#no one is so pure not all the love is platonic or an agape love

[mitsuki91]

Okay but you know what could really destroy Snow?

Seeing Lucy Gray slowly starting to fall out of love with him. Lucy Gray knowing him so well she starts to be repulsed by him. The pain and disdain and the masks she has to wear (expecially if they are in the Capitol and she depends on him) in order to survive... With him because she has no other option. Lucy Gray, who put trust above everything, slowly starting to lie to his face, to hyde the fear and the pain behind fake smiles to make him happy with her.

And he will see this. He will see because, as always, as they are connected by the stars, as they are both performers, he can read her as she can read him. He can see her pulling back from their love story.

So. He may think that he want her to be caged, because so he can feel safe. But in reality he can not. In reality, he needs her to choose him. Everyday. They have to be a team. They have to be alone against the world (even if that means they have to perform to find a place in that world). He has to know, to feel sure, to feel warm about the fact that his Lucy Gray wanted him and wanted to be with him in the same way he wanted to be with her.

He has to be sure they truly love each others.

Or he is going to be insane. After all, he already did. One trace of doubt - he lost it. He lost it so bad.

But betrayal in a so giant way is a thing; a thing that set him in a rage, that make him spiraling without control and do despicable things in a matter or seconds.

Slowly see your only love slowly fade away? This is another type of pain who can drive one mad in a more subtle way, because he still had hope he can just fix things and surerly he will do it. Just a little time. Just a little patiente. He will do it. But in reality she fade. More and more far away. And panic arise, day by day.

So yeah, Coriolanus Snow was a boy in love, and as a boy in love (the first time I must add) wanted to cage her loved one, to control her. It's normal to feel this way when you love someone, because you want the other one to love you the same. But it's a passing thought, not a real one, because physical possesion doesn't mean owning someone's feelings, and he knew this. Deep down he knew. And he wants Lucy Gray's love above everything else.

Seeing her simply perform their love story to him will be too much.

[ang3lofdivinity]

SOSOSOSO THIS IS JUST GONNA BE A SMALL LITTLE THINGY BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE MAKING INSIDE OUT OC’S :DDD

Introduction to my oc: Love! (Amia or Ai)

(She’s Pansexual and Hypersexual, and uses She/they pronouns!)

I understand that a lot of people have made an oc for a love emotion, but I haven’t seen anybody make a concept where Love doesn’t just represent romantic love/feelings.

Soo.. this is why I created Amia!

The love emotion, in my eyes, represents all the kinds of love- not just the romantic type, but all that there is to give. So, I used the idea of 7 different kinds of love, like the Greeks originally made:

They also have colors for each type :DD

Philia - Platonic Love. ; Yellow (Yellow is the color of friendship, given how the color often is associated with delight and joy).

Pragma - Enduring Love. ; Black (Black is a very sophisticated color that represents power, luxury, sophistication, and exclusivity; representing the endurance one wants when they truly are in love).

Storge - Familial Love. ; Brown (Brown is often associated with familial love, for its neutral tone).

Eros - Romantic Love. ; Red (Red roses are commonly associated with deep desire and love in general).

Ludus - Playful Love. ; Pink (Though baby pink is her normal color, she has a darker pink color for this one, as pink is the color that represents playfulness).

Philautia - Self Love. ; Green (It’s often associated with self love and the heart chakra.)

Agape - Selfless Love/Love for Humanity. ; White (White is mostly a pure color, and whats more pure than loving humanity?).

Also:

Amia - Beloved, coming from Latin roots.

Ai - Love, coming from Japanese roots. (Nickname).

AAAAAAAHAAHAH I NEED TO DRAW HER BUT IM TOO TIRED. I HAVE A PINTEREST BOARD FOR HER. (Also, I have dragged my friends into my rabbit hole, as they have oc’s now. One has made a Sympathy emotion who thinks certain actions are too rude, while the other made a Pride emotion who thinks they’re better than everyone!)

Pinterest board - Love !

Silly.

[eveandtheturtles]

This whole "Love" thing

Fuck it, here's incredibly personal-Headcanon Mikey (including some mentions of other brothers) one shot. I hope I won't make people mad xD

Summary: Mikey has thoughts about himself and is struggling with his identity.

Rating: T for a mention.

Tagging: @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @pheradream15 @dilucsflame33 (lemme know if anyone wanna be tagged/untagged in the future! Also plz do tag me in your stuff too!)

Mikey loved love. He loved the concept of it. The magical fairy tale sold by the TV and comic books.

He loved his family, pizza, New York. He loved being a hero, his skateboard and the ancient teddy bear he got from his dad when he was a kid.

But no matter how hard Mikey tried romantic love evaded him.

There were women, guys and nonbinary pals that he tried to have this love with. Sex was great, don't get him wrong. He enjoyed it and it made people he was with happy but he always could tell like something wasn't quite there. It led him to believe there was something wrong with him.

He had seen his brothers finding love. April eventually getting with Casey. He was happy for them all. He himself though was... confused.

"What is eating you my son?"

Mikey looked up startled from his own thoughts by Splinter's voice. "Me? Psh, nothing, all good, yeah," he replied a bit too quickly waving his arm dismissevely. "What makes you think that?"

"For starters, Michealangelo, you decided to join me for a game of go," the rat smiled at him. "You also have been considering your move for about 15 minutes now and didn't notice when I got up to bring myself some tea." Splinter gestured to the fresh cup next to him.

Mikey glanced there and sighed then looked at the board. He moved one piece, rather unmotivated.

"Sensei, is it possible for someone to... not feel love?" He finally asked.

Splinter stroked his chin before answering slowly. "The simple answer this this would be no, but that is a very complex question and cannot be answered with just one word." He hummed to himself. "In Ancient Greece they have named different kinds of love a person can experience - Storge the love of kinship and familiarity, Philia the platonic love, Eros the lustful love and pure, divine Agape. There are other of course. In the phylisophy of Confucianism there's love expressed by duty and action, focused more on the relationship rather than feelings. In oposition to it stood Mozi with his idea of universal love, equal among everyone."

Normally, with this lenght of lecture Mikey might have gotten distracted by his need to learn more about what he was feeling mixed with anxiety kept him listening. All this information was making him a little dizzy though.

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"It means my son that there is more to love than romance the shows on TV are trying to teach you," his father explained patiently. "You can feel one love without experiencing another. It doesn't make you any less worthy of love or incapable of it."

"What? Who said it was about me? I was, you know asking for a-" he stopped seeing the look on Splinter's face.

"I believe the Internet that Donatello and the rest of you enjoy so much, could have more modern outlook on this topic." He moved a piece on the board, giving Mikey an amused look.

"Right." Mikey nodded. "I better go then. Thanks, sensei."

He stood up and bowed before going further to the lair. What his dad said made him feel better. A little. He was still feeling a bit alone in his head with all that. He could check online like dad suggested but he wasn't sure just how much did Donnie monitor their phones.

He bit his lips. Fuck it. He'll deal with it later. He opened his phone and typed: "Is it normal to not feel love?" His thumb hesistated over the search icon, suddenly feeling a bit scared.

Deep breaths, Mikey, he told himself, then hit it.

Hours later he knew more. There was a name to it. Aromantic, that's how it was called. Leo was poly-bi, Raph was bi, Donnie was demi and he... he was Aromantic. Or aro for short. So this was okay. It really was okay.

Somehow the knowledge that there was name for it. That there were people like him out there, the scope of experiences varying of course but... He wasn't alone. It was such a relief he almost wanted to cry.

He was going to be okay.

[charmsandtealeaves]

October 10th, @gigglesandfreckles-hp

I fear writing for authors based on my ever-expanding TBR list is becoming a pattern. I’ve been eyeing up crafting chemistry since it was posted during jilyweek (along with all the other Jily Week works I still need to read). But Giggles has also been doing the 31 prompts this year, so be sure to go give those a read too!

@jilytoberfest Prompt: Matchmaking parents. 

Harold Evans was busy tinkering under the bonnet of a blue Ford Anglia when a sleek black Jaguar pulled up in front of his garage. He recognised the car as belonging to a long-standing client who consulted him about maintenance costs when expressing his desire to purchase one as a birthday present for his wife. Surely the thing couldn’t be having mechanical trouble already? He grabbed a rag from the tool trolley beside him and wiped the oil from his hands as he approached the parked car. 

“How can I help?” he asked the woman in thick sunglasses and a pair of driving gloves behind the wheel. 

“As you know Monty usually handles this sort of thing but he’s out of the country and my windscreen wipers seem to have gone awry! I can’t get the damn things to clean the windscreen,” she tutted. “I couldn’t trouble you to take a look?”

“Not a trouble at all Mrs. Potter.” 

Harold confirmed his suspicions the second he checked under the hood. The washer fluid had run dry. Chuckling softly to himself as he topped it up and closed the bonnet with a satisfying clunk. “All sorted for you Mrs. P. No charge.”

“Oh you are simply wonderful Harold, thank you! Say… your girl goes to St Helen’s doesn’t she? She must be frightfully excited about the formal. Here-” Mrs. Potter opened her purse,pulled out several crisp bank notes and proffered them at him. “Towards her dress. Least I can do to thank you.”

Harold rolled the notes into her palm and gently pushed them back toward her. He would not fleece her for something as basic as wiper fluid. “You’re mighty kind but it was no trouble. Besides my Lily doesn’t want to go to the dance.” He dropped his voice to a hushed whisper in case Lily happened to appear from nowhere. “Had a falling out with her fella, ain’t got a date to speak of you see.” 

“Oh well goodness me that won’t do! It’s a rite of passage! My son doesn’t have a date either, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take her.” 

Harold pondered on it a moment. He’d never been that much of a fan of that Snape boy to start with, even if Lily swore blind the relationship was purely platonic, and the Potters were a respectable family.   

“I assure you he’ll be the perfect gentleman,” Mrs. Potter preened. “He’ll pick her up at seven sharp and have her home before midnight, you have my word.” 

Harold dipped his head appreciatively. Oh, what harm could it possibly do…

*****

James hadn’t moved from his crumpled position in the armchair, legs dangling over the side, playing his Xbox with a sullen expression. Triumphantly Euphemia strode over and slapped his leg playfully with her driving gloves. “You can stop sulking now, young man.” 

James swatted at her half-heartedly. “I am not sulking.”

“Good, because Mummy just got you a date. Even if it meant making herself look a fool to do it.” Harold Evans thinking she was a bit dim was a cheap price to pay for ridding her household of all this teenage angst. 

He groaned. “With who? How? Why?”

“Because I love you, by draining the washer fluid from the Jag, and with Lily Evans. Who else have you been brooding about for days?” She kissed him on the head, enjoying immensely the way he sat bolt upright in his seat, mouth agape.

It's October first... for anyone in jily fandom you know what that means! @jilytoberfest!

I wanted to tackle the 31 prompts a little differently this year, with an homage to those writers who help build our fandom and make it what it is. So here's to all of you who make this place great, old and new <3

[chuuyrr]

omg but could we maybe get more teenager!scarlet witch with tenjiku? maybe their reaction of her dating mikey gasp that sounds fun ngl

tenjiku finding out scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader is dating sano manjiro

jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for tokyo revengers, tenjiku (especially izana) getting heartbroken and jealous, light themes of angst

╰➤ PAIRING(s): semi-platonic! tenjiku x reader, mikey x reader

hello dear anon!! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient, enjoy reading :) the written request was supposed to be purely comical and funny, but i couldn't help myself so i sprinkled in some angst <3

tenjiku had always wondered how you still hadn't had a boyfriend yet. you were kind, loving, and beautiful even. you were practically perfect—an absolute angel sent from above. please, even they have a crush on you, but they will never admit that. you were probably popular at school for your beauty. you were an intelligent person too. you'd help tenjiku out with school related stuff, apart from patching them up whenever they get injured and refused to go to the hospital after picking fights.

they have dropped numerous hints of them liking you, yet you never batted an eye on any of them. it led to them thinking, could you maybe be interested in girls instead? did people at your school felt the same kind of attraction towards you?

anyway, as per usual, tenjiku opted to see you after school, to accompany you and maybe ask you to hang out with them because we know how they miss their sunshine when all of a sudden...

"what the fuck?" rindou uttered, coming to a halt, causing the rest of the important members of tenjiku, whom he was with, to also stop and even bump into him.

"rindou, what the hell?!" shion and mochi scoffed.

"oi, why did you stop?" ran peered down at his younger brother, raising a brow.

"isn't that [name]?" at that, they watched the younger haitani's eyes shrink and his complexion become pale as a sheet of paper as he lifted an index finger towards your direction.

tenjiku's eyes followed suit, and it didn't take long for them to instantly imitate rindou's expression as soon as they caught you outside the campus you go to, talking to a boy your age. he had blonde hair, his front pieces tied back, and was adorned by a familiar oversized gang jacket hanging over his shoulders. 

"who's that?" kakucho's face contorted into confusion.

"that's sano manjiro, the invincible mikey of toman." ran's eyes twitched upon recognition.

"this cannot be." izana found himself clenching his hands into fists. "[name] knows mikey? this whole time?"

they watched from a distance, their eyes darkening when they saw the way your face lit up as you talked to mikey. the way your [color] eyes gleamed, plump lips curved into a smile, and cheeks blushed pink were things you never did to tenjiku whenever you were around them. the way you were acting right now was very different, and seeing you this happy and in-love made their hearts clench rather painfully. putting two and two together, they now know.

you already have someone.

"maybe.. they're just friends? surely not.." kakucho swallowed thickly, clearly in denial, however that immediately backfired when he and everyone saw mikey lean towards you and peck your lips.

their mouths were left hanging in agape.

"WHAT?!"

and then, they panicked because, what the actual fuck! they did not see this one coming. of all people, it had to be sano manjiro, the person that the boss of tenjiku was planning to annihilate.

tenjiku continued to stand there rather menacingly to the public eye, frozen like a statue until mikey had left you, hopping on his motorcycle that had the insignia of toman, but not until you engulfed him in your arms and kissed his cheek in return. god did they want to punch the living daylights of that goddamn guy.

once the coast was clear and mikey had already drifted off somewhere without you, that's when they approached you.

"ah, you guys! he—you paused, sensing how their moods were evidently off today. tenjiku watched your furrow your brows in concern. "are you guys okay? did something happen?"

"yes, something did happen." izana cracked a smile, trying to remain his composure around you.

"did you guys get into a fight? injured maybe?" you bombarded them with questions before gasping, "don't tell me tenjiku lost. who was it? which gang?"

"sweetheart, how long have you been hiding it from us?" shion spoke up, peering down at you.

"eh? what are you guys talking about?" you tipped your head to the side innocently and it made them want to claw themselves because how could anyone be mad at you when you looked so pretty and adorable just like that? tenjiku discreetly loved it when you did that.

"that you have a boyfriend this whole time." mochizuki answered for you, scoffing a bit.

"oh! you saw us, huh?" you chuckled softly as you brought a hand to the nape of your neck in a bashful manner. "did i not tell you guys that i've been dating someone?"

"no..." tenjiku muttered in unison. "you never told us anything."

"really? i thought for sure i did. well, sorry about that!" you scratched the nape of your neck, frowning a bit.

"that boy earlier was mikey, wasn't it?" izana cleared his throat, which you nodded your head at.

"yeah! do you guys know him? he's the leader of tokyo manji gang!" you answered rather enthusiastically, making their hearts break all over again. "he was supposed to fetch me home today, but he has a fight to go to with toman." a sigh was drawn out from your breath.

"we'll fetch you home instead." kakucho offered instantly.

izana folded his arms, smiling rather confidently. "unlike your boyfriend, we have the time."

"that's so sweet of you guys, of course i'd love that." you answered, the smile on your face returning.

"tch, what kind of boyfriend doesn't have time for their girl?" izana shook his head.

"it's okay. mikey is not a bad boyfriend, i swear." you assured izana, waving your hands in the air to disagree. "this is just how it is. though i want to accompany him and support him whenever he and toman fights, my dad and him have a deal."

"a deal? so, your dad knows him? he's okay with it?" rindou inquired, a bit surprised, and low-key jealous at the fact that your dad, which they have heard of was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer from you, knows mikey and has given him the blessing to date you.

"mhm, he does know mikey, and it even took him awhile to let me date mikey. at first, he didn't like the idea of a delinquent being with me, but in time, when he saw how mikey treats me and how we are together, he became okay with it, but he set a lot of rules for us." you found yourself recalling mikey's meeting with gojo, megumi, and the rest of the sorcerers you knew for the first time when you introduced him to them. "my dad's really strict about them too."

"rules?" tenjiku found themselves gulping.

"yeah, mikey used to pull me out of classes for motorcycle rides, but we stopped doing that because my dad doesn't like him interrupting my studies—that's one of the rules. there are a few other rules, such as we can't be alone at home and must always leave the door open, but one rule that my dad is very strict about is mikey involving me in his gang stuff and all. dad thinks i might turn into a delinquent. i might have wiggly-woos magic but i don't use it to kick ass, i only use it for exorcising curse and helping people, even if i can bring a whole gang down within just a snap of my fingers!" you ranted, folding your arms across your chest as you walked down the sidewalk together with tenjiku.

'huh, good for him.' tenjiku thought in unison.

"are you sure mikey's treating you right? because if he's not, we'll gladly beat his ass." ran extended a hand to your head, ruffling your hair.

"guys, i'm good. we're good, i swear, and please don't do that. i love mikey, and he loves me too." you nodded your head, smiling at ran. "you guys don't have to do that."

"we just don't want some bastard breaking your heart. you will always have us. we're for you, okay?" izana said in assurance, taking a hold of your wrist. "as long as you're happy, we'll.. be happy too."

"thank you, izana-kun, and everyone!" you said in gratitude.

bonus scene:

tenjiku were on their way back to yokohama after they had spent their afternoon time with you, and fetched you home, when izana halted and found himself kicking an empty can of soda lying in his path. this made tenjiku flinch.

"izana..." kakucho muttered quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort.

"i still can't believe it. of all people, why did it have to be mikey?! that mikey!" the white haired boy scowled as he proceeded to kick another rubbish out of anger.

"tch, i can't believe it either." rindou averted his eyes away to the side, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"none of us do." mochizuki clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"i was going to wait for [name] to finish her studies..." izana ran his fingers through the locks of his white hair.

"so, what now?" ran raised the question. "aren't we supposed to go after mikey and toman?"

"i can't fight mikey anymore."

izana hung his head low before shaking it side to side, causing everyone to snap their heads towards him.

"what?!" they all cried out, looking at izana as if he had gone mad.

if izana was being honest, it made him despise mikey even more. he wanted to absolutely destroy him more than ever. not only was he the one thing that shinichiro used to talk about often, mikey has you.

it was just so unfair.

why did mikey have everything?

why couldn't he at least have you?

izana lifted his head not long after and for the first time, they saw the cunning and ruthless boss of tenjiku look so vulnerable with tears visibly glazing his amethyst eyes.

"[name] loves mikey, and he makes [name] extremely happy. i can't take that happiness from her. you've also seen it, haven't you? the way [name] looks when she's around him, or even just by mentioning him." izana's lips quivered, and the next thing they knew, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"i want [name] to be happy."

[hoshi-spook]

#— xu minghao “platonic”

friends to lovers angst & fluff 1.08k words

“Minghao, what’s wrong with you?” You asked, with a sharp pang in your heart. His eyes avoided you, darting to every area of the room that didn’t have you in sight. Usually, you would go to Minghao’s house every weekend to hang out, and usually when you left to go anywhere you wouldn’t leave without saying ‘I love you’. It’s always been said platonically, and that was a problem that’d only recently occurred to Minghao. Like a ton of bricks, it crashed on him. He didn’t love you in the way he should’ve; and so it only felt wrong to say it back to you, when he knew his meaning was far different to your own. But now, you stood in the doorway, refusing to move and letting the bitter air inside. You had the face of a smacked child, and your heart felt heavy.

“Nothing is wrong Yn, just go to the shops before it’s dark.” Minghao sighed, waving his hand to usher you out of the door. He didn’t have the strength to argue with you, nor did he have the words to explain, or the excuses to justify.

“Why aren’t you saying it back, did I do something wrong?” You asked. Perhaps you were acting childish, it wasn’t a big deal anyway. You weren’t sure why it hurt so much, like a punch in the stomach, a stinging pinch in your heart; it wasn’t like Minghao was obliged to say it back to you - it’s not like you were committed to each other or anything. That’s when you put the pieces together. You weren’t committed to each other, Minghao didn’t have to love you like you loved him, and it stung - everything stung, from the ache in your heart to the tears in the back of your eyes.

“Yn why’re you making such a big deal out of this? Just go to the shop, it’s getting late and I don’t want you walking around in the dark.” Minghao gulped. He really wanted to move on from this, he hadn’t given himself enough time to prepare a confession, and admitting his feelings in the heat of the moment he knew could potentially destroy your friendship, and he cherished you too much by now for that to happen.

“No, say it back.” You retorted firmly, eyes glaring into him. God this was pathetic, and you for sure felt embarrassed but you couldn’t stop yourself, you needed to hear him say it back to mend at least a little bit of your breaking heart. “We always say it to each other, for years we’ve always said it, why are you suddenly being like this?”

The tears in your eyes were humiliating you, this all felt so immature; Minghao was right, you were making a big deal out of it, but it was out of your control now. And Minghao could only watch silently, mouth agape and heart racing. He didn’t expect it to affect you this badly - he didn’t expect it to affect you at all! The words he needed to say were clogged in his throat and he was frozen in place on the sofa. The two of you were just staring in a dead silence - apart from your snivelling and the cries you tried to swallow down. If there was one thing Minghao hated most in the world, it was seeing you in any kind of distress.

“I love you.” He said suddenly, a bit too fast and eager than he intended to say it, but he said it. He shot up from the sofa, rushing to console you in your sensitive state. His words made you cry a little harder and you tried to step away from his touch, purely out of shame and mortification. “I love you, okay? There, please don’t cry.”

“You’re only saying that because I told you to!”

“No! I do love you Yn,” He exclaimed. It was all coming out now, and Minghao had no power over the words that were waterfalling from his mouth. “I mean it, I’m not just saying it for the sake of it. It’s just,” Minghao breathed in, thinking about how he was putting this friendship on the line. But, there was no going back now. “It’s just, I really love you, in a way that I definitely shouldn’t. And I didn’t wanna say it back because it, well, it hurts. Knowing that, you know, we don’t love each other the same-”

“Says who.” You blurted, your glossy eyes wide and hopeful. Minghao was taken aback, finding an inability to form any kind of sentence at all. “Who said I don’t love you like you love me.” Your throat was closing up and your legs were about to give in and buckle.

“Do you mean that,” Minghao uttered breathlessly. “Promise me you’re sure of what you’re saying right now.”

“I’m sure, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

And that was Minghao’s green light. His hands flew to cup both sides of your face, screwing his eyes shut before he had a single second to hesitate, and he connected your lips to his. A wash of relief flooded his body when he felt you reciprocate immediately, not one moment of delay in your actions. If he could, he would’ve stayed like that forever - but his chest was tightening with the lack of air, and so he pulled back. When your eyes met, you never missed how his pupils expanded, practically taking up his whole iris.

Whilst the two of you stared at each other, his hands never left your face; his thumbs stroked against the apples of your cheeks. The warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest could only expand so much before you burst into a beaming grin, a song of laughter, which sounded just so heavenly to Minghao, erupting from the back of your throat. Your arms latched around the back of his neck as you pulled yourself as close to his chest as humanly possible. And the two of you stayed like that for a while, tight in the others embrace.

“I’m going to go to the shop now,” You said when you broke away, the dumb smile never leaving your face. Minghao’s expression only mirrored yours though. “I love you.” You said, eyes widening in a playful manner as you waited expectantly for his answer.

Minghao only laughed loudly and wholeheartedly, leaning in again for a sweet, but brisk kiss. “I love you too..”

[sweetlyocs]

Phoenix & Her Types of Love (NCT DREAM)

Mark

PHILIA – AFFECTIONATE, FRIENDLY LOVE

Mark wasn’t the first person she had ever trusted but he was her biggest motivation and to her, she would follow him anywhere. The two are bonded in such a way that they are willing to sacrifice themselves to ensure that the other is able to achieve their own goals, it has landed them in some arguments but at the end of the day it’s one of their main ways to show how they truly love one another. They are the storybook dream of what a best friend should include and they can always find their way back to each other

Jeno

AGAPE – SELFLESS, UNIVERSAL LOVE

Jeno has never hidden how he cares for Phoenix, the two have been close for most of their lives but Phoenix is always in awe of how much he can give. She feels that she lacks quite a lot in their relationship so whenever she gets to experience his kindness she tries to use that to help another, whether that be Jeno, another member or even a stranger. Jeno has taught her many things through his love so she tries to use those lessons daily

Renjun

PHILAUTIA – SELF LOVE

Phoenix has had to witness many dark nights as a team mate of Renjun’s so she found it key to slowly incorporate lessons in self care to him. Phoenix made it a point to ensure that he understood how much love and kindness he deserves by in tern, leading by example. Though if one is too caught in themselves, the other is there to remind and humble them

Haechan

LUDUS – PLAYFUL, FLIRTATIOUS LOVE

The bond and love between Haechan and Somin is that teasing, what if kind of love that never goes too far. They are aware of any kind of attraction and are not immune to acting on their feelings rather than proper thoughts but they are easily able to slip back into straight platonic ventures too. They prefer to keep a playful image in front of others but provide comforting support behind closed doors

Jaemin

EROS – ROMANTIC, PASSIONATE LOVE (OF THE BODY)

The blurred lines sit strongly between Jaemin and Phoenix, as the two have never thought about hiding any kind of emotion from the other. Jaemin and Somin have gotten caught up in the moment many of times and when this happens they act purely on the world appearing through rose coloured glasses. The two have a love shared through many different foundations and its those bonds that make their small reincarnated lovers trope so strong. Phoenix finds the romance in the world with Jaemin and finds herself comparing her future with her present, building unwavering and unrealistic expectations for herself and her future partner

Chenle

STORGE – UNCONDITIONAL, FAMILIAL LOVE

Phoenix’s love for Chenle is at times very selfish, she finds herself needing to have him to hold and love much like a mother even if he isn’t wanting to return the favour. When they became close when he was young the older would love to dote on him and appear at his every call to which he loved the attention of. As he’s grown, Phoenix has felt herself feel as if she isn’t as widely needed and that has lead her to grow other kinds of loves but her forever unconditional will always be Chenle. 

Jisung 

PRAGMA – COMMITTED, LONG-LASTING LOVE

Phoenix never felt the need to coddle and baby Jisung which in turn made the two closer in other ways, mainly the fact that she allowed him to grow in ways he felt suffocated - sharing his dreams, insecurities and how he endured what they were facing. The two are muchly in sync and often communicate without words but their bond is one that is constantly nurtured and left to grow which has resulted in what Somin feels as the most beautiful love she has in NCT. Jisung is someone that she always see’s in her future and one that she knows will be protecting her from all sides at every moment

[amphxtrite]

cedric diggory x fem!reader

part two: Dreamiest Boy in School.

warnings: smut, shower sex, swearing, oral (female receiving), masturbation.

If you are not comfortable please do not read.

summary: Cedric’s been in love with you for years. What will he do when he catches the reader moaning his name after a quidditch game in the prefect’s bathroom. Fluff at the end.

a/n: characters are 18+ and it is fully consensual.

word count: 4.2k

enjoy<3

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Cedric first met you in his fifth year when he’d first been appointed captain of the hufflepuff team, it was your first time trying out despite also being in your fifth, but it was no secret that it wasn’t your first time on the pitch. You were a natural, blocking quaffles with ease, letting none enter the goal. Your movements were smooth, elegant, but forceful, effectively getting the job done, but truly showing off the art of flying. Cedric had to forcibly pinch himself after you touched down. 

Today was a rough game against gryffindor, It went on much longer than it needed to with Ms. Pink Toad calling random people from the pitch and ‘hem hemming’ every time someone managed to score a goal. When Cedric had eventually caught the snitch, he had to deal with a ten minute long speech from Umbridge speaking of his bravery and strength, he cut it short after she began to run her hands over his face.

Now came Cedric’s favourite part of the game, his friends had already congratulated him on the win, but he was close by you and your friends as you touched down from the goal post. You were distributing high-fives to everyone, even throwing Cedric a quick thumbs up before running to your gym bag and taking a long sip from your water bottle. Here it comes, your pupils glance from side to side, scanning the area before grabbing the hem of your jersey to dab at the sweat running down your face. No one on the team cared you did this, but you still felt weird randomly pulling your jersey up to clean off your face. You did this after every practice and game, and although he didn’t mean to intrude Cedric found himself gazing at you often.

Cedric takes his bottom lip into his teeth as he looks to the grass beneath him, his thoughts running wild. He pictures what it would be like if he was the one pulling at your shirt, slowly pushing it up your gorgeous body as you beg him to take it off, rolling your hips desperately against his. The seeker’s pants were starting to get a little more constricting at the thought.

Ever since his first time seeing you at the pitch, he’d find himself thinking of you this way a lot. His name spilling from your lips, mouth agape, legs quivering. It kept him awake often, thinking about you. Imagining the feeling of your lips pressed to his as he rocked his hips in and out of you. He didn’t appreciate the sinful thoughts encasing his mind every time he saw you, it drove him insane. Any time you licked your lips, shook out your hair, smirked or even simply laughed, he’d have to excuse himself to rid of the heat from his face.

It was even worse the two of you had become close friends in the last two years, you were the person to help and train him for the triwizard tournament, working out with him often and supporting him through his challenges, also being his unofficial ‘date’ to the ball. You pushed him well, preparing him for the physical challenges that lay ahead in the contest, but only having his crush grow as you worked by his side and hugged him good luck. After he won, you were one of the first people he went to after his father. You had jumped into his arms and held him tight as he recounted the story of how Voldemort had stunned him and Harry had saved his life. Upon finishing  the story, you had kissed him on the cheek and whispered.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if you were gone.”

He knew then that he was never going to let you go.

Cedric did his best to put your friendship first, reminding himself of your platonic status and your great history. He couldn’t jeopardize it all, even if he fancied you. Running himself a cold shower after stripping down his robes in the prefect’s bathroom, he tries to place his thoughts in a different headspace. He ignores his surroundings as he tries to rid himself of the dirty images, letting the cold water stream onto his face. It was practically useless, his mind drifted back to your lips pulled between your teeth or how your lips felt against his cheek after each hit of cold water. With one small thought, his arousal and need grows.

Sighing quietly and shutting the tap off, the hufflepuff head boy wraps a towel around his waist as he picks up his bag to begin getting changed. Halfway to zip open his bag, he can hear a shaky voice calling, not to far away.

“Oh f-fuck Ced.” 

Body immediately going rigid, the wide-eyed boy regains his train of thought and remembering where he is, glancing around the showers. The voice was so familiar, close.

So... dream-like. Sifting through his memories to match the voice, he thinks of people close to him that were also prefects or head girls, the only person to came to mind was you, but that was impossible. What were you doing saying his name so beautifully.

“Faster, please.” The voice rang out again in a softer mewl. The brunette’s cheeks light on fire as the voice finally registers in his ears, no doubt it was your soft cry. Despite his better judgment, Cedric needed to check this out. To make sure he wasn’t just imagining your voice begging for him.

As he approaches the shower he hears the voice from, he can hear a heavy pant and a shower getting louder. Standing before the closed curtain. His hand hovering over top the thin material, he mentally debates this, perhaps he was wrong. He might’ve misheard, and the he’d be barging in on a random girl. Pulling his hand away he turn to leave, but another moan perks his attention.

“F-fuck Cedric, I-I’m gonna c-cum.” A quivering whimper, cries his name again.

He’d heard you say his name about a million times, cheering him on, talking to him, laughing out his name. That was you inside, about to cum to his image.

Not able to take it anymore and he rips open the shower curtain, his cock springing up under the towel and pure desire taking over his senses. There you were, damp hair streaming down your shoulders, leaning against a wall with one hand on your breast and the other deep between your legs, pushing in and out at a rapid pace, practically sobbing for release.

“Are you masturbating?”

You barely register the soft question, but as your eyes open they instantly flash with horror and you immediately pull your hands away from your body, meeting gazes with a wide-eyed Cedric. A flood of embarrassment consumes you, he must have heard you. Merlin, you felt disgusting.

“Oh my gosh Cedric I’m so sorry!” You apologize frantically, rushing to grab your towel and cover yourself as tears of self-consciousness begin to well in your eyes. “I didn’t- I’m so sorry.” You try and push him out of your way, but Cedric will not let you pass, his grey eyes still staring holes into you. Agonizing seconds pass as he simply looks you down, your head swiveling around to look anywhere but his stoic gaze. 

Finally smirks in amusement, Cedric reaches over and takes your chin in between his fingers, forcing your head up to meet his eyes, you ready yourself for a lecture, or maybe screams, but it doesn’t come.

“I like the way you said my name.” Cedric teases, pushing you back into the running shower.

“Hands between your thighs and on your breast, were you thinking about this?” Cedric purrs, pushing you against the smooth wall and pressing his chest against yours, slowly rocking his hard on against your sensitive clit with the rough towel around his waist. 

“Imagining me taking you in the shower, fucking you against the wall and whispering dirty thoughts into your ear?” He continues in a low voice, continuing the gentle rock of his hips.

Your mouth drops open at Cedric’s reaction and the waves of pleasure clouding your senses. “Answer me.” Cedric growls, pushing harder against you and encasing you in his arms, his elbows by your head and his forearms against the wall. “Y-yes, I-I was.” your soft voice breathes out. “Yes, who?” Cedric grins, his eyes growing dark with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him. “Yes Cedric.” You moan as the toned hufflepuff continues to roll his hips slowly, an approving smirk spreading on his lips. 

 “You don’t know how long I’ve wished to do this love.” Cedric begins to nip at your neck, sucking and kissing around until he finds the spot that makes your breath hitch. You bite your lip to suppress the upcoming moan.

“Stop.” Cedric’s needy voice growls at you. “The only one who’ll be biting those lips is me.” He states, desire lacing every word.

Roughly pushing his lips against yours in a heated kiss, his warm tongue swirls around your mouth, drinking in your intoxicating taste and gliding his rough fingertips up and down your body, memorizing every curve before coming to rest on your hips. Your teeth clash, pleasure and heat travel to your core, fueling your arousal as a hard member prods at you from under Cedric’s dangerously low towel. 

“Besides, I want the whole castle to know you’re mine.” The grey-eyed hufflepuff bucks his hips into yours again making you squirm. “C-Cedric!” You cry out, wrapping your arms around his muscular shoulders and digging your nails into your champion’s back, the steam in the shower clouds your perception even more, all you could sense was Cedric’s body against yours, every muscle every scar. Cedric’s teasing lips pull up again as you begin to ramble.

“I-I need you.” you beg nervously, grinding your hips against the soaked material of Cedric’s towel.

“Would you like my fingers or my tongue love.” Cedric’s cool digits brush the inside of your thighs, you nearly jump at the feeling. “Both.” You manage to whimper out as Cedric’s hard stare bores into you.

“Dirty girl.” He smirks teasingly, his voice smooth as satin and dark as sin. “Beg for it.”

You could feel your arousal growing at Cedric’s words. You’d never seen him as the type to wish his partner to beg, but Merlin you weren’t complaining.

“Please Cedric, I need you. You make me feel so fucking good, please don’t stop, let the whole castle know who I belong to.” 

Your champion’s eyes go from a piercing grey to almost black as lust and arousal course through his veins. He slowly lowers himself to the ground, pressing kisses all the way down to where you needed him most. Cedric takes his time spreading your legs apart and kissing up your inner thighs and blowing on your clit, sending shockwaves up your trembling form. He looks back up at you as he leans forwards and licks a stripe through your folds and begins to swirl his tongue around your clit. Your thoughts run cold, all that consumes your mind was the ecstasy running through your veins, Cedric flicking his tongue around your sex, fucking you with his tongue and lapping hungrily at your sweet juices.

“Oh fuck Cedric, please don’t stop.” Your mewling voice begs needlingly, breathing heavily to keep yourself from falling over. 

Cedric smiles into you and slowly teases his fingers around your entrance, tracing along the edge of your slit before sinking two long digits into your wetness. spots flash in front of your eyes as your head falls back against the wall. Cedric pulls and pushes his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, twisting them around and bending slightly as your walls grow tighter around him. He uses his body to keep your legs from doubling over in pleasure and continues to ravage you with both his tongue and fingers. flicking and sucking at your bundle of nerves while thrusting his fingers in and out of your core. A familiar knot begins to form and you dig your hand into Cedric’s damp hair, pulling him closer to you and desperately rocking your hips against his face, desperate for any more friction he could give you. Cedric chuckles at your moaning form. Sending even more delicious vibrations to your sensitive clit, as moans mix with longing cries of your lover’s name. Cedric pulls his mouth away, bringing himself to a standing position, still burying his fingers in you, replacing his tongue with his calloused thumb to massage your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“You don’t know what you do to me darling. How does it make you feel that you give me a hard-on every time you lift that shirt up to wipe your face? Every time you bite that gorgeous lip, or flip your hair you’d have me wanting to bend you over and fuck you senseless.”

You try and respond, but the pleasure Cedric was giving to you was all your mind could take. The sound of his fingers pounding into your wet core and Cedric’s deep pants were driving you insane. You can only moan in response and crash your lips against his again. You can taste yourself as Cedric dips his tongue against yours, nibbling on your lip and picking up his pace with his fingers. A familiar knot forms in your abdomen and you have to pull away from Cedric’s lips to moan and arch your back even more, you can feel your walls clenching tighter against the rough fingers pounding in and out of you.

All at once the knot snaps and waves upon waves of euphoria washes over you and consuming your vision in white. Crying out Cedric’s name over and over again, the brunette helps you ride out your high, continuing to pulse his fingers in your clenching hole and kneeling down again to lap up your juices as you moan out and rock your hips gently, Cedric’s cock begins to twitch like mad watching he waves of cum spill from your core, but he takes his time, savoring every drop of your sex.

Cedric is practically beaming with pride as he stands again, holding the back of your head in his large hand. 

“So sweet love.” He smirks, wiping a drop of your cum off of his bottom lip with his thumb and licking it off slowly, keeping direct eye contact with you. Your face was red, your legs quivering, and deep breaths sounding from your lips.

“I’m not done with you yet darling.” Cedric drops the towel from his waist and boxes you in his arms again.

“You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.” The toned seeker teases in a dark voice.

Feeling his length against your stomach you bite back a moan, fuck he was big. You were unsure what to do, but taking his twitching cock into your hand, you pump his length experimentally, receiving a soft moan in return. Picking up the pace, you spread the precum on his tip as a lubricant. Working your hand against him, he reconnects your lips, a soft whimper flowing from Cedric’s lips. You keep using your hand to pleasure your champion, but Cedric can’t take it anymore.

“I need to be inside of you darling.” Cedric rasps, reluctantly pulling your hand from his throbbing tip and wrapping his arms around you.

“jump.”

Without hesitation you leap up and wrap your legs around Cedric’s hips and he presses you against the wall for support.

“Ready Love?” Cedric smirks, his hands squeezing your ass and cock teasing your soft folds.

“Shut up and take me Diggory.”

Cedric wastes no time sinking into you, slowly at first, letting you adjust to his thick shaft, small grunts sounding from your lips as Cedric sink deeper.

“You’re taking me so well darling, f-fuck.” Cedric groans, sticking his head in the crook of your neck, nibbling on your sensitive skin and squeezing your hips.

Tears prick in your eyes as Cedric bottoms out in you, burying your hand in his wet brown curls you whimper at the feeling of being so full.

After a couple moments the pain turns to pleasure and you shimmy around motioning to Cedric it’s okay to move. The brunette begins to thrust in and out of you, slow at first, but soon finding a rhythm, pulling in and out of you in a quick pace, thrusting out to almost his tip before burying himself to the hilt inside you once again.

“Faster Cedric.” your pleading voice gasps and pleads.

Cedric obliges, snapping his hips back and forth to the point you see spots in your vision and you’re dragging your nails down your champions back. Cedric frantically presses his lips against yours again as he groans loudly. You swallow the moan in the kiss and cup your hands around Cedric’s defined jawline, pulling him closer and clenching your core in surprise as he pushes his thumb to your clit.

Your reaction pulls another breathy moan from Cedric, but his thrusts don’t stop. He continues to pound into you, his desire out weighing any tiredness that should’ve been.

Your loud moans only egg him on further. Your sinful, desperate pleas for more drive him insane. Arching your back and rolling your hips, Cedric pounds even further into you.

“Fuck Cedric, right there.” Your loud beg cries out and Cedric smirks, slamming his hips into your spot over and over again. Screams of pleasure and sighs of satisfaction fill the air. Wet sounds of skin on skin ring throughout the large bathroom as Cedric sinks deep into you with each needy thrust.

Parting your lips, another choked moan is pulled from your lips and your vision goes blank once again as your coil snaps and your grip tightens on Cedric. Your champion doesn’t stop, his thrusts are still merciless and needy, but as your slit clenches his cock in a tight hold, his thrust becomes lazier and he can feel his release coming soon.

“You make me feel so good Ced, I’ve had my hand in between my legs thinking about this for so long, o-oh fuck.” You moan in a teasing voice against the brunettes ear. You can feel Cedric’s upper body go rigid as he uses the last of his strength to snap his hips into yours like his life depended on it. Your dirty talk making him imagine your naked body lying on your bed, moaning out his name, probably only a hallway away from him. Years of lust and love fuel his next thrusts. Every time he’d painfully gotten hard because of you, every time he imagined you underneath him and making you scream his name in ecstasy was all coming true and groaning your name into the crook of your neck he snaps his hips in a desperate thrust one more time before releasing all over your tight walls, his body pulsing in euphoria sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being.

Your eyes roll back and your legs jolt at his powerful stream, thanking Merlin you had taken the potion to help with cramps not too long ago. You begin to roll your hips lazily to help Cedric ride out his orgasm, your core practically numb with pleasure and your entire body exhausted. Cedric is panting heavily, his hand buried in your hair and his other still supports your body. He gives your bum a small squeeze, your body still against the wall and his still pressed to yours in support, letting the warm water from the tap relax your tired muscles and wash the proof of your pleasures off of your legs, while still intimately connected.

Cedric smiles as he looks deep into your eyes, still panting heavily, but now with nervousness and a slight anxiety. He couldn’t keep his true feelings from you any longer.

“You know I love you right?” The hufflepuff head boy confesses, running a hand down the side of your face.

“I’d hope so, considering you just fucked me senseless.” You giggle and wrap your arms around Cedric’s toned shoulders. 

Your giggle dies down to a grin and a pink blush makes it’s way onto your face as you look down to see the two of you still connected

“I love you too.” You smile earnestly, a smile playing on your lips and you press a kiss to Cedric’s pink cheek. “I’ve loved you since those days in fifth year when I trained with you, you don’t know how relieved I was you survived, and with Umbridge around I thought I might never get the chance to confess.” Your emotions come through and Cedric has to blink the pure happiness from his eyes to respond.

“I’ve loved you since the moment you came rushing into my arms after the maze, I had a crush on you before, but i’ll never forget when you said those words, I knew I’d never let you go.” Cedric’s smile falters a bit as your stare drops to his lips.

“C-can I kiss you?” His face grows closer to yours.

“Didn’t ask for permission while you were cumming in me.” You tease, peppering kisses all around Cedric’s handsome features as his face grows hot in embarrassment.

“I-Is that a yes?” He murmurs hopefully, your soft lips trailing down his jawline.

You smile and press a kiss to the corner of Cedric’s mouth.

“As long as I can be your girl.” You giggle.

Cedric immediately pushes his lips to yours in a more delicate, but wanting kiss. Taking his time now to show you his adoration and care for you. The sounds of your lips molding together sounding through the large shower. Cedric runs his tongue through your mouth again, slowly this time, sighing at the taste of your after-game drink and the light taste of strawberry chap stick that remained on the inside your lips, begging to be found and appreciated.

As Cedric continues to ravage your mouth you run your hands up and down his chest and abs, taking deep breaths of his autumn like scent. Campfire, vanilla and honey were the most prominent, while his aftershave also offered a sharp, wood like smell.

“I love you y/n, so much. It would be an honor to have you as my girl.” Cedric sighs against your lips, placing one final peck before pulling away and grinning like a little kid. A smile begins to form on your face.

“Hey, did you think you could, you know.” You awkwardly motion down towards where you were still intertwined. “My legs are kid of sore.” Cedric’s eyes widen in realization and he nods frantically, apologies spilling from his lips as he slowly pulls out of you with a small ‘pop.’ Cedric lowers your feet to the ground and begins to back up, but the sudden weight removed from your body made your legs forget how to move and you crash into Cedric’s chest again.

Your legs felt numb and you couldn’t get them to move properly without falling. Cedric does his best to hide his pride as your lips pull into a frown, but a small smirk emerges as he bites his lip to stop it. He glances down and also notices the small purple love bites littering your neck and he almost beams.

“I hope you’re happy with yourself Ced, I can’t walk.” You roll your eyes at his useless attempt to stop his smile.

“I am, and I must say you look absolutely ravishing sporting my love bites darling.” He grins darkly, but a light chuckle breaks free.

“Alright let’s get you dressed, come on.” Cedric turns the tap off before leaning over again and catching your legs in his arms, carrying you bridal style out of shower, grabbing your towel and gym bag on the way out.

Placing you down on a bench, he grabs his own fluffy, white towel from his bag. Using it to pat your hair and body dry, making sure to get every inch of your body, and being careful around your intimate parts as you winced often. Grabbing another school-provided towel, he pats his upper-body dry before tying the cloth around his waist. Shaking out his damp hair, he grabs your bag and places it next to you.

“Do you think you can do it yourself darling?” His voice is filled with concern, but you nod and zip open your bag. Cedric turns to his own clothes and after tugging on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, wipes his hair dry before throwing on a t-shirt.

He turns to see you in a black sports bra, tugging on a pair of black tights, but unable to get them up your bum. Cedric smirks, walking over to you and pulling you up, holding you against him as a support while you finally get the leggings on. He sits you back down before pulling a jumper out of his bag and slipping it over your head.

The sweater seems to swallow you whole and it takes a moment to find the holes for your arms. You thank Cedric and sigh at being engulfed in Cedric’s sweet scent, pulling the jumper over your nose and smiling in content.

“You look better in my clothes than I do.” Cedric smirks happily, pulling you up again and interlocking your hands.

“Well in that case I guess I’ll keep it.” You grin, slipping on your sneakers and following Cedric out the prefect bathroom to the best of your abilities, having to stop often due to the aftershock of Cedric’s desperate pounding. Finally resorting to Cedric carrying you once again. Thankfully Dolores and her goons seemed to be missing from the scene.

Finally making it back to the hufflepuff common room, Cedric sneaks you into his dorm and closes the canopy around his four poster bed. Breathing out in content, The head boy cuddles you into his chest and wraps his arms around your torso.

“Can’t believe you’re actually here on my bed with me, I’ve only dreamt of this.” Cedric murmurs giddily, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your nose.

You snake your arms around Cedric’s broad chest and cuddle closer to him.

“I’m never letting you go, you know that.” Your champion teases, kissing your hairline.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You reassure, closing your eyes tiredly and slowly drifting off, exhaustion from the day's activities getting to you.

Cedric peers down at you a happy smile resting on his lips as he too yawns and relaxes into his pillow. This day couldn’t have gone any better. He won the game, fucked you in the shower and now he’s cuddling you in his bed. His blush reappears onto his cheeks as your breathy moans engrave themselves into his brain, but pride takes over as he reminds himself it was him who made you moan like that. Peppering kisses on your forehead he finally closes his eyes and replays your evening with a small smirk.

This is my first time writing smut so tips would be appreciated!

[yerimichi10]

LEVI AND HANGE RELATIONSHIP ANALYSIS

Nowadays, people tend to look for label between two people, even between two fictional characters. We tend to look for label as it gives confirmation if our ship is canon or not.

Another fact is that our generation is more entertained with material things (like sex, kisses, material stuff and etc.) to prove that you like someone. Slow-burn romance, courting, date to marry is considered old school. With that, a lot of friendships and relationships became “broken” because some prefer the material stuff rather than communication between with each other.

As we all know, communication is one of the prime foundation in a relationship. And this is what Levi and Hange had shown.

Also I'm sure Levi and Hange didn't immediately understood each other... They were like strangers, there's no connection yet

They took time to get used to each other and eventually as time passes by it reached the point where they don't even need words to know what the other is thinking

As time goes on, both of them had shown an exceptional communication between each other. For example, the picture below. Another thing is that despite having a rate of 2/10 in teamwork, Levi worked and coordinated perfectly with Hange Zoe.

They are like a set. One could function properly without the other. Just like the saying, birds with the same feather flock together.

Also one factor about their relationship/ bond is that they suffered together and the ones that suffered together, they are always right there by each other's side through tough times and they are each other's emotional support.

They were for each other through thick and thin.

They have a bond that can surpass the bond of married people. A bond that they only have for each other.Just their actions itself, there is already an implication of love.

However, despite the presented facts some fans still deny the existence of their unbreakable bond. As it lacks of “label” and (maybe) physical and explicit contact.

As for me, their relationship doesn’t need a label for no label can describe their relationship.

Sure, their relationship is a complex and confusing one. But that’s their “trademark”.

LeviHan’s relationship with each other is too beautiful, too complex to the point that no words can explain.It is so pure to the point that it can be considered as an agape.

To sum up everything, they're not just each other's half, they are a whole that completes each other, it can be not just romantic or platonic love, but it is an unconditional love. It is a type of love that can surpass even death. A type of love that cannot be broke even if death came in to picture.

Also,their bond is not just a ship that can give butterflies in your stomach, their bond is a bond that can transcend for a lifetime.

special thanks to @fantasyphs , @errorzyntax & @sweatyfiction for helping me out

[thoughtsfromacassiopeiae]

thinking about the death scene at the finale of Rogue One...

listen - this was the movie, out of the whole franchise, that made me really sit up and take pause. this is the movie that stuck with me. this is the only movie that really made me care. that final scene - Jyn and Cassian on the beach at Scarif, embracing in the face of death - broke me. i can’t stop thinking about it; it’s like my heart is full to bursting with a million different feelings: a memento mori, a celebration and an elegy, snapshot of every beautiful, brave, sad thing i’ve ever been honored to witness.

there is something so enduring and so unspeakably human about that moment. imagine: two strangers, thrust together by circumstance, faced with an impossible problem, given no time at all to solve it. none of them should have made it as far as they did. they did by luck, or grit, or both, or neither - maybe fate, maybe the Force, whatever you want to call it - but by the gods they did it. and doesn’t every hero deserve to be sung for it? that’s what the movies tell us.

but the crew of Rogue One never came home to medals and honor. their names weren’t engraved in the foundations of temples built to house generations to come. nobody knew them after they died, not really. not as far as the rest of the main movie canon goes.

it was just Jyn and Cassian, in the end, having reconciled their differences in the course of hardly the blink of a cosmological eye - having gone from hating each other, struggling over conflicting ideals, to working together - knowing they’d done it. at a great cost - but not too great for them. for them it was worth it. that brought them together, among other things - that unerring faith in the Rebel cause, in saving others’ lives at the expense of their own.

it was just the two of them kneeling in the sand, already wounded, staring up at the thing that would kill them, knowing it would kill them, knowing they could do nothing to stop it. knowing nobody would come for them.

i have seen fans argue over whether Jyn and Cassian had a romance. some say yes; others assert that it was a strictly platonic camaraderie, born of necessity and grudging respect.

but can you even ask whether it’s something as simple and mundane as romance when you’ve been through, together, what they had? can you say that a bond so fundamental, so ageless, as holding one another in the face of death is comparable to merely a romance?

they loved each other, Jyn and Cassian, in that moment, as surely and purely as stars shine and fade. how? that is for them to say. and of course they couldn’t say either way, and maybe it doesn’t matter; they are just stories, really, but to us - we who sing their names in reflection of our own selves - they are real, for they’re parts of us. it could have been any one of us on that beach - not that beach, but one here on our planet, in our reality, or not on a beach at all, but anywhere, facing down certain death the same way, in sickness or health, alone or together. the bravery, the love, is the same.

the way they held each other was unutterably profound to me. the way they looked at each other in that elevator ride down - can you call any of this romance? courtship? it’s almost crass next to the tragic, lovely depth of what it all really was. that image of them on the beach, her eyes reflecting the orange glow of the onrushing wave of plasma, his hands on her back, after all their bickering, all that loss - it strips them down to the barest parts of their humanity, the agape, the unyielding love.

(a particular thing that stays with me from those moments on the beach: “Your father would have been proud of you, Jyn.” Cassian had been about to kill Galen before that, yes - another stranger to him, as Jyn had once also been. but on Scarif he understood at last what - who - Jyn loved. he understood that her love was perhaps not so alien - that it was worthy - that there was honor in it. he honored her love for her father, and by that, he loved her, too.)

on another planet, in another realm, under better circumstances, might they have had the time and space to become lovers? sure, yes, i’d like to believe it - there was respect there by the end of it all, there was compassion and an unspoken willingness to work together, and at times, unexpected tenderness. that moment in the tower when he falls and she calls out his name, and hesitates -

but that wasn’t their story. what was their story left an indelible mark on me - small, but enduring - and that is why it’s the only movie in the franchise i’ve bothered to re-watch; and it holds up just the same this time as the first.

in a kinder world i’d like to believe they'd’ve had the chance to fall the rest of the way in love.

[husbandograveyard]

This is part of the Awkward Fluff Collab I am doing with @burnthoneymint​ and @some-piece​ (who made the banner!).  Prompt: We wake up in one bed. Neither of us have an idea what happened. Requested by: Anonymous 

2nd person. Genderneutral reader. No warnings, just fluff!

Your head was pounding. That was the very first thing you noticed when you woke up. The pounding of your head, in sync with the beating of your heart. You had a ringing in your ears and you wanted to shut your eyes even tighter than they already were. You tried to open your eyes, but the brightness of the sun peeping through the window was already way too much for them to bear, and you felt your head pounding even harder. You groaned, trying to stretch out your legs, but immediately pulling back when you noticed that your leg brushed against something -or rather someone- that was not supposed to be there. You slept alone. 

You felt a rush of panic as you instinctively checked if you were still wearing your clothes. You exhaled slowly in relief as you noticed that was still the case. You tried to wreck your brain, trying to figure out what happened, but there was nothing but a black void where the events of yesterday evening should have been. You remembered having dinner, you remembered feeling perfectly fine; and then: nothingness. 

The sudden movement of you jerking away your leg caused whoever was next to you to stirr, and even though it hurt, you slightly opened up one eye to see who it was. The person made a groaning sound, seemingly in a similar situation as you were. Whatever happened, you both were waking up miserable. Was there a party last night where you consumed too much alcohol? You occasionally had a drink, but you didn’t think you’d ever been blackout drunk. 

Your concerns grew even more as your vision started to unblur and you opened your other eye to make sure your brain was not playing tricks on you. At this point you were fairly certain that none other than your captain was lying next to you, his auburn hair splayed on the pillow, some locks that would otherwise be defying gravity sticking to his forehead.

You opened your eyes fully, now better adjusted to the light, and made sure you were in your own room. You didn't want to move, afraid to wake him up, and even more so afraid of the confrontation that would follow the moment he did. He was not as clothed as you were, but considering his usual attire, that was hardly a surprise. Nevertheless it became harder to keep your focus on trying to remember the more you stared at his toned chest, slowly rising and falling to the rhythm of his breathing. The movement early was nothing more than a false alarm, he still seemed fast asleep. 

You went over what you knew: one, you had a headache, two, the more you thought about it most of your body was aching and sore, three, you had absolutely no idea what was happening or what had happened last night, and four, your extremely attractive captain was lying in your bed with you. 

Well, the extremely attractive was an addition you made yourself. You’d be lying if you’d say you didn’t have the tiniest crush on your captain. But any kind of close contact that didn’t have to do with a battle flustered the man to no ends, making it incredibly hard to actually get closer to him and figure out if your attraction to him was purely aesthetical; platonic, just because he was your superior; or if there was something more behind it. 

You didn’t get that much extra time to think about it, because Drake stirred again. This time it was a little more active, and you could see his face scrunch together in annoyance as he was probably subconsciously figuring out he was not in his own bed. You were fairly  certain the captain’s cabin had a more decent bed, as well as curtains to block out unwanted sunlight, a luxury you didn’t have. 

You decided you could no longer postpone the confrontation. You had to know what had happened. “Good morning captain” you said, an apologetic smile on your face that Drake couldn’t see because his eyes were still closed. 

What happened next, all just happened within a fraction of a second. Drake shot up, eyes wide; the shock of your voice immediately followed by the shock of seeing your face, that one immediately followed by the realization that he was in your room. He let out a yelp, all his usual composure out the window as he scrambled to get up and out of your room. He nearly walked into the door as he made his way out, effectively forgetting his boots. 

You were in shock as well, but you were also very much trying to suppress your laughter. If it weren’t for your curiosity and the fact that you were still in pain, this would have been the funniest thing you’d seen in a while. You got up carefully, grabbing Drake’s boots and went outside to follow him. This confrontation had to happen somehow, and you figured he wasn’t going to give out orders barefoot. 

The minute you opened your door, you were met with loud laughter from your crewmates. You raised an eyebrow at them. 

“Okay, you guys seem to know more about this than I do. Fess up.”

Most of your crewmates were laughing too hard or shaking their heads. They were caught up in the hilarity of the situation way too much to actually explain what happened. You were about to give up and just continue on your way when you heard one say in between sobs. “Your confession was beautiful and heartfelt y/n, too bad the captain fainted” 

“My WHAT?” 

More laughter ensued and you stood there, mouth agape in shock, still holding the captains boots. “Honestly, considering what just happened, I doubt he remembers what happened. And well… we did help a little.”

“Please,” you didn’t like your own begging tone, but your head hurt even more from the confusion added onto the physical pain, “what happened?” 

The laughter died down a little so the rest of the crew could listen to the one guy that had started to talk to you and now explained what had happened the last night. Apparently you had slipped on something someone had spilled on deck right at the point where there was a little ledge. You had made an ugly dive, and fell on the floor, explaining the pain in your whole body. You were out of it briefly, and by the time you came back, you seemed to be so much out of it, that the captain was called to ask what the crew should do. The moment Drake had appeared in sight, your -probably slightly concussed- brain had done the only thing it could think off in all it’s dizzy confusion: confess your undying love and loyalty to the man, who had been relatively close, trying to determine if additional medical help was required. 

It all had come to an entertaining conclusion when you had sealed your confession with a kiss; sloppily capturing the lips of your unsuspecting -and already flustered- captain and delivering the final blow to knock him out. He really passed out from embarrassment and you lost consciousness again a little later. A doctor was called who had reassured the crew both of you were fine, and the crew had thought it’d be a fun idea to drop the both of you in your cabin ‘just to see how things would play out’. 

By the time the story was done, you were shaking from embarrassment. You dropped the boots on the floor, and ran back to your room before locking the door. There were only two questions echoing through your head: did the captain remember? And if he did, what would his response be. 

There was not too much time to think about it when you heard a knock at the door and a voice called out for you. “Captain has asked you to come to his cabin. And oh, bring his shoes you dropped on deck.” A low chuckle was heard. “Good luck.” 

[poguesrforlife]

Young and Beautiful | Rudy Pankow

So after you lovely people were so kind to my previous fics and I gained a 1000 followers !!!! (still not believing it tbh) I wanted to give you a little something something. This idea has been in my head for a week now but it’s gonna be looooong so prepare yourself for a series! I love you all and thank you so much xoxo

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Trigger warning: A little bit smutty but just really intense passion!!

Word count: 1,226 words

Y/N just got the role of her lifetime, starring beside the cast of Outer Banks in the second season as JJ’s love interest. It’s a dream come true and gets even dreamier when she meets Rudy Pankow her alleged love interest. Lines start to blur between reality and film and Y/N is left wondering if taking a leap of faith is worth risking her career. 

Your whole body felt like it was on fire and drowning in ice-cold water like-wise. You couldn’t remember the last time somebody made you feel like that. The thought that this wasn’t actually real was pressed to the very corners of your mind as you stared into Rudy’s eyes, his shirtless form hovering above you. God, he was gorgeous. When he looked at you like that and touched your bare skin with his slightly calloused warm hands, it was too easy to forget all the cameras and people around you. But all this was just in your head and you were playing your part just as he did. How you wished in that moment it would be true.

When you got the call that you got the role for JJ’s love interest in the second season of Outer Banks you were ecstatic. You had watched the first season in a couple of days and already fell in love in it and when your agent had mentioned that you might be considered for a part in the next season you couldn’t contain your joy. A couple weeks later you were on set and met the rest of the cast. They were all lovely and welcoming to you but you couldn’t help but feel like a bit of an outsider since they had already grown close to a real family in the first season. But you made the best of the situation and couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by all these amazing human beings. You shared an apartment with the Maddies in Charleston and you girls had the most of fun after shooting was over. The boys were just as lovely and sweet and you couldn’t believe how you got so lucky.

And then there was Rudy. Already during your chemistry read, the tension could be grasped all through the room. It was clear to all the casting directors that you would be a perfect fit. Rudy and you hadn’t spend a lot of time together outside of shooting except when the others were around too. You got along great though, a bit too great. 

Every time the two of you ended up alone you couldn’t help but feel nervous and your heart was beating three times as fast. You told yourself that it was just a crush, seeing that he was ridiculously handsome. You both were professionals after all. 

When you started filming romantic scenes however the feelings got worse, way more intense. You were sure he felt it just as much as you did. After every screamed ‘cut’ you couldn’t even look at each other because the tension was running too high.

You knew he was just playing JJ and you were playing Y/C/N but it all felt way too real when he stared deep into your eyes with his baby blues. 

You kept it friendly and platonic all through shooting but today would be yet another challenge. Today would be the first kiss scene that would quickly lead to a more intimate scene in the bedroom. You tried to not let it bother you too much but your nerves were running high nonetheless.

“Okay Y/N, Rudy! You just had an emotional fight, your feelings are simmering right underneath the surface, you’re screaming at each other and then…” Valerie Weiss made a dramatic pause, “JJ kisses Y/C/N passionately!” She grinned at the both of you.

You took a deep breath and gave Rudy a hesitant smile when the two of you got into position.

“You okay?” He inquired kindly and squeezed one of your hands softly.

“Yeah…” You sighed and smiled genuinely, “We’ll rock this, right?” 

“Oh absolutely,” He grinned and winked at you playfully. This didn’t really help the butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You nodded and waited for the ‘action’ and acted out your scene flawlessly.

“I’m just trying to understand, JJ! Why do you always push me away?” You screamed at Rudy, or JJ in this case, and tried to convey as much desperation as you could. 

“It is none of your business Y/C/N, that’s why. You can’t fix everybody, you know? Especially not me!” Rudy screamed right back at you, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes and you had to admire his acting skills.

“I don’t want to fix anything. When are you gonna get it into your thick stubborn head that I care about you?” You were moving close to him, hands fisted in his shirt as you tried to get him to look at you. One hand went up to his cheek, “JJ, look at me,” You whispered softly and could feel your own tears rolling down your cheeks.

Rudy’s eyes met yours, the colour of the ocean looking back at you with such intensity that your breath caught. It felt like time stood still as you stared into each others eyes, like you were the only two people in the universe. Damned be all the cameras around you and people on set. 

He nodded once, as if preparing himself for what came next. Faster than you could process his hands were on your cheeks and he pulled you close to him.

Lips crashed on lips and you could feel the sparks literally igniting between the two of you. Your mouths moved desperately, always trying to get closer and closer. Your hands wandered around his neck, into his hair and pulled slightly. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped out to caress your bottom lip to silently demand entrance which you granted. 

Kissing Rudy was like feeling fireworks in the place where your heart should be. He tasted of sweet lemonade and mint gum that the both of you had chewed before the scene, joking about it. But this, this was no joking matter anymore. This was a feeling you had longed for all your life and you couldn’t believe you had finally found it. Kissing Rudy was pure ecstasy.

“Guys! Guys, I said cut!” The director’s voice roped you back into reality and the two of you finally broke apart, catching your breath.

You were still entangled in each other, hands everywhere they should not be in this second, and breathed heavily as your foreheads rested against each other, eyes locked.

Rudy’s pupils were blown, darkening his usually so bright eyes into dark dangerous hues, and his cheeks were flushed a beautiful rosy red. You were certain you must’ve looked quite similar.

“Well, if that wasn’t a kiss!” You heard Chase celebrating from the side and the both of you finally broke apart. 

Too late you realised that you hadn’t even heard Valerie when she screamed ‘cut’ the first time. The embarrassment of the situation slowly crept up on you. But this time you didn’t look away from Rudy, quite the opposite. And he was staring right back at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. 

“That was sheer perfection! I think we actually already got it!” Jonas stated after a discussion on the scene.

You weren’t sure if you were happy about nailing it on the first try or sad because that meant no more kisses for now. All you knew was that you craved Rudy’s hands back on you and his lips locked to yours. By now you realised that you were entering dangerous waters.

[bleulone]

Can we talk about about how Colin looked in ep 1 when he first saw Marina compared to how he looked when he saw Pen in ep 8. Almost the exact same look! Of course his look to Penelope is probably more about his guilt because he brushed her off when she tried to warn him but still..progress! Lol and then when he's getting ready to leave for Greece, he glanced towards Penelope's home. I think they're having Colin's feelings for her grow gradually in the show instead of all of a sudden like in the books.

Hey! Thank you for this insightful ask of yours :) Sorry for the late answer, I took a long time to write this— without further ado, here we go!

Indeed, Polin is first and foremost a story of gazes, those gazes being of many natures. Whether they are love ones, friendly ones, admirative ones or lustful ones, looking imposes itself to be a huge parameter in Penelope and Colin’s love story.

In order to understand that on screen, film-making has at its disposal a very rich and smart langage of its own. Sometimes, comparision helps to underlines the differences between one character’s relationship with person A mirorring person B. I feel like Shondaland and Chris Van Dussen wanted to introduce the audience to the evolution of our Bridgerton men’s perception of Love. For instance, while Anthony views attachement— to Siena— as a way to escape his responsibilities before becoming his villain (...until our queen ma’am Kate Sheffield comes to the picture), Benedict doesn’t comprehend this universal concept and prefers to enjoy the many physical pleasures life can offer. In other words, the older brothers already explored their sexuality here and there, making them the infamous rakes that they are. As for Colin, it’s a complete other thing.

Colin is young. Very young. At 21, he’s just left Eton College and barely knows anything of the world nor women. Like Anthony said in 1x06, Colin hasn’t been taken to brothels which is a very important step in the building of young men’s sentimental and sexual education during that time period. Since he missed this essential step, our sweet/immature boy has no clue about how to deal sagaciously with his feelings and his “foolish” impulses, baring his naivety. At this point of the story, we can easily come to the conclusion that Colin is a virgin who can’t drive XD. He’s just a child overcame by his passions, a hopelessly romantic who rushes things without taking the time to properly court or know his significant other. And his off-screen flirtation with those supposed numerous girls in London isn’t of any help to justify his (oh so little) experience. So when he sees Marina, he’s so struck by her... mainly by her alluring appearance. And he doesn’t seem to let his eyes nor mind go beyond her exquisite beauty.

In this perspective, the whole Colin/Marina storyline can be perceived as a parallelism to the Pen/Colin’s one. In 1x01, he is immediatley smitten with a dancing Miss Thompson, which happens to be ironically the same case with a 17 year-old Pen but with him. We got to see her, a few moments ago, dreamily looking at him from the back of the dancefloor (echoeing the episode where she fell madly in love with him after he fell off his horse at Hyde Park). She’s charmed by his dashing look and his kindness, yet she doesn’t seem to know anything else about him considering the rare conversations they share. Her burning gaze fits the original story from Julia Quinn’s books because in Romancing Mister Bridgerton, the 28 year-old spinster Penelope do realize later on that Colin is more than a good looking man : he’s a human who possesses a temper and flaws.

Either way, both of our boos are portrayed as hopelessly young people in love who childishly idealize the objects of their affection.

In 1x08, it’s the other way around. It’s Colin who sees Pen first, her who appears to wear the yellow dress’ lookalike from the pilot—what an interesting call back ^^. With his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide open, we can catch sight of the timid spark of a change in his gaze : Colin Bridgerton notices Penelope Featherington. He‘s touched by the realization that she cares about him. It would be rather inappropriate of me to say that Colin is already in love with her. However, in the finale, I do believe that he’s more struck by her high level of deep care for him than her beauty.

We are thus able to spot two big differences in Colin’s relationship with women in this season : when his attraction to Marina was purely physical and rushed, his attraction with Penelope is more emotional and slow. And for now, he comes to cherish his special bond with her, especially after she tried to warn him of the dangerous trap he was about to fall into. Even if he just sees her as his younger sister’s best friend right now, Pen matters in his life. And it’s still a little yet important progress for sure.

Speaking of which, I agree with you that this look of awe as well as realization is mostly mixed up with guilt. Since he didn’t take into account her words, he felt the strong need to apologize. But bear in mind that guilt formulates a considerable part in Colin’s feelings for Pen... and it’s only the very beginning. In the future, he’ll blame himself for not seeing her as the beautiful goddess and siren that she is in the first place. He’ll blame himself for not reciprocating the feelings for her.... Though at the moment, due to his lack of experience with women, Colin is oblivious to Pen’s obvious signs of sorrow when he told her he’s leaving for Greece/Cyprus. Next time, he’ll detect her sadness and won’t let her go, I’m sure of it (if he doesn’t I’ll riot).

Furthermore, I’m so glad you brought up the scene where Colin glances at the Featherington house. I had the same thought as well. When you put this still and the one where Pen is crying while looking at her window side by side, it even seems like they’re looking at each other. In a way, it implicitly confirms Pen’s key role in his final decision... After all, she’s the one who inadvertently inspired him right ?

The act of traveling has always been seen as cathartic since leaving home to discover yourself allows you to heal your broken heart and soul. It’s natural for Colin to do this. To make his first real steps into the world. His choice is quite relatable more than it is essential for his arc in the series. I can’t wait for him to come back all changed, hot ^^ and mature. I think, like you said, they are planning on making him progressively falling in love with her. Colin’s feelings will gradually leave the platonic zone to explore and officially stay in the intimate zone throughout the seasons.

Overall, the Colin/Marina and Colin/Penelope parallel in s1 mostly helps viewers to compare the way Colin evolves from being a stubborn naive boy to a heartbroken young man who’s aware of his crutial need for Experience. His coming of age, just like Pen’s, has just begun. And they will surely lead to our boy changing himself into the true charming rake that he’s meant to be and our girl into a more confident woman. Consequently, I think their story won’t take 10 years but rather at the very least 5 years perhaps to fit the TV timeline. Once Polin will finally be able to discuss, we’ll hopefully get to see more interesting nuances and shades added to the portrait they painted of one another over the years. They’re indispensable to the slow build up of their emotions/attraction as well as the shattering of their childish idealization/perception of each other.

All in all, I’m so loving the fact that season 1 beautifully sets up the importance of the gaze in Polin’s love story. This first installment is like an expository scene of a play. It leaves a trail of clues and pieces of information here and there at the reach every viewers who can pick them up and analyze what can be the main themes which will determine one character’s story arc/romance. With Polin we have : admiration, wit, love and friendship, desillusionment. (I know they are more but it’s all I can think of rn lol).

If we’re already emotional messes just with the mere power of them looking at each other, imagine when they’ll actually talk and share real conversations. It’s going to be a long way to canon but luv me some good fluffy angsty steamy slow burn :) ✨ I hope this long of mine answers your ask ahah, even if I talked about many things other than just Polin’s looks. Also, sorry if you spot some grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language.

[luwha]

I followed you at first for your WoW art...and then I got to know you, the artist. I helped comfort you through your worries, as have many others who love you as an online friend, content creator, and fellow worrier. I fell in love--platonically, understand, pure agape-love simply because you exist--with the kind, talented, doubt-filled, awesome, neurotic bundle of nerves that you are.

Why? Because I saw a lot of myself in you, and saw a lot of you in me. And I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. We are weaker alone--and sometimes we feel very, very alone--but we are also stronger together. You, Luwha, are a part of our strength, and it is my humble honor to be one of many online friends, fans, and/or followers who get to be a part of yours.

Thank you for being you!

I spent at least an hour trying to think on something to say about this, but I couldn't come up with something that would shake you as it amazingly so shook me. Honestly, I feel a bit of peace reading this.

I don't say lightly that if I am here today is because you all are here, and people like you kept me from dying a pretty boring death, and even so here and there it tighten on me again. But I can always come back here.

One thing is good, when I read this, at least 2 people came in my head, and for once it made me proud of how far I've come with friends, god knows how hard it was for me to get in good shape XD

Thank you for supporting not only the artist luwha, but the nervous wreck the one that holds the pen is. It is everything to me, really is.

And i love you too, whoever you are!

[bagelbright-tok]

Aspire To be

Hi honey!! I saw that your request were open and I had an idea. I really liked the imagine about Malcolm Bright and having an aunt. I was wondering if you could do more of that, but maybe this time Malcolm does know her and they actually like each other and maybe she helps him on a case instead or with Martin? If not it’s completely okay, I love your work tho!! Thanks sweets ❤❤

Requested By: @atjafshelby

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A/N: Thank you so much for your support! I really appreciate your comments and request! That aunt fiction is one of my least popular fics. I hardly expected anyone to enjoy it and even be inspired by it! Again, thank you! I decided to do a similar thing I did for that last imagine. This is a one-shot and does not really correlate with any other Prodigal Son episode. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for your patience as well! I apologize if it seems sloppy at the end. I just wanted to get this out for you and tended to get sidetracked. _

Finally getting themselves a line of suspects for this crime, Malcolm realizes he might need more than his own profiling skills. Malcolm also has a person in mind who could help… Gil doesn’t agree with Malcolm’s decision, especially when the profiler’s mind has been altered recently. How could Malcolm Bright not go to the person that inspired him?

Malcolm Bright/Whitly x Aunt!Reader [Platonic]

Word Count: 3289 Warning(s): Mentions of murder, mind fog, insomnia, mentions of trauma, attempted murder, drug abuse, swearing, did not double check anything __

Some Good Things in Life __

“Whaddya got kid?” Gil nodded towards Malcolm, hands on hip, and a grin plastered on his already smug face. Gil was already confident in Malcolm’s ability. This would be a piece of cake for the profiler.

Malcolm shook his head. He was confused. This murder took two weeks to have suspects. Even then, they only had four suspects. There was something wrong, though. Malcolm couldn’t get a read on any of them. Their tones and words led Malcolm to many different directions. Malcolm also did not have the right state of mind, having skipped almost a week’s worth of sleep. “Nothing..”

Even he was surprised by his incompetence.

Gil lightly extended his head out towards Malcolm, eyes wide and mouth agape. “What?” He crossed his arms and returned his head to his shoulders. Gil’s eyebrows were now knitted together in concern and were no longer widened. “What do you mean?”

“I… I can’t get a read on them.” Malcolm finally admitted, his shoulders falling down in defeat. He left out a deep sigh and brought his hands to his eyes to rub. Why couldn’t he think straight? “It’s like my mind is just- just covered in fog.” Malcolm motioned to his head, wildly using his index of his right hand to press into his temple.

Gil sighed, looked down at the floor, and unfolded his arms. Taking a few steps towards the NYPD Profiler, Gil placed his hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. “Go home, kid. It’s late and you need to sleep.” Gil was always the father figure that Malcolm needed. Malcolm understood the lieutenant’s concern, but couldn’t help not sleeping. Especially as of late.

Malcolm couldn’t say no. He shrugged his shoulder and peered into Gil’s eyes with his own tired and hazy blue ones. He nodded lightly, closing his mouth and shaping it into a half smile. “Alright..”

*** And with that, the insomniac ventured restlessly to his humble abode. Despite his hazy mind, he drove himself back to his place. On the way over, going through New York’s evening traffic, Malcolm had an idea. Recklessly, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he reached who he wanted. Tapping and putting the phone up to his ear, waiting for them to answer, he shook his leg anxiously. “Hello?” The voice came through, asking curiously.

“Hey! Long time no talk.” Malcolm was smiling, but the person on the other end couldn’t possibly see it. However, it was obvious that they could hear his happiness to be talking to them. “Malcolm? Hey! Where the hell did you disappear to?” They chuckled. “Thought there was a new Bermuda triangle only taking the cool people.” They stated sarcastically.

Malcolm laughed at their joke, shaking his head. “No. I actually got back in New York a couple of weeks ago. Sorry I forgot to tell you.” Malcolm cleared his throat and before the person on the other end of the call could respond, he continued. “Anyways, I could use some help…” “O-Oh? Help? Of course, what do you need?” Malcolm could hear them move from one spot to another. “Some… Some advice. You are still a body language specialist, right?” “Yeah. Need me to do some interrogating?” They chuckled, joking.

“Uh- Yes. Yes, actually..”

“Oh-”

“Could you meet me at my place? I’ll send you the address. If you get there before me, you can let yourself in. There’s a spare key buried in the plant outside.” Malcolm explained, stopping at yet another red light. Traffic had been bad due to another accident happening nearby.

“Of course!” It was obvious that Malcolm and this person were besties and hadn’t encountered one another in a long while. “I’ll get my bag and head out once I have the address.” “Thank you, so much. I’ll see you in a bit.” Malcolm gave a quite breathy chuckle. “Cya!” And with that, the call ended. Malcolm felt a little better. His mood improved, for sure. Malcolm’s shoulders were no longer held up but instead were slouched down. His neutral and tired face was now a happier tired face. Malcolm took note of how he would just have to tell Gil when he got home that he’d be getting some help. Help from someone they both knew. ***

Damn this headache. Malcolm could feel a dull pain in his head as he entered his home. Despite the pain being dull, he felt it making him weaker and even slightly dizzy. Malcolm simply shook the pain away and shut the door behind him. He tried to reach the door, but couldn’t. When he looked behind himself to see why, the door was already shut. His eyes burrowed in confusion. Again, he shook away the confusion and began to text Gil about what he was doing. Now, though, Malcolm couldn’t just shake off whatever was happening to him. He felt nauseous and he felt out of breath. He tried getting back to his phone to call Gil instead. Malcolm instead found that his vision had blurred. He blinked and blinked, even rubbed his eyes, but his blurred vision only got worse. He began to panic now. Something was definitely wrong. Malcolm tried to identify what could be going on, but still, his mind was elsewhere. Malcolm could barely even hear as someone entered his home.

“Malcolm?” The familiar voice could barely be heard as it echoed in his house and in his head. “Malcolm!”

This exclamatory statement of his name was not that of excitement. It was of concern, confusion, and despair. As far as Malcolm knew, he was standing. As far as his visitor was concerned, he was on the ground, unconscious. ***

“What did you do?” Gil asked angrily and accusatorily. He pointed at [Y/N], who responded by leaning back away from his finger. “Me?! Excuse you. I called an ambulance! Maybe next time, I shouldn’t?” [Y/N] argued back, leaning forward into Gil’s finger and raising her hands to her sides, palms up and fingers spread out. Her face was scrunched with anger. Her usual glowing and calm [E/C] orbs were now burning a hole into Gil. Her graying [H/C] hair was standing up due to the sheer frustration she was feeling. This wouldn’t be the first time someone accused her of something horrific due to her past. [Y/N] Bright [L/N]. Also known as [Y/N] Whitly, younger sister to Dr. Martin Whitly. In other words, Malcolm’s favorite aunt and the individual he had called for help in the case. The lady that had found him unconscious in his own home and called authorities. It was because of [Y/N] that Malcolm was in a hospital and not dead. It wasn’t just Gil there for Malcolm, there was also Jessica and Ainsley. Jessica had refused to talk to [Y/N], she never understood how or why Malcolm had taken a favorability to her. Ainsley wasn’t anything but rude to her, and made it clear she did not like her. Summary; All of [Y/N]’s fans were gathered in one place where they were called in an emergency because someone dear to them had almost died. “What were you even doing in Malcolm’s place?” Ainsley’s hollow eyes stared at [Y/N] with pure hatred. Like someone with unlimited darts, trying to get a high score.

“He called me to come over. Sent me his address and told me about the spare key in some weird ass plant outside his place.” [Y/N] swiftly explained herself, keeping her arms open. Her feet however, were closed and pointing away from both Gil and Ainsley. She really did not want to be there, being questioned. “He wanted me to help with some interrogating.”

“You-?” Gil erected his index again at [Y/N], now eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re the help Malcolm called for?” “Why would anyone go to you for help?” “I feel extremely uncomfortable right now!” [Y/N] declared, slapping her hands down to her sides. “I am just here to help with whatever Malcolm needs!” “Just drop it you three!” Jessica finally whisper yelled at them. “My son could have died and you are worried about-.. Her.”

The disdain in her voice as she referred to [Y/N] really set it in for the body language specialist. Nothing she could say would make them think any better of her. Not even if Malcolm were to explain the same thing she did. So, [Y/N] easily decided it would be easier to just sit down and give up the arguing. She felt like a kid once again, forced to keep quiet when faced with authority. She hated it. Gil would never allow for her to help unless Malcolm really made a good pitch to the lieutenant. Then again, when would Malcolm wake up? *** Malcolm was given a diagnosis fairly quickly. Carbon Monoxide poisoning that had been going on for over a week. It was a miracle he had gone so long without anyone noticing the symptoms. Despite the supposed long sleep he was to be put under, Malcolm found a way to wake himself up with his own brain. Waking up with a loud scream as a nurse ran out to get a doctor, and Gil and [Y/N] rushed in with concern. “Malcolm!” Both older individuals shouted at the once unconscious profiler. While the relief was mutual, so was the concern.

“Gil? [Y/N]? Where am I? What happened? How-” Malcolm was confused but mostly scared as well. One moment he was home and the next he was isolated by white walls and repetitive beeping.

[Y/N] made the first move. She steadily and smoothly moved closer to Malcolm’s bedside. She took a deep and obvious breath, straightening her back and lifting her hands with her as she inhaled. A similar action was taken during the exhale; obvious, she lowered herself back onto her feet, and lowered her hands. Although Malcolm was not having a panic attack, it could escalate and [Y/N] wasn’t having it. Gil followed afterwards. Malcolm mimicked [Y/N] in taking deep breaths and calming down. “Are you okay, Malcolm?” [Y/N] asked in a calmer voice.

“Yeah. I mean, I feel okay.” Malcolm buried his face into his hands. “Was I poisoned?”

With his brain working fine, he was able to remember his symptoms. It was unnatural.

“Yeah, in a sense.” Gil responded this time. “A week long exposure to carbon monoxide.”

“A week?” Malcolm removed his hands from his face and peered at Gil and [Y/N]. “Isn’t that around the time this case started?”

Now both Gil and [Y/N] were horrified. What was thought to be an accident, a simple leak in the home, now was a potential case of attempted murder. Whoever was the murderer in their case, knew Malcolm would be a problem and so tried removing him as an obstacle. [Y/N] and Gil took a glance at each other. Despite their… awkward relationship, they knew they had to work together on this one. Malcolm couldn’t leave the hospital, and couldn’t work on the case. His life was in danger and the safest place would be where he was.

***

“I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.” Gil told [Y/N] with a threatening tone.

“Why not two?” [Y/N] chuckled, entering the observation room sat right next to the interview room. Gil just gave a harsh squint. “Not a time for jokes, got it.”

“It was hard to get the suspects back. We’d released them last night because we had them held for too long.” Gil changed the subject swiftly, viewing into the room where they had the suspects. “We were only able to get them back in because Malcolm almost died last night, when he released them all.”

“It’s clear that all of them are upset that they are back. No profiling is needed for that.” [Y/N] noted this behaviour. “All of them are anxious and nervous. Crossed arms, tapping feet, rapid blinking.”

“All of them are suspicious?” Gil pondered curiously.

“Not necessarily. They are just nervous about being back. The idea of being falsely accused looms over them.” [Y/N] continued to scan the room, finally noticing some odd behaviour. She pointed at a man slightly separated from everyone else. “He, however, is a lot more confident than everyone else.”

“His arms are crossed too.” Gil pointed out, looking at [Y/N] with suspicion.

“Yes, but he is leaning against the wall. He is more relaxed. His lips are slightly parted, unlike everyone else’s compressed or pursed lips.” [Y/N] began her analyzing out loud, forgetting anyone was in the room. “His breathing patterns are very alike to everyone’s. Their breathings are picked up due to their nervousness. His picked up pace is because of excitement, though.”

“He’s leaning against a wall. How in the hell did you get all of that off of him?” Gil was just as curious as he would be if it were Malcolm profiling. It was just as mind boggling as when he profiled Carter Berkhead.

“A magician never reveals his secrets, Gil.” [Y/N] chuckled. “Was Malcolm in the interrogation room when they were all interrogated?”

“Yeah. He wanted to be close to profile.” Gil answered, not as confused now knowing that every question and answer would help.

“Splendid. This will make it far easier.” [Y/N]’s [E/C] orbs glimmered in amusement. Her smile was one that Gil had seen before. It was Malcolm’s smile, but it was one he’d seen on Martin’s face too. “I need you to repeat what you did yesterday. Question them in the same order with the same questions.”

Gil nodded. Just as he was warming up to her, some thought came in and set him back to his place. First and foremost, officers came and rounded everyone up. The interrogation began again. This time, it was just Dani, JT, and Gil. Malcolm wasn’t there. If [Y/N] was correct, the one she was suspect of most would give off more of a reaction than the others. Answers would likely remain the same from each person as well. They all want to get out as soon as possible. If Malcolm’s current profile was correct, the killer was arrogant and would show it. If the killer saw that Malcolm wasn’t there, they’d have some sort of mention or bodily reaction to this.

In the case scenario that she was wrong, [Y/N] was sure to make note of everyone’s reactions. Most did not even acknowledge Malcolm’s absence. Their moods had remained the same, anxious and nervous. Finally, it came to the man that [Y/N] came to know as James Lukai. Most of his answers remain the same, worded slightly different than before. [Y/N] compared his last interview, to this interview. The first showcased this man as nervous and anxious. Now, he wasn’t as much anymore. He looked around, as if to make sure his suspicions were right. He gave a quick smirk when he saw that Malcolm wasn’t there. His answers had remained mostly the same, but the tone had drastically changed. It was clear as night and day, it was this man. Just to prove a point further, [Y/N] straightened herself out and left the observation room. Much to Gil’s dismay, she entered the interrogation room afterwards.

“Heya Gil! Sorry I’m late. The call to replace Malcolm was just too soon!” [Y/N] announced with a large grin on her face.

Gil looked at [Y/N], only to respond by rubbing his face. “Don’t let it happen again.” He played along.

The man in question- James- was now shocked. “I thought you didn’t have a profiler anymore.”

“And what would make you say that, James?” [Y/N] immediately jumped on it. “Malcolm is just taking a little break. Family business.”

“What? He-?” James caught himself before he could say anything more.

“You’re too obvious, James.” [Y/N]’s smile immediately dropped.

“What’re you doing, [Y/N]” Gil questioned, only to get an answer through the raising of the lady’s hand to silence him.

“Want to know how we know, James?” [Y/N] confidently asked, not waiting a moment for his answer. “You are far too confident for this. You thought you had gotten rid of Malcolm, the only one who would have caught you.”

The man was speechless. He was caught. He rested his elbows on the table and put his hands through his brown hair. He was hunched, unsure of what to say now.

“What the fuck did you just do?” Gil wasn’t angry, but just extremely confused.

“Caught the bad guy. My job, Gil.” As confident as before, she exited the room.

Soon after, James confessed to the murders and the attempt on Malcolm’s life. Another day saved by [Y/N] Bright [L/N].

***

“Did you get him?” Was the first thing to exit Malcolm’s mouth that night when [Y/N] went to visit him. Fortunately for Malcolm, he had gotten the all clear, so was able to return home.

“Nice to see you too.” [Y/N] chuckled, entering his home. “Yeah. It was obvious. That poisoning really fucked with your brain if you couldn’t see it.”

“Speaking of which, the place was aired out and my heater was fixed.” Malcolm shut his door. “Inspectors had a nifty device and gave the okay.”

“That’s great!” [Y/N] clapped her hands together. “You plan on trying to get murdered again any time soon?”

Malcolm chuckled again, and sat down at his counter. “Ah, no. I don’t plan on it.”

“Good. Shouldn’t have to attend your funeral when I’m older than you.” [Y/N] glided over and sat with him at the counter. “So- Malcolm Bright. When did you change your name?”

Malcolm gave a small, “oh,” and nodded his head. “Several years back when I went to Quantico. You know, to become a profiler..”

Though [Y/N] knew the story, Malcolm felt obligated to tell her how much she inspired him.

“Couldn’t think of a name until the lady there suggested going with someone who I aspire to be. Then I remembered.. You.” His smile was soft and genuine.

“Really?” She smiled back, surprised by her effect on Malcolm. “I.. I’d never guessed I’d have that sort of influence.”

“I hardly say this, but you’re probably one of the more normal and stable members of this family.” Malcolm gave a light laugh, instigating a laugh from [Y/N] as well. “You prove to me that there are some good things in life.”

“I think there is more than just me that does that, Malcolm.” [Y/N] smirked. “You have all those folk at the NYPD! You have Gil, Dani, JT, and Edrisa.”

“Of course. They’re my friends. I trust them.” Malcolm explained. “But you were the first. You helped a lot when Dr. Whitly was arrested. I still remember that day. Even when mother yelled at you, it didn’t stop you from helping me.”

[Y/N] could only nod lightly. “Yeah, Yeah.. I- I remember that day too. I remember the days before and after that day too. I felt like I had to apologize for my brother. He couldn’t be there, so I tried to be. But Jessica never had a good opinion on me, even before Martin was arrested.” She chuckled at that sentiment. “Then Gil got caught up in all the gossip that I had something to do with Martin. At least Jess was skeptical towards all of that.”

It was dead silent after that until Malcolm decided to clear the air. “Anyways, you want some water, or something?”

“Sure!”

Boy. What an odd and bizarre family.

___ E N D

A/N: So sorry for taking so long! Hope you enjoyed it. I had a bit of a hard time trying to get an end for it. Sorry if it is abrupt.

[loserholland]

𝐀 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 | 𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ➺ Bucky Barnes x Fem!Stark!Reader ft Morgan Stark (platonic)

Warning ➺ Slight TFATWS spoiler, some angst, pure fluff, Morgan being a comedian 

Word Count ➺ 2.9k

Summary ➺ After the blip and loosing his best friend, you were there to keep Bucky grounded.

A/N ➺ Based off the song “I hear a symphony” by Cody Fry, such an amazing song. I’M ALSO SO SORRY IF I’M A LITTLE RUSTY 

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou​@babebenhardy @rivervixenbaby @acklesholland @zabdisamor @keepingupwiththehollands @sweet666pea @sspider-parker @jackiehollanderr @caro0512 @thewinchesterchronicles @cporter003 @kisses-holland @spideysnugget @cryszus @sunflowerharrystyles @peterunderoos @ohbabycal @laucontrerasv​ @spider-mendes​ @jessybellsworld​ @quaksonhehe​

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Five years.

It had been five years before everyone returned, five years since Thanos snapped his fingers and wiped nearly 50% of the content. Five years of darkness, questioning whether or not those who turned to dust would come back. The thought of those who disappeared never coming back scared everyone, the thought of never seeing your mother, father, daughter, son- your friends and siblings again?

(Y/N) was one of the lucky ones to not turn to dust, but watching those around her slowly disintegrate never failed to bring her to tears every night. She was lucky enough to fight along side everyone, disobeying Tony’s order of staying put and “letting the adults handle it” she instead convinced Rhodey to let her follow, claiming if he let her he’d be her favorite uncle.

That’s where she saw him again, after nearly two years since Berlin. She had of course stuck by her father’s side and when he had gone to Sibera she stood with him. That’s when they had learned the winter soldier had killed her father’s parents. (Y/N) never entirely blamed Bucky, he never did it. It was the Winter Solider, not Bucky.

Tony always said she had her mothers heart and if her mom was still around she’d be proud of her, for always trying to see the best in people whether they’re good or bad.

“Wow, you’ve grown kid.”

𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨

A voice all too familiar spoke slowly she turned on her heels, his hair was still long it grew merely a few inches. He had also grown out his beard, the last time she had saw him it was more over stumble. She chuckled lightly stepping forward but keeping some distance between them, “Kid? I’m twenty-one James, plus we’ve been over this- I hate it when you guys call me kid!”

Bucky let out a small laughter showing off his pearly white teeth, there was always something about Bucky that made (Y/N)’s stomach fill with butterflies. I mean- who wouldn’t? Bucky was a handsome man.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨

“How have you been old-man?”

(Y/N) was the only person who had called Bucky by his first name, of course you had seen his files and even read about him smithsonian exhibit. She just felt she didn’t have the right to call him Bucky due to not knowing him long enough.

“James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes” she read to herself, reading the following description of the man.

That’s when you first saw how handsome this he was. And, when you first met him in Berlin it was amazing to see him up close. Well it’s not so amazing when some dumbass breached the centre and turned him back into the winter solider for a minute causing him to well fight everyone in his path.

After your dad’s ass was handed to him, he surely handed your ass to you he had you in a choke hold against the wall, your feet was a few inches above the ground.

“James, please.”

He’s eyes widened every so slightly tightening his metal hand around your throat, you felt yourself slide down against the wall gasping for air watching as T’Challa and him fought one another.

“I’ve been good, I’ve never felt so- calm an at peace in a while.”

(Y/N) smiled, that was good, it was good to see him happy for once and not afraid he’ll hurt someone again. He was brave and strong, from what she had read in the smithsonian exhibit and what she had seen in the past two years.

“Guys lets go, and kid stop leaving my sight your dad will kill me if anything happens!” (Y/N) groaned and stomped her feet to the ground “Uncle Rhodey! Stop calling me kid!” Bucky only chuckled at her, a sense of warmth filled his body- an uncommon warmth.

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸

(Y/N) knocked on Bucky’s apartment door, “Why aren’t we at the zoo yet?” Morgan questioned looking up at her older sister in confusion- Pepper was out of town dealing with business so she had to bring Morgan along to her.

When everyone came back, she had grown closer to Bucky. They had both lost someone, she had lost her father and he lost his best friend. Ever since her father’s death, she would dream about him often it started to become a regular thing after she started hanging out with Bucky. Last night’s dream, he had told her that if she got with Barnes he would be okay with it and to also apologize for blasting his arm off. Maybe it was just her subconscious playing tricks on her.

She crouched down slightly to be the same height as her sister, “Babe, remember I told you that my friend James would be coming along?” just then the door opened causing (Y/N) to fall back at the sudden movement. Instead of helping her sister up or asking if she was okay, she laughed and said “You fell on your booty.” oh, she was definitely Tony Starks daughter.

Bucky quickly helped her up apologizing for giving her a small fright, she noticed something different about Bucky he had cut his long hair. Just a few days ago he had it up in a man bun, “You cut your hair?” his brows furrowed, he ran his gloved fingers through his freshly cut hair “Does it look bad?” worry laced his voice.

(Y/N) quickly shook her head, “No! It looks good!” Morgan looked between the two adults standing in front of her before she let out a dramatic sigh, “Can we go now?” with that Bucky locked grabbed his keys and locked the front door as they proceeded towards the elevator.

The Central Park Zoo was in walkable distance, so (Y/N) left he car parked in the garage of Bucky’s apartment. Morgan stared at Bucky gloved hand she tilted her head slightly before asking, “Why are you wearing gloves? Aren’t your hands sweating?” (Y/N) eyes widened looking at the top of Morgan’s head then to Bucky who was laughing.

“Morgan!”

“It’s a serious question.” she shrugged as she kicked her feet awaiting for an answer, “Well because, this arm-” he lifted his left arm “is made out of vibranium.” Morgan looked up at him before saying, “Cool- now swing!” she grabbed his hand causing (Y/N) to look at Bucky. She knew he was a bit touch sensitive, “Mor-” before she could say her sister’s name again Bucky cut her off “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” he took her small hand into his before pulling his arm back then forward.

𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Bucky watched as you smiled whenever Morgan would let out a small giggle, he felt the same warmth he did back in Wakanda. The same warmth she could only give him. He was grateful to have her in his life, she gave him the benefit of the doubt seeing the good and accepting the bad. He knew that she knew his history but still befriended him anyways saying, “there’s good in everyone even if you can’t see the good in you, I do.”

“How has therapy been going?” They stood behind the four year old who was admiring the penguins. Bucky shrugged lightly fixing his gaze to his shoes, “‘ts been good.” he mumbled. It had been about two weeks since he started therapy with Dr.Christina Raynor, you knew he had trouble opening up and well at most times never opened up at all. 

Morgan came running back to the two, “I wanna see the red pandas.” she grabbed theirs hands and began to drag them towards her current favorite animal at the moment.

She wondered if he still had nightmares, there were times he’d call her just to talk because he couldn’t go back to sleep. The sound of an old sitcom could be heard in the background anytime he’d call.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

Bucky watched as (Y/N) carried Morgan in her arms pointing at the red pandas, red pandas? How are they even pandas? Bucky thought to himself, watching as (Y/N) made Morgan giggle loudly she must have said some kind of joke. He watched as she turned her head slightly catching her eye, he began to notice this twinkle whenever she was smiling or talking about something she’s passionate about or enjoyed.

"So, what did you think?” the credits of Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone began to roll in.  As far as Bucky knew, the only wizard he had read about before was Gandalf in the hobbit. Who would’ve thought about writing a book about a 11 year old wizard?

“It was surprisingly good.” He watched as her eyes lit up the corners of her lips tugging upwards.  He loved to see her smile, to see the twinkle in her eye just before she spoke on about how much she loved something.

“I knew you would like it! Gosh it’s amazing- I could go on about the wizarding world but I’m sure you would rather not-”

“I have the time.”

(Y/N) had concluded Bucky would belong in Hufflepuff and basically forced him to take the pottermore test in which she was correct, he was in fact a hufflepuff. She had gone on why he’s in hufflepuff- though he didn’t really care about the reasons he just wanted to hear her talk.

“You have a lovely family.”

The comment caused Bucky to turn his head slightly pulling him from the recent memory, an elderly woman who seemed to be in her late sixties gave him a warm smile. “Uh- she’s actually my-” what is she to me?  Before Bucky could answer (Y/N) had walked over with Morgan still in her arms.

“Hey, ready to go?”

Before Bucky could answer the lady spoke again, “I was just telling your husband you have a lovely family.” (Y/N) eyes widened her mouth slightly agape before responding, “We’re actual friends and, she’s my younger sister.” friends.

“Oh, my apologies. Have a great rest of your day.”

(Y/N) gave the lady a warm smile watching as she walked away, “Well, I think you’ve seen enough animals don’t you think?” Morgan tapped her index finger against her chin pinching her brows together, sometimes she was just a mini version of your dad or sometimes Pepper- but mostly Tony.

“Yeah- I’m hungry.” 

Making their way towards the exit the gift shop had caught Morgan’s eye, specifically a red panda plush she shrieked loudly causing (Y/N) to jump with caution thinking something was wrong with her little sister, while Bucky stood there with his eyes widened.

“I need it!”

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed, “Morgan- you know mom is gonna be mad at me if I get you yet another red panda plush. Remember, you have like a billion of them.” Morgan pouted slightly crossed her arms across her chest and stomped away.

“Dad would’ve gotten it for me!” (Y/N) frowned at the comment, of course he would’ve- he loved seeing the smile on your face anytime he got you something whether you were five or nineteen. 

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦

“I’ll meet you guys outside- I’m gonna use the restroom.” Bucky spoke, watching as she ran after her little sister. Well- he didn’t actually need to use the restroom- he had gotten the plush Morgan was head over heels for. He waited a couple minutes before finally exiting the zoo spotting (Y/N) holding Morgan in her lap as they sat on a bench not too far from the exit.

He held the plush behind his back, as he drew closer he could hear Morgan sob quietly. He sat down next to (Y/N) leaning his head slightly onto her shoulder, “Hey Morgan.” the five year old pulled back slightly wiping the back of her sleeve across her nose lips still in a pout.

Slowly he pulled the plush that was hidden behind his back into view, watching as Morgan’s eyes widened an a huge smile paint her lips quickly she snatched it from his hand and hugged it turning her body from side to side.

Morgan hopped out of her sister’s lap and onto Bucky’s wrapping her arms around his neck, “Thank you, thank you!” she chanted catching Bucky off guard as he slowly wrapped his arms around her.

“Anytime kid.” 

They walked back to Bucky’s apartment in comfortable silence, Morgan squealing every here and there every time she hugged her new plush. Once they had reached his apartment, Bucky offered for the two to stay for pizza which Morgan quickly agreed to. 

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳

(Y/N) and Bucky situated themselves in the kitchen cross from each other- (Y/N) sat on a stool while Bucky stood. Meanwhile Morgan was in the living room distracted with her new plush, “Thank you for getting her the plush- I- I just didn’t know how to react when she said-” Bucky placed his hand over hers squeezing it reassuringly, she squeezed back giving him a warm smile. They stayed like this for a few minutes before (Y/N) cleared her throat causing Bucky to pull his hand away. 

“You never answered my question earlier, about therapy.” She watched as he tensed at the word therapy, truth be told. He was struggling, he was still having nightmares and he was having trouble opening up to his therapist. He gets annoyed whenever she pulls out her notebook and starts to scribble stuff down.

“I made amends with um- Senator Atwood. No one got hurt.” (Y/N) nodded, “That’s good! Any progress with Dr.Raynor?” Bucky sighed lightly, running his fingers through his hair, “Kind of? I mean every time I tell her I haven’t had a nightmare she gets all aggressive and writes in her notebook.” 

𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦

She frowned slightly, taking his hands into hers “James, you sometimes talk to me about your nightmares right?” he nodded slightly ushering her to continue, “You have to slowly open up- it’s gonna help James. And If you want, I’ll go with you. I’ll wait in the waiting room- whatever it takes to get you to talk.”

She cared so much about him, it made her chest feel heavy. She would do anything for him.

𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨

He had spent nearly seventy years as someone else, he was afraid that after he erased his past it would still catch up to him someday. That he would still become the winter solider even after all this therapy and time away.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨

But you were there to reassure him that would never happen, that he was a good person and no longer the person he use to be. She was there to reassure him that he was James Buchanan Barnes and not the winter solider.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺

You were the light in his darkness, you were there to guide him and to stay by his side. He thought you’d run away after what he had done to your grandparents but you’re there to remind him that he had no choice that HYDRA had control over him but you knew deep down he tried to fight it.

Bucky tugged his hands back quickly pulling away from the counter and walked around to engulf (Y/N) into a hug, he was afraid that if he were to allow himself to love someone they’d only end up hurt. He didn’t want to loose her, he didn’t want to scare you away.

“Please don’t leave.”

(Y/N) quickly shook her head, “Why would I leave? I would never leave you Bucky.” he pulled away slightly, did he hear that right? “Did you just call me Bucky?” her eyes widened, “Oh I’m so-” he cupped her cheeks closing the gap between the two placing capturing her lips. Something he had been waiting to do.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺

It was exactly like how people described sharing a kiss with someone they’ve longed to be with, fireworks and butterflies the way your skin heats up and your cheeks turn into a tomato red.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around his wrist pulling back slightly for air a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “Hello? Did you guys not here the door? Someone pay the guy!” Morgan carried the huge box of pizza and placed it onto her sisters lap before turning away to the living room. She quickly fetched her wallet wanting to beat Bucky from paying- but he knocked her wallet out of her hands and quickly rushed to the door.

She had given her sister a slice of pizza and ushered her to go back to the living room, “You make it seem as if I never saw people kiss before.” Morgan stuck her tongue out at her sister before returning to the living room.

“So-” Bucky began leaning against the doorway of the kitchen (Y/N) running up to him to wrap her arms around his neck the impact causing the two to fall to the ground with a loud thud. “You know- know a days people usually go on dates before the first kiss.” (Y/N) joked causing Bucky to smile, “Well in that case. (Y/N) would you like to go out tomorrow?” she quickly pecked his lips.

“I’d love to Bucky.”

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘈 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺