hungry”

𓆦 before feasting on a full carton of ice cream, you were pretty sure that lottie almost ran out of breath thanks to your endless kisses and tight hugs

𓆦 singing to the baby was her thing. lazy sundays would be followed by lottie’s soothing voice singing the most beautiful songs ever and, sometimes, songs she wrote herself

𓆦 not only could she sing but she could spend hours speaking to your belly. telling the baby stories from your teenage years or gossiping about aunties taissa and van, reading stories or just being an adorable goofball, lottie was always near

𓆦 sitting on bed, lottie was lying on your side, elbows against the mattress for support and face inches away from your small bump

𓆦 “fuck!” she gasps, quickly withdrawing her hand from you as she feels the baby kicking into her touch. she was freaking out!

𓆦 “wait, sorry, i meant to say duck! please don’t repeat that,” she talks to the baby, hurrying to get closer again and place her entire palm on you, smiling incredibly big

𓆦 “i think the baby likes your voice, lott,” you whisper, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear, keeping your fingers in there to rub her scalp

𓆦 “you think so?” she lift her head up to meet your gaze and she’s adorable. her face lights up like a fucking christmas tree ☹️

𓆦 lottie was having the time of her life any time she had to go out with you to shop baby clothes, accessories for the nursery or, really, anything related to you and your child. decorating the nursery was also her favorite activity

𓆦 she would buy thousands of plushies and cute blankets, millions of colorful books and lots of toys even though the baby wasn’t due for another five months

𓆦 “you won’t believe what i got for our baby!” is the first thing she says as she opens the door, running towards the couch where you were in with a box

𓆦 she lets you open and it’s a TINY SHIRT OF THE YELLOWJACKETS TEAM WITH THE NUMBER ZERO ON IT 😔

𓆦 when it became impossible for you to sleep, always sick, irritated, swollen or just exhausted, lottie would stick to your side and would try her best to not fall asleep

𓆦 “i’m not sleepy, i promise. go on, finish that story,” she murmurs with a tired and raspy voice in the pitch black of the bedroom. you couldn’t see her properly but you felt comfortable with your head resting on her shoulder and her hand around your body

𓆦 “so, jackie was telling me that shauna told her that mari once said that she found a recipe for a soup that included boiling a belt!” the tiny remains of any sleep you had inside you vanished as you were gossiping with your girlfriend

𓆦 “can you believe that? and who would ever eat a boiled belt for dinner? people are so crazy nowadays and i-“ you abruptly stop, shifting positions to look up at lottie snoring

𓆦 “oh, you’re sleeping,” you whisper, tightening your lips to suppress a giggle

𓆦 lottie was worried 24/7 but also extremely protective. even if it was extremely hot outside, she would beg you to carry a jacket with you

𓆦 she thought about bringing a spare jacket for you and carry it around just in case you got cold but she really wanted to give you her jacket cause pooks is just a hopeless romantic angel 🤗

𓆦 lottie was very gentle and careful all the time, but when it came to sex, you could practically beg her to do you and she would still be so hesitant

𓆦 not even when giving her very obvious hints like whining on her ear all day long about how needy you were, letting innocent touches linger or putting on a nice lingerie would be enough to convince her. lottie was too worried with the idea of accidentally hurting you

𓆦 just when lottie was much more used to the daily routine of living with her pregnant girlfriend, you wake her up in the middle of the night, poking her shoulder. “lottie? wake up.”

𓆦 taking all the time in the world to turn the small lamp on, lottie knows that everything is fine. you probably just wanted her to get you something to eat or a drink. the lamp on

𓆦 “want some water, love?” she asks, half asleep, rubbing her eyes that were still adjusting to the light

𓆦 “no, i’m okay. but i think the baby is coming,” you whisper, trying not to panic and to not make your girlfriend panic. the baby was early by four weeks!

𓆦 lottie’s sleepy expression and drowsy eyes quickly fade away as she bolts out of the bed, hitting her knee against the bed frame on her way to you

𓆦 “i told you we should have packed the things for the hospital before!!!”

[dairymistress05]

Colin as a character has been my favourite since Season 1 for so many reasons, but it was recently brought to my attention that he takes the emotions and opinions of women seriously, which is such a contrast to the other men on the show.

I can’t remember who the creator on TikTok was that I first heard this mentioned but it has been a bit of a lightbulb since. This is a long one so bear with me but I have some thoughts…

Example: Season 1 The Duel…

Anthony has decided, and honestly it’s rather infuriating how he treats Daphne and refuses to listen to her. Sends her to bed like a child. Then Benedict is with him and he just seems to implicitly follow and support him.

When Colin is informed he is shown to be bringing a rather inebriated Violet home, which is sweet in and of itself but also, his adorable humour is also a brief highlight “Good God, did someone die?” Which I loved.

But then, He LISTENS to Daphne. This is what I hadn’t ruminated on until recently, because quite frankly it’s so true to his character and something that I guess I had just come to expect of Colin.

Yes, he tries to dissuade her and He begins with the expected lines about dishonour and leaving the men to their matters, but when she speaks He Listens. He pays attention, he does not disregard her and it’s precisely because he listens that she is able to go and speak with the Duke.

Why is this significant? Well because his interaction with the Daphne in the scene in Anthony’s study feels genuine. Colin does not treat her “lesser” or ignore her. This is important and is in direct contrast to a scene Daphne has with Anthony.

Earlier in the season there is an exchange where Anthony says he would have acted differently if Daphne had told him about Berbrooke. She calls him out on his dismissal of her feelings “because” she is a woman and doesn’t believe that he would have believed her, and honestly I agree. However, I would suspect that No One would say the same of Colin. In every interaction with the women in his life, he seems to truly listen and to care about their thoughts and opinions.

Now before anyone comes at me in defence of Anthony, (Yes I know, it was the time period) and I also say, this is not about Anthony but about how even in the smallest of details the show and writers have seemed set Colin apart.

He listens to his sisters/mother and not in a patronising or dismissive way, not in an obligatory way either. He even has what could be seen as an inappropriate friendship with Pen, which for whatever reason, has gone unnoticed or ignored throughout the years.

So when it comes to spending time with her in Season 3, enjoying her company and truly connecting with her I would venture to say that the relationships he has with his mother/sisters might be a big factor in why he didn’t know how to/couldn’t contextualise his feelings.

He has had emotional relationships with women and values them highly so this is not seen as something separate in his mind

Until. The. Kiss.

Because that is the ONE thing that can differentiate his relationship with Pen from ALL other female relationships. No wonder he fell so hard,those feelings were always there, it just wasn’t until that physical intimacy that it all made sense.

Lastly I think it is all of this, Colin’s emotional intelligence, that makes his “persona” at the beginning of Season 3 seem so out of place. When Penelope (his arguably most cherished female relationship) didn’t reply to his letters he seemed to completely lose himself.

[aquamarixx]

sweeter the second time around

married out of convenience, you and your best friend, Kita Shinsuke share a not-so-normal married life, intil Kita realizes he never wants to let you go

‎‧₊˚✧ TURNING POINT 2025 ENTRY ���˚₊‧ pairing kita shinsuke x reader word count 2.9k words tags post timeskip, aged up, friends to lovers, somehow established relationship, hurt/comfort, bit of fluff, marriage of convenience, navigation

You and Kita Shinsuke have always been close—steady, reliable friends who could depend on each other through anything.

It started back in high school, when you crossed paths as the student council secretary and he, the volleyball club’s captain. Even after you moved to Tokyo for university and later got a job there, you never lost contact with him. Through every milestone, every struggle, and every little moment in between, Kita remained a constant in your life—one of the few things that tethered you back to Hyogo, aside from your family.

He’s always been the person who listens without judgment, the one who quietly understands you in a way most people don’t. He knows everything about your life, from the smallest details to the most frustrating realities. Like how your love life, despite your best efforts, has always been disappointingly stagnant.

You’ve tried dating over the years, but relationships never seem to work out. No matter how promising they start, something always feels off. It’s like you’re chasing a connection that just won’t stick. 

Kita, on the other hand, has never seemed interested in romance. He’s always been content with his responsibilities, with the joys of his rural life as a rice farmer, never feeling the urgency to settle down.

And then, everything changes.

Your mother—your single mother, the woman who raised you on her own—falls terminally ill. And suddenly, time, something you always thought you had, begins slipping away.

One evening, in the quiet of her hospital room, she smiles at you, eyes warm but tired.

“You used to drape the blankets around yourself like a wedding dress,” she murmurs, voice fragile but full of fondness. “Always twirling, saying you’d be the most beautiful bride in the world.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh, remembering the image vividly. But there’s something in her voice—something wistful.

She squeezes your hand. “I always thought I’d get to see it."

Your throat tightens.

She doesn’t say it as a plea, not as something she expects or even asks of you. It’s just a quiet confession, a bittersweet acceptance that she won’t be there when it happens.

The weight of it presses into your chest, heavy and suffocating.

You try not to cry. Even the tears threatening on your lash line, with all your might, you hold yourself back from sobbing. Instead, you hold her hand a little tighter, as if that alone could slow down time. And you wish it would.

Marriage has never been something you’ve chased. You figured if it happened, it would happen naturally. But now, with her words echoing in your mind, you feel lost.

Later, you tell Kita about it. You’re not sure why. Maybe because he’s the one person who never judges, who always listens. Or maybe because, deep down, you already know he’ll say something that makes it easier to breathe.

He doesn’t respond right away. He just sits with your words, letting them settle between you.

And then, in that calm, matter-of-fact way of his, he says, “Why not marry me, then?”

You blink. “What?”

“I’ll marry you.” His voice holds no hesitation. “It doesn’t have to change anything. If it’ll bring her some peace, we can do it.”

Your heart lurches. “Shin, you don’t have to—”

“I know.” His gaze meets yours, unwavering. “But I want to.”

You stare at him, still trying to process, still trying to find the right words to refuse because this is—this is too much. 

“But what if you meet someone?” you blurt out. “Someone you do want to marry?”

“I won’t.” His response is simple, final.

Your lips part, but nothing comes out. He doesn’t even say it with sadness. Just with this certainty, like he’s always known.

“We can figure it out later,” he continues, reassuring you. “Right now, what matters is your mom.”

“But still, Shin, this is—”

Before you can finish, you see him reach into his pocket. You watch him as he tinkers with it in his hand before placing it—whatever it is— in your palm.

You glance down. It’s a small, makeshift ring, twisted from a strand of hay, clumsily looped together.

A surprised laugh bubbles up before you can stop it. “Shin—what is this?”

“A proposal.” His lips quirk up slightly, just enough to tell you he’s amused.

It’s ridiculous. A hay ring, of all things. Yet, for some reason, your chest tightens.

Your fingers curl around it, warm against your palm. “You’re serious about this?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” His voice is quiet, steady.

And just like that, the argument dies on your lips.

Because this is Kita Shinsuke. The boy who has always been there in your life.  The one who never makes promises he doesn’t intend to keep.

This isn’t a romantic proposal. There’s no nervous confession, no grand gesture. Just the certainty of a man who doesn’t think twice when it comes to doing right by the people he cares about.

And that’s how you find yourself married to your best friend.

Your wedding is small and intimate. Less of a grand affair and more of a quiet gathering of the people who love you both. There are no extravagant decorations, no towering cakes, no lavish venues. Just a modest shrine in Hyogo, the scent of fresh flowers in the air, and the warmth of familiar faces surrounding you.

You rented a beautiful white gown. It’s not the kind you dreamed of as a little girl, but something simple and elegant, something that feels right.

Your friends from Inarizaki High are there, the Miya twins bickering as usual, Suna looking unimpressed but still wearing a pressed suit for the occasion. Kita’s other former volleyball teammates and his grandmother sit near the front, watching everything unfold with quiet joy.

And then, there’s your mother.

She sits in the first row, her hands clasped together, her smile trembling at the edges. Her eyes shine with unshed tears, her face alight with love and pride. This moment isn’t perfect—not in the way you once imagined—but it is enough. Because she is here. She gets to see it.

Only a handful of people know the truth: that this is not a love story, not in the way everyone assumes.

To most, it looks like something out of a dream. Two best friends who have always been by each other’s side, finally finding their way to one another. The way people whisper about how it was inevitable makes you laugh under your breath. If only they knew.

And yet, when you stand at the altar beside Kita, it feels… surreal. Not wrong, not forced, but strange. :ike stepping into a life you never planned for.

You don’t know how to feel.

But when you look at him, standing there in a crisp black suit, something shifts.

Kita has always been composed, always steady, but right now, there is something in his gaze that you’ve never seen before—yearning. Like you are the most beautiful bride he has ever laid eyes on.

It steals the breath from your lungs.

He watches you as if you belong there, as if there was never a version of his life where you wouldn’t end up here, standing next to him.

The ceremony moves forward, words exchanged, vows spoken. You repeat them without hesitation, your voice calm and sure. When it comes time for the ring, Kita slides it onto your finger with the same deliberate care that he does everything. With intention, with certainty, with the kind of patience that makes your heart ache.

Then, the final moment. The kiss to seal your vows.

You barely have time to react before Kita’s hands move. One cradles your face, fingers brushing lightly against your skin, while the other snakes down to the small of your back, pulling you close. His lips meet yours in a long, firm kiss and somehow unexpected in its intensity, yet still so him.

For a moment, the world fades.

His touch is gentle but unyielding, the warmth of him pressing against you in a way that feels almost… real. Your hands, almost instinctively, grip at the fabric of his suit, anchoring yourself.

And when he pulls away, you are left breathless.

A faint red tinge colors Kita’s cheeks, a rare sight, and you find yourself laughing softly. He exhales, lips twitching slightly in amusement.

The moment is fleeting, but it lingers, settling somewhere deep in your chest.

This is the beginning of something new. You don’t know what, exactly.

But it’s something.

You resign from your job in Tokyo, choosing to stay in Hyogo indefinitely, dedicating yourself to your mother. And throughout it all, Kita is there.

He is there in the mornings, helping you prepare your mother’s meals, making sure she takes her medicine even when she insists she doesn’t need it. He is there in the evenings, when exhaustion weighs you down, guiding you to bed before you collapse from lack of sleep.

He is there when you break, when the reality of what’s coming hits you so hard you can’t breathe. He doesn’t try to fix it, doesn’t offer empty words of comfort. He just holds you, steady as ever, as you cry into his chest.

For six months, you live as a married couple.

You cook together, fall into a quiet rhythm of shared responsibilities, navigate the difficult days with patience and understanding. It’s not traditional. It’s not normal.

But it’s yours.

And when the seventh month comes, your mother slips away in her sleep, peaceful and warm in her bed, and the grief is unbearable.

Kita holds your hand at the funeral, fingers wrapped tightly around yours as if to keep you from unraveling. He makes sure you eat when you forget, sits with you in the silence of your shared home, never forcing words where they aren’t needed.

He is there. Always.

And when the dust settles, when the world finally stills, you and Kita remain married.

Eventually, you return to Tokyo. You find a new job, move back in with your friend, and step back into the life you left behind.

But every weekend, you take the two-and-a-half-hour journey back to Hyogo.

It’s a routine you’ve had for years, even before the marriage, and it doesn’t change now.

Kita’s grandmother welcomes you back each time with warm smiles and teasing remarks, treating you as if you’ve always been part of the family. Kita never expects you to play the role of a wife—not in the traditional sense. He never pressures you, never makes you feel obligated.

He doesn’t even mind if you take your ring off.

But you don’t.

You wear it always. Not because you have to, not because anyone expects you to. But because it feels right.

During the weekdays, Tokyo wears you down. The endless crowds, the rush of work, the constant noise—it’s exhausting. By Friday night, your body feels heavy, your mind clouded with stress.

But the moment you step off the train in Hyogo, the air feels different. Lighter. Quieter. Coming home to Kita is like stepping into a world that moves at its own pace, where time slows and nothing feels urgent.

Your married life is simple. Shared dinners at his house, soft laughter over tea, the quiet understanding of two people who know each other well. Chores fall into place naturally, neither of you needing to ask. Some afternoons, you bring him snacks in the fields, watching as he wipes his hands before taking the food from you with a quiet smile. Other days, you visit the market with his grandmother, weaving through stalls and listening to her stories.

When it’s just the two of you, he never forces anything. He doesn’t expect you to be a perfect wife or demand anything beyond what you’re willing to give. The touches he allows himself are simple—his hand finding yours, a light press to your lower back as he guides you through a doorway, a steadying hold on your waist when he moves past you in the kitchen. And then, there are the kisses.

They don’t happen often, but when they do, they linger. He never rushes, never takes more than you give, but there’s something about them—about him. His lips are firm, patient, but starved in a way that always leaves you wondering. Wondering if it’s just habit. If it’s just for show.

Or if it’s something more.

Not that you’re complaining. Because no matter how much those kisses leave you wanting, they also leave you waiting.

Waiting for something you can’t quite name.

It’s easy. It’s comfortable.

It’s enough.

Or so you think.

One evening, the two of you are having dinner at Onigiri Miya. The scent of fresh rice and seaweed lingers in the air as you pick at your food, laughing at something Osamu said. Kita sits beside you, relaxed as always, his hand gently caressing yours.

Then the door swings open, and Atsumu walks in, loud as ever, with a few MSBY Jackals in tow. Their voices fill the small restaurant, easy grins and playful banter making them impossible to ignore.

Kita steps outside to join Osamu, leaving you inside for a moment.

That’s when one of the MSBY players slides into the empty seat across from you, flashing a charming grin. “Didn’t think I’d see a woman this pretty around here.”

You glance up, amused. “Is that a pickup line?”

He shrugs, undeterred. “Depends. Is it working?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. He’s harmless, just being friendly, but before he can push further, you lift your left hand slightly. The silver band on your ring finger glinting under the restaurant lights.

“Sorry,” you say lightly. “I’m married.”

The shift is instant. He exhales a short laugh, hands raised in surrender. “Damn. Lucky guy.”

Through the restaurant window, Kita watches.

He watches the way you smile, the way you casually hold up your hand, the way the man across from you takes a second too long to look away.

And for the first time, something unfamiliar stirs inside him.

He’s never thought much about the nature of your relationship before. You are his best friend, his wife in name, his partner in a quiet, unspoken way.

But you are also a beautiful, kind, and capable woman. Someone who could be loved by another man.

You come home to him every weekend, walking up the dirt road to the house with that tired but relieved smile, greeting his grandmother with warmth that never fades. You fit into his life so seamlessly, as if you were always meant to be there.

And Kita realizes what he could lose.

Osamu exhales beside him, dragging out his words. “You look like a man about to do something real dumb.”

Kita ignores him. Maybe it is dumb. Maybe it isn’t. But he’s never been one to hesitate once he’s made up his mind.

So he steps back inside.

You look up as he approaches, something shifting in your expression, as if you can sense the change in him. Kita doesn’t acknowledge the other player—he barely even registers his presence. Instead, he reaches for your hand, his fingers finding yours, warm and familiar.

You blink at him, confused. “Shin?”

“Come outside with me.” His voice is steady, but something in it makes your pulse quicken. You don’t argue, don’t question, just let him lead you out the door and into the quiet night air.

And as the cool breeze brushes against your skin, Kita watches you under the dim glow of the streetlights.

For the first time, he wonders what it would be like if you weren’t his.

And for the first time, he doesn’t want to find out.

So he just goes for it.

“I want us to stay married.”

Your head snaps up. “Wait—what? I’m not divorcing you or anything,” you say, genuinely confused.

Kita lets out a small sigh, shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant.” He looks at you, his expression unwavering but… nervous?

“Let's get married.”

You blink. “Shin, we’re already married.”

“Not out of convenience,” he clarifies, his fingers brushing against yours. “For real this time. Because I love you.”

Silence. Your brain short-circuits.

It’s the first time in your entire year of marriage that Kita Shinsuke has said I love you to you directly.

You stare at him, blinking rapidly. “Wait. Hold on. Back up—you love me?”

He nods. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You squint at him. “You sure?”

Kita exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “Would I be proposing again if I wasn’t?”

And then, he pulls something from his pocket.

A ring. A makeshift one, out of hay.

You gasp, in mock disbelief. “Again? Shin, why do all your proposals involve farming materials?”

His lips twitch, almost smiling. “Didn’t really plan this one either.”

You snort, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Guess that makes two of us,” he says simply, still holding out the ring.

You bite your lip, pretending to think about it, just to mess with him. “Hmm. I dunno. You haven’t even taken me on a proper honeymoon.”

He deadpans, “You don’t even like traveling.”

“True,” you admit, laughing.

Kita just waits, patient as ever, steady as ever.

You look at him and you thought, how could you say no?

“Of course, yes,” you say, grinning. “For real this time.”

You don’t give him time to respond before you pull him in for a kiss.

And this time, when he kisses you back, with such yearning just like the kiss on your wedding day. 

And somehow, the proposal, the kiss, and everything about this moment feels sweeter than the last time.

amari's notes: kita shinsuke is, if nothing, the best husband anyone can ask for. posting this on my birthday and on the last day i'm writing for my turning point event. anyway, I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or drop an ask or even a request! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[itaipava]

— carlos sainz being a simp for you.

he always puts his arm over your shoulder without saying anything or takes his hand out of his pockets to hold yours when you approach him. kisses on the back of your hand when he’s a little distracted by the phone, but still wants to show you affection while you wait for your coffee orders at the cafe. casual hugs at concerts or festivals and him dropping a kiss on the top or back of the neck.

he quietly sneaks up behind you and puts his chin on your shoulder, one arm loosely wrapped around you. and sometimes he doesn’t say a word, casually watching whatever you’re doing on your device; but most times, he starts small conversation like what you’re having for dinner. and often he turns you around mid-conversation so that he can give you a proper hug and a few kisses on your forehead, temple and lips.

it’s not strange for him to know a thing or two about you like which days of the week you’re free. but he pleasantly catches you off-guard by remembering your favorite food, tv shows and characters, and what kinds of pets you want, even when you don’t even remember you told him. and there’s the little not-so-subtle pride and joy in his eyes and grin when he sees you’re touched although he tries to act cool about it by saying without thinking, “why wouldn’t i know that about you? we spend a lot of time together,”

he hugs with his whole heart, like he’s pouring his love for you through the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close; the kind of hugs that are just tight enough that they make you feel safe and protected. and sometimes, you’re startled by his arms suddenly encircling around you from the side or behind and he chuckles softly against your hair, “sorry baby; just wanted you in my arms,”

he loves to see you sleep. not in a creepy way, but in a genuine and loving way. seeing you sleep peacefully in his arms is one of the few things that makes him feel at peace and forget about everything; he gently runs his finger over your face, as if he’s decorating every detail of you with his fingertips. he either brushes your hair out of your face or else just stands there, watching you calmly with his eyes shining with love and affection like never before. and before going to sleep too, he smiles sideways and leaves a kiss on your forehead before carefully hugging you as if that would protect you - and him - from the whole world.

when he sees you tired or even dozing, he doesn’t think twice about pulling you to him; your head resting on his chest or his lap. he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly, as if to make sure you know you’ll be safe with him, that nothing bad will happen while he’s here.

he loves taking photos of you; when you travel, you don’t even need to ask him to take photos of you, he simply takes his phone out of his pocket and says “stay there” and walks away a little and starts taking several photos of you. he also likes to take candid photos because he thinks you’re so beautiful and he just can’t resist.

he is always looking out for you in the smallest ways. hair out of place? he’ll fix it and then kiss your head while saying “i got it”. walking around? his hand is on your lower back as he guides you around. he’s also really good at reading your body language and knows when to step in if you’re feeling uncomfortable or tired; will take your hand and kiss your knuckles, saying “i got you” while he takes you home.

doesn’t like being away from you for too long. when he’s away, he sends you pictures of everything he sees and things that remind him of you. “look! these flowers are so pretty, and they’re your favorite color!” or “i’m going to bring you here someday. i promise.” will randomly facetime you just to see your face and hear your voice. from i love you’s to good morning texts, he wants to stay connected with you no matter what.

[whitexwolfxx310]

|| You're A Weapon; And Weapons Don't Weep ||

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: After Bucky discovers that your once thought to be dead older brother is HYDRA's new super soldier, you're chosen to go on a mission with the team.

Warnings: **PLEASE READ** This fic contains death. If the idea of unaliving someone can possibly trigger you, please do NOT read this. Anxiety attack, cursing, angst, random sprinkles of fluff, use of y/n.

Word Count: 4.7

A/Ns: It has been way too long, but I finally got to write for my BBWWS again. I have a feeling there won't be too many chapters left for Bucky and his Sunshine. But I have been working on other ideas and another series is in the process. I hope you enjoy reading. I love you all! The messages, comments, reblogs, likes, etc. literally give me life and inspired me to come back and get into writing all over again. Enjoy your weekend, besties!!

Previous Part // Masterlist

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Any shred of hope that life would be returning back to normalcy remotely anytime soon got washed away by the tidal wave that was the news of your brother being the new super soldier for Hydra.

Tony and Steve called for intel meetings that basically became a fulltime job. At first it felt like an interrogation. They questioned you, curious as to why you would apply for an internship at The Compound. While the circumstances did seem suspicious, they eventually were able to rule out any foul play on your part.

The gatherings soon turned into wanting to know every intricate detail that they wouldn't be able to look up or hack out of any system. From dawn to dusk, the two men asked about your childhood together- trying to connect the pieces as to who Luke is, or was. Bucky stayed silently by your side the entire time and offered a stabilizing hand when things got overwhelming to discuss. But it also didn't slip by you that he focused on each and every detail, noting the intel for this mission.

After being able to specify things so minute; such as your brothers favorite books, favorite teacher from grade school, or the fact that he likes the color green- but not just any green, Sacramento green, because it reminded him of the vines that grew around the windows of your grandparents cottage that you would spend the majority of your summer's at as kids, you also got chosen to go on this mission. There was some minor pushback from the team, but ultimately Bucky took responsibility for you. You knew that he would keep you safe, even if it meant putting the part of his very soul that he felt remained on the line for you.

To say that the training was brutal would be an understatement. While the others had an entire lifetime to perfect their craft and years working alongside one another in unity, you had only a matter of weeks. You were thrown into a constant rotation of being educated on the newest technologies developed by Tony, boxing and going over endless tactical strategies with Steve, knowledge of weaponry with a hint of ballet to stay light on your feet with Nat... pure exhaustion wouldn't begin to describe it.

The day came when intel showed the Swiss Alps would be first on the mission log. Everyone was treating it like just any other, but the dreaded encounter was weighing down heavily deep within your stomach. The thought of using yourself as bait to lure out your brother spiraled into the millions of anxious outcomes that kept you up at night. Finally giving you just the smallest glimpse into Bucky's world. The doorway was creaked open to his nightmares.

"Wooow. You look like a Bad. Ass." Sam annunciates amusingly, as his eyes land on you walking up the small rear cargo ramp of the jet.

Your cheeks instantly blush, having already been self-conscious about the skintight, black Kevlar suit Nat gave you to wear. As more footsteps approach, you sink more into your seat and try to avoid any more eye contact.

"Just so you know, I heard that." Bucky's voice rebounds off of the metal walls before he even makes his way completely into the jet. "Don't try and make passes at my girl when I'm not aro-"

You don't need to look up to know that those steel blue eyes have frozen you into place, but you dare a glance. He's dressed in all black; Black boots, black tactical pants, a black leather jacket with the left sleeve torn off- showing his gunmetal and gold Vibranium arm, and a black glove on his right hand. The sight of him is intimidating, ready for combat and anything to be thrown his way. But those eyes. They hold a tenderness meant only for you. His magnetizing stare mixed with the wonderment expression on his face confirms his friends words and more. Okay, so maybe the suit isn't so bad.

"You're gawking." Sam is now at Bucky's side, smirking with his arms tightly crossed over his chest.

Bucky's face slides back into its usual consternation state before giving him a side glare. "Shut up." Sam shakes his head, laughing to himself lightly before making his way to the front of the jet.

You move to sit upright as he approaches, and Bucky's face finally softens. It always does when it's just the two of you. He reaches above where you're sitting to an overhead rack, casually leaning. Hovering like one of those seductive book boyfriends you'd swoon over, but for him it just comes naturally. Swallowing hard, you angle your head up to look at him. You find a slightly playful grin tugging at his lips and you crack a faint smile.

"You doing okay, Sunshine?" His voice is soft but concerned. A gloved thumb caresses down your cheek. The doting gesture entrances you to gently nuzzle into his palm.

"I don't know." You answer honestly.

He reflects on this a moment, his eyes searching yours. But he looks slightly blurry. The background noise is starting to become overwhelming. Numerous voices all start to overlap, the jet engines growing louder as they're warming up, the loud bang with each shipment container with weapons being loaded on board- weapons intended for my brother. It all combines into one long dragged-out, high-pitched ringing sound and your throat closing in on itself. Bucky senses this, notices and quickly acts. Wide eyed, he drops to his knees.

"Hey... Hey, y/n. It's okay." He quickly unfastens the harness from your seat. "Deep breaths." You can't help but notice how calm he sounds. "Hey...look at me." Bucky gently cups each side of your face, the intense coolness on the one side being a welcomed shock. Your eyes meet his, and when they do, all you see is his devotion. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here with you."

"I know you are." You mutter, pressing your forehead to his as you try to manage your breathing to match his.

"We'll find him." He breathes. "I made it out, he can too. I won't let anything happen to you while we’re out there, y/n." The urgency that his tone is trying to convey is heart wrenching.

"I know, Bucky."

"Here-" He pulls away for a moment to take a bag off his back. Unzipping it, he pulls out a water bottle. "Drink some water."

You smile internally at the gesture. As he's unscrewing the cap, you notice a novel in the bag. It's one he borrowed from you when you first met. There's a familiar stinging behind your eyes. What did I do to deserve this man? One who is willing to walk back into his version of hell to pull out someone that I love?

Sipping on the water of course helped, but Bucky tucking you securely into his side for takeoff is what kept the overwhelming anxiety at bay.

“I love you, so much.” You say against his chest, in appreciation. He snorts slightly, pressing a delicate kiss into your hair.

“And I love you, Sunshine.” Bucky adjusts his hips slightly. “Get some rest, we have a long flight.” Intricate fingers brush through your hair, eventually lulling you to sleep in the safe space that is your boyfriend’s lap.

Distant muttering started reeling you back from a dreamless sleep. Instinctively, you reach for Bucky whom you thought you were still sleeping on- only to find he had replaced it with his bag. The disappointment was starting to settle in when you hear his voice:

“I know how this can come across, but she’s strong enough. She’ll be able to handle it, Tony. I’m here, I can-“

“All I’m hearing is I, I, I, me, me, me, Barnes. You, my friend, were an exception. I don’t know if we can go in there and get this guy out alive, and even if we can, who knows what the aftermath is going to look like! For either of them! We’re taking a regular, a nobody off the street and putting a lot of pressure on her to do this. She’s already starting to feel it, that much is obvious. I’ve said from the beginning that this is a huge mistake. I understand your feelings here, from both sides. You want to make sure HYDRA doesn’t continue to pop up like daises and be there for the love of your life. I GET it. But this is a mistake.”

It’s apparent that Stark has walked away with the clinking of his heavy metal footsteps.

“You picked a good one, Buck. I have faith in her too.” There’s a small reassuring pat to coincide with Steve’s voice. “Y/n’s one of us now.”

“Thanks, Steve. I just… I have to save him. For her.” You can hear the exasperation in Bucky’s voice.

While tears sting from multiple emotions behind closed eyes still pretending to sleep, you feel overcome with something you haven’t experienced in this situation yet; determination. A sudden tenacity to prove the doubters that you can do this, that you can help your brother just how Bucky had, and that you wouldn’t bail and have a breakdown… again. No. From this point on, you refuse to let anyone see you as weak.

The bag underneath your head gently shifts and is quickly replaced with warm body heat that you quickly snuggle into. That warmth spreads as Bucky wraps his right arm around your body, pulling you in a little closer. His heart rate starts to slow, and his breathing becomes more regular. You just soak in the last moments before the unknown.

“He’s really going to just jump out the back of the jet like that?!” You try to yell, over the loud wind rumbling and your hair whipping around.

With Sam’s back facing towards you, he takes one absentminded step off of the opened ramp and is just gone. Your stomach drops along with him at the sight.

Bucky rolls his eyes as he hands you an earpiece, “Yep,” A second later, Sam comes back into view, now soaring with his Falcon wings. He gives Bucky a little sarcastic two finger salute and flies out of view. “He’s flashy like that.”

Putting the impossibly small earpiece into your ear, you can’t help but shake your head and laugh. It must be an almost forgotten sound with the weight of everything going on because now Bucky is smiling too.

“Well, I hope you’re not expecting me to jump out of a plane,” you say only half joking. Because if that’s the case, he’s going to have to literally throw you out.

“What did you think the parachutes were for?” Bucky asks deadpan, with a raised eyebrow and pointing to the packs behind him.

All of the color starts to drain from your face, when suddenly you saw the slightest twitch in Bucky’s lip.

“Oh my god. You asshole!” Bucky grabs his stomach and starts to hunch over laughing as you hit him in the arm. His metal arm. “OW!” You start shaking your hand out to wave away the initial sting.

Glancing at him, Bucky is doubled over, nose scrunched, laughing so hard that barely any noise is coming out and tears are welling up in his eyes. It’s contagious, especially as the throb in your hand turns into a dull ache.

I’ve missed this. Things being simple with us and not so draining. Moments that resemble a drop of normalcy in a typical ‘would be’ relationship. But I still wouldn’t trade it. Because he’s perfect. And he’s mine.

Once your lungs don’t feel like they’re on fire any longer, you let you a deep sigh, resting your hands on your hips. “God, I needed that.”

“Did you really think I would toss you out of a Quinjet?”

“Seemed like it in the moment-”

“Alright, love birds,” Tony interrupts, the heavy metal footsteps of his Iron Man armor catching both of your attention, "don't be late to the party," he says knowingly, palms glowing before he too disappears out of the jet.

“Don’t worry, Sunshine,” Bucky says, now standing next to you, “I have my own flashy transport,” he side eyes you with a playful grin.

Arms wrapped tightly around Bucky’s stomach; you can’t help but snuggle your cheek into his leather covered shoulder.

Of course, Bucky’s idea of flashy would be a motorcycle.

Your eyes flutter open to see Steve on his own come into view through whips of your hair. The boys. Two best friends riding like they don’t have the weight of the world constantly on their shoulders.

Steve’s bike has a bulky, all chrome classic look while Bucky’s is a modern, all black crotch rocket. Both have been modified to drive relatively quietly, and it’s such a weird dichotomy to still be able to feel the rumbling of the bike between your legs without all the noise.

One of your hands releases the clasp they had on one another, pressing your palm against Bucky’s chest- smoothing itself along his abdomen. Bucky sits more upright in his seat to press back into you more, using only his left hand to steer as his right encloses around yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. The gesture is so minor, and yet you can just feel how he puts his heart into everything when it comes to you.

"We're going to pull off to the side up on the left. We'll have to go the rest of the way on foot," Steve's voice is solemn in your earpiece.

Bucky gives him a nod in acknowledgement, leaning back down to better control the motorcycle. This time, his hand doesn't leave yours.

The trek through the Switzerland forest was less than a mile, but with each step your feet grew heavier and that sour stomach of yours returned with the dread of seeing your brother again. If he could even be considered your brother anymore. Who knows what actually remained. As much as you have begged and pleaded with the universe to make yet another exception for Lucas just as it had for Bucky, you were terrified of the man that you would soon encounter.

Just shy of coming out of the tree line to the supposed to be abandoned old military base, you hear a series of echoing pops- stopping all three of you dead in your tracks.

Gunshots.

Bucky and Steve exchange a quick, wide-eyed glance at one another, “Go, we’ll catch up.” Bucky says, and within the blink of an eye, Steve takes off running at super soldier speed.

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until Bucky turned to face you, his shoulders squared, lips in a tight thin line. But looking between your eyes, he loosens a breath, gripping your shoulders, “Listen to me, Sunshine,” he makes every attempt to soften his voice, but a few more pops and yelling sound off in the distance making you wince. His hands grip you tighter, “I need you to focus. What I’m about to say goes against everything I normally believe, but in this circumstance it’s critical…” he sighs, looking down before back into your eyes- trying to convey the seriousness of what he’s saying, “you have to push the fear down. And I know how that sounds, but you can’t walk in there with that look on your face. Because honey, these people will not hesitate to kill you.”

You gasp lightly at the graveness of his words. It’s not like you didn’t know this walking into the mission, but it’s different once you’re actually here.

Bucky sighs again, his expression softening as his hands cup each side of your face especially gentle, “I know, baby. I know. I won’t leave your side,” he presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes, “I just… I can’t lose you.” His voice cracks slightly, even at just the thought.

Even with your eyes teetering with the threat of tears, you nod in understanding. Placing each of your hands over his, you press your lips to Bucky’s- holding them there, accepting that the moment they pull apart it’s no longer about the two of you, but about the mission. Luke is your mission.

“I love you,” you murmur, before opening your eyes to see deep consternation in his.

Disassociation is a powerful coping mechanism for human beings. It can feel like an outer body experience or even a dream. More like a nightmare. But as you follow into the bunker where the screaming leads, closely behind Bucky with your gun drawn watching for any sudden movements and stepping over the trail of bloodied bodies in the hallway, you're thankful for the part of your brain trying to convince you that this isn't real.

"Still no sign of Castle," Sam's voice was pragmatic in your earpiece.

Bucky looked back over his shoulder at you while still walking, "Maybe he's not here after-" and that's when you see the slightest shift of a shadow in an inverted doorway.

It was so small that in any other instance you would just assume your eyes were just playing a trick on you. But not here. Your body reacted before your mind could even fully register- taking a sudden step to the side, you fired off two prompt shots. A heavy thud followed.

Practically giving himself whiplash, Bucky looks at where you shot and back to you. His eyes widen, mouth open slightly at the realization of what just happened. What you just did- for him. Your eyes haven't moved from that doorway, and your grip is tighter on the gun than it probably should be. Pain surges through your jaw with how tightly your teeth are clenched and yet, you wait to see if anyone else is there. Is there another shadow lurking just waiting for the opportunity to harm one of you?

"Y/n..." Bucky's voice is delicate as his eyes dart around, also looking for shadows, "we have to keep moving," he says in a coaxing manner.

I can’t. The words blare in your mind like a doomsday siren and yet you can’t speak. All you can do is focus on that that dark corner where the pool of crimson continues to grow.

Bucky steps in line of your gun with somber eyes meeting yours, causing you to simultaneously point it towards the ground and break your trance. You didn’t realize just how high and how tight your shoulders had been as you loosened your breath. A new version of you being transformed as you exhale.

“I-” You try catching your breath, completely slack jaw and shaking your head just trying to comprehend what you did. “I…I just-” and the tears are flowing. No crying, no uncontrollable sobbing, but a small steady line of tears as the overwhelming awareness of taking control and trading a life for someone that you love comes to light… just flows.

“You did what you had to,” he answers for you, nodding sympathetically. You don’t deserve kindness right now, do you? But that is why he is good. And that is why he deserves to live.

“We have to go, y/n.” Bucky says, looking over your shoulders and behind himself again. “It looks like no one else has been down here yet.” He grabs your hand, not waiting for a response before he’s treading down the hallway again.

Your feet shuffle instinctively at first to follow him, but the brightness of the flickering fluorescent lights quickly grounded you to where you actually are. There are lives at stake and you need to keep your head.

The distant noise of constant struggle seemed to almost completely stop. Every few minutes you would hear a familiar voice say 'clear' in your ear and relief would wash over you, just thankful for knowing that they were alive.

It got cold the further you went, meaning you probably had gradually descended underground. Finally, at the end of what seemed like a never-ending tunnel, was a large set of metal double doors with multiple large chains and padlocks.

You and Bucky exchanged a quick glance with one another before he fists the chain with his Vibranium hand, pulling effortlessly as they break into pieces. He pushes open the doors to reveal a large, primarily empty room aside from a bunch of dusty, bulky outdated computers. Most of the overhead lights don’t work, so it seems darker in here than it did in the corridor.

Bucky steps into the room and starts looking around, his boots crunching noisily on worn rubble and glass. You hold your breath, watching as his fingers skim along the keyboards, his eyes squinting at the monitors as he passes each one as though looking for something.

And then he stops at one in particular. He eyes it carefully before looking up at the ceiling to the lights again.

“What is it?” You can’t hide your curiosity.

“There’s still power to this base,” he says observantly, turning his attention back towards the computer. “Maybe…” he mumbles to himself, leaning over the monitor a bit, his fingers blindly searching before pressing the power button. Bucky stands back as the screen comes to life, but his eyes widen, alarmed as to what he sees.

“Bucky?” You ask apprehensively, moving to stand next to him and also look at the screen. It's mostly black, but there's a green contour of... a face?

"Hello Sergeant Barnes," the computer says with a German accent.

"Oh, what the fuck?" Bucky steps back, his hands fisting into his hair.

The voice chuckles, "Come now, is that any way to greet an old friend?"

“Is… the computer talking? To you?”

“Why, yes, Ms. Castle. I am,” your stomach turns over at the sound of the voice addressing you as well.

“What the fu-” you go to repeat Bucky’s words but get cut off.

“Does the facility seem… familiar, Barnes?” Zola asks, condescendingly. “Or, at the very least, the machinery?”

Bucky's eyes start to dart around the room, taking in the different equipment before muttering to himself in dismay, "these control the cyro chambers..."

The computer laughs menacingly, "Ah, so you do remember. Good! Good..."

Rolling his arm once while taking a large step forward, Bucky brings it down, crushing the computer completely. Exposed wires spark briefly from the powerful impact, otherwise leaving the room in silence.

“What- who was that?”

“Arnim Zola. A scientist for HYDRA. The one who, well…” Bucky passively gestures to himself, “experimented and is responsible for me.”

Suddenly, another one of the numerous screens comes to life- the digitized green face grinning, “tsk, tsk. Oh, Soldat…”

“I won’t answer to that anymore,” Bucky maintained through gritted teeth, raising his arm to disintegrate this talking monitor as well just as it says:

“Who said I was talking about you?”

Just then, you hear quick, trudged steps. The only warning you had before been picked up, as easily as a pillow and aggressively, carelessly thrown aside into a metal desk, knocking some of the computers that sat on top along with you.

You tried gasping for the air that was stolen from your lungs on impact with the floor, but it didn’t come. Instead, it burned, more than the pain creeping around the left side of your ribs as you sluggishly moved to sit on your knees. Looking up, you meet the threatening gaze of the one who attacked you.

He was exceptionally tall, especially from your view on the floor. Lean, but had an athletic build and strong. Super strong. He was dressed in all black tactical gear, the only color being a large red Soviet star in the center of his chest. A black mask covered all but his eyes, keeping him faceless. He was pale, as if he hadn't seen actual sunlight in years and had shoulder length dirty blonde hair.

But those eyes. They cemented you to the floor- glaring, daring you to move or even breathe. Just the look that he conveyed felt like you were in the presence of death itself. As you were able to take your first small breath, your lips parted, and eyes narrowed as they locked into his deadly gaze. There was such a darkness glazed over the emerald irises, but you'd recognize them anywhere.

"Luke..." you exhale, painfully. Both physically and emotionally.

His brow twitches slightly at you saying his name, like his mind is trying to recollect it from a long-forgotten dream. As his body turns to face you, he suddenly gets shoved back a few feet, "Back off, Castle." Bucky warns sternly, stepping between you and your brother.

Gripping the desk, you use it to hoist yourself up, whining slightly and grabbing at your left side realizing that you most likely have some broken ribs. The sound of your pain distracted Bucky for one second, and Luke took that opportunity to lunge forward and kick him high in the chest. With a breathless grunt, Bucky barrels backwards into you, knocking your back flush against the wall.

Luke was there in the blink of an eye, grabbing Bucky by the collar of his jacket. The two of them quickly became a tangle of throwing fists and kicks, breaking apart to find anything around to throw at one another. Overturning desks, throwing chairs, Bucky even chucked a still laughing Zola computer at Luke.

While you never thought the two most important men in your life would ever have the chance to meet, this is not the way you would have ever imagined it.

With your back still flat against the wall, you slide down to sit on the floor, starting to feel dizzy. Maybe it was the overwhelmingness of the situation, but instinctively you bring your hand to the back of your head, and it feels... wet. Looking at your fingers, they're now coated with fresh, warm crimson blood. It's getting harder to think straight with the tunneling vision, but you realize that you hit your head against the wall from the collision of bodies.

"Please..." you choke out a sob, "please, stop," you beg. But they can't hear you over their own heated screams and grunts as they continue to fight one another. Your narrowing vision focuses on Bucky, seeing that he is fighting more defensively- actively trying to avoid hurting Luke, pulling his punches where he can. Tears burn behind your eyes at the sight, knowing that if this were anyone else, it would already be over.

"Luke!" Bucky yells and quickly dodges to the side, avoiding the knife now sticking out of the wall that Luke threw at him. "Your sister came here to get you back! She's here for you. We're here for you!" Bucky maintained his distance, mirroring Luke's movement's trying to rely on his words rather than fists. They're pacing, waiting for the other to make a move.

The ringing in your ears was becoming too hard to ignore and as much as you tried to fight it, sweat started to bead up on your skin. You were losing consciousness, and fast.

"Bucky," you breathe out. His body tenses as he looks over at you, eyes wide. He jumps over one of the only remaining desks in the room and kneels down, hands hovering over body briefly, afraid to touch you.

"Okay... okay," he mutters to himself, scanning you over, his eyes linger on your hand with the now drying blood on them. Bucky gently cups your cheek, his thumb grazing over it as he forces a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You're gonna be okay, Sunshine. I-I'm going to get you outta here and get some help, okay?" His voice sounds shaky as his chest heaves, "Sam? I need a med evac for y/n,"

You nod once, or at least you think you do, as you continue to focus on Bucky. Everything around him starts to fade into a deeper black void. The last thing you see is Luke step into view over Bucky's shoulder to look down at you. At some point during their altercation, his mask had been ripped off. His lips were pressed into a thin line as his teeth clenched and remained expressionless while Bucky continued to stroke your hair and try to speak calm, reassuring words of how he would make sure you would be okay as you slipped under the surface of complete darkness.

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[forthevillains]

Okokok this is gonna sound weird, BUT, pretty please hear me out 😘

So imagine being Albert Wesker's "childhood friend" Like when he was a teen he'd sneak out to spend time with you every so often if he had a bit of free time in his busy af schedule. Idk what to do about this idea from there. I just think it's kinda fun. Maybe he's secretly a yandere lol. No idea.

That’s such a good idea!

The fact that Wesker would have someone to talk to without Spencer knowing at all. Like he’d be so excited to actually have a friend he’d risk his everything only to get to see you. As smart as he is, it wouldn’t be that difficult for him to create a plan, but making it work with all the people around him would be much worse.

Alex surely caught him at least once, questioning his intentions, curious on why in the hell would her brother go out during such a time while they have so much to do. Wesker was tense the whole time they were talking, he felt stupid, it all looked and sounded much better in his head, but when he said "I found a friend.” - he cringed at himself. No matter this reaction though, as much as Alex used to tease the hell out of him and even make fun of him, she was still his sister and he was closest to the family she’s lost years ago. Something about Albert being able to make connections with people after all that’s been done to him is still on her mind and so she lets him go, having his back whenever Spencer asked of his whereabouts.

Wesker would sneak out more and more often, the more he got to know you, the more he wanted to be with you. It became something he couldn’t live without, seeing you smile at him every now and then, interested in him. If you asked about his parents he would go quiet, so you made a mental note of not asking about his personal life again. You became the talker and did he love listening to you. He got to know the smallest of things, everything about your own family… He made sure to remember every detail about you, especially the type of places you liked so that he could take you there when you guys would get older. It was the first time for him having a friend like this so he cared for you like for no other.

I can imagine Wesker getting really fixated though, after some time, he wouldn’t know whether its love or obsession he’s feeling, but deep in his guts he’s aware that it’s no good, not for him, not for you. He’s destined for big things, he has so many lives on his hands. He’s nothing like any other teenager, he has an important duty (and trust that sometimes he hates it very much). Though you always make him feel like a normal teenager, like a normal human being… And that’s special to him, by treating him like a decent human - you’re making him feel special.

And even when he loved to spend his time with you, everything good in his life apparently had to come to an end. You left, because your parents insisted on moving away and that was when you and Albert got separated. It hurt, both you and him, but in his case it was hard to move on. So hard he just couldn’t do it. He’d feel sad, always thinking of the times spent with you, away from all his problems and now it was all gone. While you were quick to find new friends, he became so lonely that not even William or Alex made him feel better.

You haven’t come back in years, in almost two decades. And Wesker was still thinking of you sometimes, even though he was somewhere completely else. He changed physically and mentally that’s for sure, now that he was captain of S.T.A.R.S. with even more responsibilities than before. He became cold, stern and hardworking man with clear goals in his mind. He didn’t include you in his plans anymore, even though he wondered where you were a lot, he wondered if you got married and had kids, he wondered if you thought about him the same way he thought about you. Obsession it was indeed.

One day however, you ran into him, on an accident. You didn’t see it coming as you were texting your co-worker of an important matter when you found yourself basically walking into his muscular form, immediately dropping your phone and if it wasn’t from him - you’d be lying on the ground right next to it.

"I’m sorry-“ you were ready to leave, but he stopped you before you could go any further. You were familiar, everything about you felt that way and when you looked up at him, all confused, he recognized those eyes. It was as if the time stopped for him, finally seeing the woman he liked when they were young, someone who overlooked all his flaws and made him smile almost each time they met.

"What is it?” You turned your head to the side, narrowing your eyes in curiosity and only then has he realized that he’s been staring at you through his shades and not saying anything.

"Y/N…” he only muttered your name, completely taken aback by the sound of your voice. He couldn’t believe that he was seeing you now. "It’s been so long.”

You don’t get what he means at first, but when he takes the sunglasses off to get a proper look at you. "Al-“ before you finished saying his name he pulled you in for a hug, wanting nothing more than to feel that you’re real. He only used to hug you when you initiated it, but now it was his turn, he felt as if it wasn’t real at all, that it was too good to be.

No matter the shock, you hugged him back after a while, wrapping your hands around him, taking a note of how much bigger he got over the years. He’s grown to be a handsome man to say the least.

"What are you doing here?” You asked when you pulled away, giving him a small smile.

"Going to work.” He made it up. He wasn’t going anywhere now that he’s learned that you’re around. He’s not gonna make the same mistake of letting you go now that he has more control over his own life. It might feel crazy to some, but he wanted to keep an eye on you, getting to know your habits, where you worked, where you lived and he wouldn’t wait for you to tell him yourself, it’s already been too much time without you. He wanted to make up for it now.

"Oh alright! Sorry, I must be wasting your time,” you apologized.

Wesker shook his head though. "Of course you’re not.” He was so gentle talking to you that if someone has heard him they probably wouldn’t even recognize him.

"Well in that case, we should catch up with each other. Are you free this evening? I’ve got so much to tell you!” There you were, the girl he used to know, immediately showing him your interest even though you haven’t seen him in decades. He couldn’t even say no to you, immediately cancelling whatever plans he’s had to make sure he’s indeed free in the evening. This time you’re not getting away from him, he’s going to make you his at some point. He’s been stupid enough to let you go once, he’s not gonna do it again;)

[anxious-witch]

Some thoughts on Edwin through the lenses of flaws and sexuality, specifically connected to his meetings with the Cat King and what metaphors I think are cleverly used through the offers he makes to Edwin.

(Under the cut bc this will be long and I don't wanna spam the tag)

Part 1, because I realized halfway through it will be too long for one post.

Let's start with him being trapped in Port Townsend. As much as I love Edwin, we see that at the beginning of the season, he shows disregard towards people and things that he either doesn't already care about or aren't in the sphere of his interest(as seen through Crystal and briefly Niko, when he was literally ready to write her off as hysterical at first), and under that falls the cat he gets the information from.

I don't believe he has any malicious intent, but he disregard the fact that the cat is a being worthy of respect. He could have befrended the cat and get the information that way, but he didn't think it was worth his time. He even says all the cats look the same to him. To Edwin, who pays attention to the smallest details? That speaks volumes on how much he simply doesn't care about cats. Which is why the Cat King makes him count all of them. Remember all of them, for all their differences.

But I digress. Let's go back to the Cat King's offers to set Edwin free and look at them through the lenses of storytelling. First thing we need to remember is what Cat King says before that. "My kingdom is all about wants and pleasures". But is it? We see on several ocassions that Cat King acts upon an act already commited against something or someone, as someone who delivers consequences of those actions. Trapping Edwin for trapping his cat, kissing Monty without permission for him kissing Edwin without permission, exploiting Esther's immortality loophole through Crystal after Esther's exploited his immortality loophole. And eye for eye. Now, back to the offers.

Cat King offers Edwin to sleep with him or to count all the cats in Port Towsend. Or as I like to see it-accept your desire of being attracted to men, or face your flaw. Neither of which is easy for Edwin, although by the end, he bith accepts his desire and overcomes his flaw(at least in part, since no one is perfect).

We see it again when they meet during episode 4. Yes, the Cat King flirts with him and shapeshifts into Monty at Charles, playing up Edwin's desires once again. Enticing him to it. But when Edwin refuses his desires, Cat King turns to his flaw again and makes him admit it through the truth spell. "I am ashamed, it is selfish" says Edwin after.

And the Cat King could have used his shame to manipulate him, but that wasn’t the point of his character. He wants Edwin to face himself. Because you can't improve withour facing yourself.

Now, when they meet in the forest, I think their dynamics shift drastically. Specifically bc of what happens in-between their meetings. Ala, Edwin begins to actually grapple with and accept both his desires AND flaws. He realizes he is in love with Charles and the whole thing with Monty, although ends awkwarly, is a big step in the direction of accepting that he does like men romantically. And we also see him open up to Niko more, to start accepting Crystal as a person, not a rival for Charles' affection.

So with that in mind, I think he has a lot more power now, that the last time he saw the Cat King. He is blindsided for a bit with the reveal of Monty lying to him. But what I think is also really interesting, is that Monty is the one uncovering both desire and flaws in Edwin here.

When he says Charles is the one Edwin has feelings for, that it's obvious, in Edwin's eyes, he is practically throwing his desire in his face. And what does Edwin resorts back to? His copying mechanism. His flaw. "Even if it were true, you are a bloody crow!" Because Edwin isn't ready to admit to wanting Charles. Not yet.

Which is why I think the Cat King only batters with his desire afterwards! "Second kiss is always better". And while Edwin rejects him, it is noticeable different. Edwin isn't scared, he is angry. And he doesn't deny his desire like the fiest two times. "Hear me, I am not your toy to yank around. I owe you nothing". Which is why Cat King gets angry foe the first time! He can feel how close he is, and yet Edwin rejects him yet again.

Then, Edwin shows off the bracelet and says "this is all that you are." As others have pointed out, the bracelet is obviously a metaphor for Edwin's sexuality that he keeps trying to hide. Yet, here he shows it off, throws it in the Cat King's face. "I desire you, but I do not love you. This is all that you are, an attraction, a fancy". And what does Cat King do or say? Nothing. Because he is powerless in the face of Edwin's acceptance.

I'll leave their last meeting for Part 2, because this got wayyy too long already

[herstoryheaven]

Pablo Gavira x Reader: The Love That Drowns Out Fear

Request: Maybe a fic with Gavi, where the reader suffers from an anxiety attack and he tries to help her? (I love ur content so much🥹)

Reader: Female

Word count: 2353

Average reading time: 8 min 35 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: This story contains themes of detailed descriptions of anxiety, panic attacks, and the emotional distress associated with large crowds. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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The summer had been a dream, filled with sunlit days on the beach and warm, breezy evenings. You and Pablo had fallen into a rhythm that felt so natural it was almost as if you'd known each other for years instead of just a few weeks. Pablo had swept you off your feet with his effortless charm, quick wit, and the way he looked at you like you, with those intense brown eyes, like you were the only person in the world.

You couldn't believe your luck when he asked you to be his girlfriend during his summer break. It felt like everything was falling into place, a fairytale written just for the two of you. But as the summer days came to an end, and the new football season was knocking on the door, a part of you began to worry.

You had never told Pablo how crowds made you feel. How the noise, the press of bodies, the sheer overwhelming energy of it all could send your heart racing and your hands trembling. You didn’t want to burden him, didn’t want to ruin this perfect thing between you. So when Pablo asked you to come to his first game of the season, to be there in the stands supporting him, you agreed with a smile, even as dread curled in your stomach.

The day of the game arrived, and you found yourself in the stadium, the crowd a living, breathing entity around you. You could feel the weight of it pressing in on you, every cheer, every chant, every wave of excitement crashing over you in a way that made it hard to breathe. But you kept smiling, kept waving whenever Pablo glanced your way, telling yourself that you could do this.

But as the minutes ticked by, the noise, the energy, it all became too much. Your vision began to blur, faces around you merging into a chaotic swirl of colors and shapes, each one a reminder of how exposed and vulnerable you felt. The weight of hundreds of eyes pressing in on you was unbearable, and the thought of all those strangers witnessing your unraveling only heightened your distress.

You clutched the edges of your seat, desperate to calm yourself, but your body refused to cooperate. Your chest constricted painfully, and you struggled to draw in even the smallest breath. Your hands, shaking uncontrollably, were clammy with sweat. The air seemed too thick, the space too small, and the noise, oh, the noise as an unending flow of sound that drowned out all sense and reason.

Panic surged through you, each second feeling like an eternity. You tried to focus on the field, on Pablo, willing his familiar presence to calm you, but even that failed. The world was slipping away from you, and you were powerless to stop it.

Suddenly, through the chaos, you heard your name. “Y/n!” Pablo’s voice, filled with urgency, sliced through the noise, a steady point in the chaos. You blinked, and through the blur, you saw him sprinting towards you, his eyes wide with concern. He must have seen the terror in your expression from the field, because in the next heartbeat, he was at your side, his presence radiating a fierce protectiveness.

"Mi amor, what’s wrong?" His voice was low, yet filled with an intensity that made the anxiety gripping your chest loosen, if only slightly.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat, strangled by the overwhelming panic. All you could do was shake your head, tears spilling over as the pressure of the moment crushed down on you.

Without hesitation, Pablo pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in his warmth. He held you tightly against his chest, his strong arms a shield against the storm raging inside you. “Shh, it’s okay, princesa. I’m here, I’ve got you.” His voice, soothing and steady, was like a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink as he rocked you gently.

But you could feel the eyes on you, hundreds, maybe thousands of them, watching, judging. The thought made you want to disappear, to shrink into nothingness. The crowd, the strangers, all felt too close, their gazes stripping you bare. You buried your face deeper into Pablo’s chest, trying to block them out, but the feeling of being surrounded was inescapable.

Just then, Pedro appeared at your side, his face etched with concern. He quickly assessed the situation, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced at the forming crowd. "Come on, let's get you both somewhere quieter." he suggested, his voice firm, and Pablo nodded without a moment’s hesitation.

Pablo’s grip on you tightened as he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, his protective instincts flaring. With Pedro clearing the way, they guided you through the crowd of people, their presence a barrier against the overwhelming crush of the crowd. You could feel the weight of the stares on your back, the whispers that followed you, but Pablo’s hold on you never wavered. His touch, his scent, the steady beat of his heart, each was a small anchor, keeping you secure as the world around you spun out of control.

Finally, they led you into a quiet room deep within the stadium, far from the noise and chaos. The second the door closed, shutting out the world, Pablo was in front of you, his hands cupping your face with such gentleness that it nearly broke your heart. His eyes, filled with love and concern, searched yours. “Hermosa, look at me. Just focus on me.”

Your vision was still hazy, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze, clinging to it like a lifeline. His presence was a balm to your nerves, and as you focused on him, the world outside began to fade into the background. Pablo leaned in, pressing soft, reassuring kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, each one a silent promise that you were safe, that he was here with you. “You’re okay, amor. I’m here. Breathe with me, okay?”

You nodded, following his lead as he inhaled slowly, deeply, and exhaled, his breath warm against your skin. He guided you through each breath, his voice a steady tempo that drew you back from the void. His hands never left you, one rubbed soothing circles on your back, the other brushed your hair away from your face with such tenderness that it brought tears to your eyes.

As your breathing steadied and the tightness in your chest began to ease, Pablo pulled your back into his chest, enveloping you in his warmth. The gesture was simple, but it made you feel protected, cherished. “Better?” he asked, his thumb gently brushing away the tears that had slipped down your cheeks.

You nodded, still shaken but feeling more like yourself again. “Thank you.” you whispered, your voice trembling with the remnants of fear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin this for you…”

“Shh, don’t apologize, amor.” Pablo said softly, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. “You could never ruin anything. I just wish you had told me. I don’t want you to go through this alone."

“I didn’t want to worry you.” you admitted, your voice small as you leaned into his embrace, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Worrying about you is part of loving you.” he replied, his voice laced with emotion as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. “I want to be there for you, always. You don’t have to hide anything from me, okay?”

“Okay.” you whispered, overwhelmed by the depth of his care, by the way he made you feel seen and loved, even in your most vulnerable moments.

Pablo tilted your chin up, his eyes locking onto yours with a seriousness that made your breath catch. “I love you, Y/n. You’re my everything, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay.”

Before you could respond, he kissed you, slow and tender, a kiss that held all the words he didn’t need to say aloud. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you.

“Thank you.” you said again, the words barely sufficient to convey the depth of your gratitude.

“Always, princesa.” he murmured, his voice the steady, comforting presence you needed. “Always.”

Pablo held you close for what felt like an eternity, his arms a fortress protecting you from the outside world. The chaos and noise of the stadium seemed like a distant memory, replaced by the gentle hum of Pablo’s heartbeat against your ear. His fingers traced delicate patterns on your back, a calming rhythm that matched the steady rise and fall of your chest as your breathing returned to normal.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered again, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Despite his reassurances, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for pulling him away from the game.

Pablo pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression serious but filled with tenderness. “Princesa, don’t ever apologize for something like this. You’re more important to me than any game. Football will always be there, but you? You’re my life.”

His words made your heart flutter, and you could see the sincerity in his gaze, the intensity of his feelings for you. He wasn’t just saying this to make you feel better, he meant every word. It made you feel loved in a way you hadn’t known was possible.

Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Let me take care of you, okay? Whatever you need, I’m here.”

You nodded, your eyes filling with tears again, but this time they were tears of gratitude. “I don’t deserve you.” you murmured, overwhelmed by the depth of his kindness.

Pablo’s expression softened even more, if that was possible, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You deserve the world, Y/n. And I’m going to spend every day proving that to you.”

He kissed your forehead again, then your nose, and finally your lips, each kiss slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring the taste of you, the feel of you. His hands cradled your face with a gentleness that made your heart ache, as if you were something precious, something to be cherished.

When he finally pulled back, he didn’t go far, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “Let’s get you out of here, hermosa. You need some fresh air.”

You nodded, feeling safe and secure in his presence. “Okay.” you agreed, your voice still shaky but stronger than before.

Pablo smiled, that boyish grin that had first stolen your heart, and stood up, pulling you gently to your feet. He kept his arm wrapped around your waist as he led you to the door, his touch reassuring and steadying.

Pedro was waiting outside, concern still etched on his face. “Is she okay?” he asked softly, his gaze flicking between you and Pablo.

“She’s going to be.” Pablo answered, his voice filled with quiet determination. “Thanks for helping us, Pedro.”

Pedro nodded, offering you a small smile. “Any time. Do you need anything else?”

Pablo shook his head. “No, I’ve got her. But can you let the coach know I won’t be coming back to the game?”

Pedro’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he didn’t argue. “Of course. Take care of her.”

Pablo thanked him again before guiding you out of the stadium, his hand never leaving your waist. The moment you stepped outside, the cool evening air washed over you, a welcome relief after the stifling heat of the stadium.

Pablo led you to a quiet spot away from the crowds, where the sounds of the city were distant murmurs. He sat down on a bench and gently pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his warmth, feeling the tension slowly melt away. Pablo’s hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, his touch a constant reminder that you were safe, that he was here.

“Do you feel better out here?” he asked softly, his breath warm against your ear.

You nodded, closing your eyes as you savored the moment, the peace of being in his arms. “Much better.” you whispered, your voice filled with relief.

Pablo kissed the side of your head, his lips lingering as he murmured, “Good. I’ll stay here with you as long as you need.”

You smiled, turning your head to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and intense, filled with so much emotion that it took your breath away. It was a look that spoke of devotion, of a love so deep and unshakeable that it made you feel like the most special person in the world.

“I love you, Pablo.” you said, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself. They felt right, true, like a confession you had been holding in for far too long.

His eyes softened, and a slow smile spread across his face, one that made your heart skip a beat. “I love you too, Y/n.” he replied, his voice filled with a sincerity that left no room for doubt. “So much.”

He kissed you then, a deep, lingering kiss that made the world fade away. It was a kiss that spoke of promises, of a future together, of a love that would endure whatever challenges came your way.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. “Let’s go home, amor.” he murmured. “I want to take care of you tonight.”

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips as you let him guide you away from the stadium, away from the noise and chaos. With Pablo by your side, you knew that no matter what happened, you would always have a safe place to fall.

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[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Halsin with Beekeeper Ranger Tav

Considering how much depressing stuff I posted about Palestine recently I want to write something sweet (pun intended). I genuinely love this bear man with his silly little quirks and his tired smile and hazel eyes. If I make it to old age, I honestly wish to become a beekeeper.

You spent most of your life outside of any civilization. Keeping the bee population on the entirety of Sword Coast safe. You were harvesting honey when the Nautiloid snatched you. When you fell out of the pod, you were still clutching a sticky honeycomb.

You went from having no human interaction at all to having too much at once. Hard to say who was more disgruntled by it, whether you or your companions. When Astarion sneaked up on you with a dagger, an angry swarm flew right into his face. He hasn't talked to you for the rest of the day. Partly because he was pissed, mostly because he was so swollen. When Wyll shook your hand, yellow pollen flew all around.

You talked to the bees. Often. Sometimes one of them talks to you for half an hour before realizing you're not humming in agreement to them but to the tiny insect resting on your finger. Or when you asked a random beehive for directions. They looked at you as if you'd gone mad.

You make up for it with a flask of delicious mead you always have on your person and jars of delicious honey you sweeten their meals with.

You liked Halsin the moment you met him. You knew he was actually a human even in his wild shape. The eyes looking at you from the furry face are too human and wise for an animal.

You were often confused by others. Their words, customs, and behavior are unknown to you but not Halsin. Halsin was as familiar as forests and glades you lived in. Halsin felt like home. For whatever reason, when you told him this he got flustered.

Halsin understood your quiet and reclusive nature and was incredibly patient with you. In return, you tried your best to

The druid was enchanted by your kind and spontaneous nature. Especially the gentleness with which you cared for the smallest of creatures, and how they cared for you in turn, both forming symbiotic relationship as powerful as his connection to the enclave.

Halsin felt like you saw a part of him that no one does. The quiet observer that you were. You showed genuine interest in him as a person. Not as an Archdruid or potential lover, but as just Halsin.

With time spent together, you introduced him to the hive. Act he treated with appropriate respect.

He calls you his little honeycomb.

He saw your eyes light up when he told you that he whittles, and his heart fluttered when you asked him shyly if you could whittle something for him. He did so happily, making sure that every small detail of a wooden duck was perfect to the last feather. You gazed at it like it was the most wondrous thing and cradled it to your chest as you thanked him. In turn, he received a jar of your most delicious honey, harvested from dryad trees filled with potent healing magic.

With him, you tasted what true connection and companionship feels like, and you realized how much that aspect is missing from your life. So, you took your bow, half a dozen straw hives loaded on a cart, and returned with Halsin to the Emerald Enclave once your adventure was over.

The druid never had a shortage of honey as long as you were alive.

[jmliebert]

☆ slytherin trio headcannons ( you x ominis x sebastian) ☆

some quiet school days that've been gathering in my head recently

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The coolest trio in Hogwarts at the moment, an aura of mystery surrounds you three, captivating the curiosity of the whole school. Some whisper about your alleged connection to dark magic, though no one dares to confront you directly. Some are a little bit intimidated, and some are intrigued.

Ominis, blind from birth, heir to the Gaunt family

Sebastian, a frequent visitor to the restricted section

And you, a new fifth-year

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You mostly spend your days in the undercroft and library with the boys. You practice new spells because Ominis and Sebastian love to find the new ones. You also study together and have passionate (!) book debates. Since you started your Hogwarts journey late, Sebastian insists there’s a list of must-reads you’ve yet to conquer, and believe me, he’s very eager about it.

“Oh, how come you haven’t read it yet?”

Since you are a little bit behind on Hogwarts drama, your friends are here to help, aren’t they? And that’s where Ominis really shines. He claims that he’s “disgusted” by all the gossip, but paradoxically, he seems to know everything—every twist and turn. Sebastian, often oblivious (but as always very eager!), pales in comparison to Ominis in that field, and I think it’s funny.

While talking, you three wouldn’t survive without some healthy bickering and sarcasm, I think. Always trying to get more power over one another. Someone who don't know you might think you are fighting, but, of course, they are wrong. And when the time comes, Sebastian and Ominis are always by your side, ready to help you with whatever you need, even the dirtiest of things (typical slytherins if you ask me). When you tell them a secret, expect them to keep it to their grave. They're truly an epitome of loyalty, and I love them for that. ride or die

Also, expect a lot of letters and notes from them. They like to leave you little scraps of paper here and there (Ominis is very good at this, I must admit). Sebastian likes to annotate some books for you. When you are away, expect five-pages long letters sent to you from both of them, where they tell you about interesting things they found in some books, about their days, and talk trash about each other, of course. they can't live without you now

☆ sebastian romance option ☆

It’s quite noticeable from the start. When he sees you for the first time, his eyes widen, he can’t stop looking ever since. You have great effect on him, truly. He stares at you, his posture screaming self-confident, and a little smile that could send you to heaven right here and there. He’s trying to think of ways to spend time together. He’s testing you, and you never fail him. When he sees you with others, he gets angry inside and is weirdly silent; he just can’t deal with his emotions sometimes. He jokingly flirts a lot and secretly thinks you are the most beautiful when you are duelling him (plus points if you are winning).

☆ ominis romance option☆

He’s more shy about it, and by contrast to Sebastian. Ominis' relationship with you grows slowly. He has to trust you first, but when he has, he shows you his gentler side. He initiates conversations with you, is very curious about your life, but is always considerate and doesn’t push it. He smiles softly when he hears your voice, and he gets easily influenced by you. Notice the smallest details and is secretly dreaming about cozy home with you in it.

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