Draco Malfoy With A Gryffindor

Timeless

The timeless love that Bucky had

I found it in a dusty shoe box today. 

The photograph. 

Folded corners, a little torn on the edges, and yellowed with age. Still, the image was clear enough to see your grin. boyish and crooked, the same one that made my heart skip in 1941. 

He was standing in front of the corner diner in Brooklyn, arm slung around me, your military uniform still crisp from training. my dress was too long, my hair and soft curls. You say I looked like the dames in the movies, though I never believed you. 

I sat on the floor of our apartment- our apartment, the one SHIELD helped me find after they confirmed you were alive and time folded and on itself. Because just like that, I was 19 again. Just like that, I could smell the leather of your bomber jacket and hear the way you'd say my name, like a prayer and a promise all wrapped in one. 

The war stole everything. You, Steve, entire lifetimes. 

I cried the day they said you'd fallen off the train. Not the soft, cinematic tears they show in films, but the ugly, just even kind -  the kind where grief grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. For decades, you were a ghost I couldn't touch. A heartbeat I thought I imagined. The man I loved turned myth. 

But now you're back. 

Not the same, not entirely. There are cracks in you, deep ones, and shadows behind your eyes that weren't there before. Sometimes you flinch when I touch you. Sometimes you look at me like you are remembering, and other times like you wish you could forget. 

But then there are the other times. 

Like when we walk through Central Park and you still reach for my hand, like instinct. Or when you find old swing records and the antique shops and your face softens-  because you know that's our music. The Andrews sisters, Ella Fitzgerald, Glenn miller. You dance with me in the kitchen sometimes, when the memories aren't too loud. 

And in those moments, I know what we are. 

We’re timeless. 

We always were.  from the second I locked eyes at the USO dance and you offered me a Coca-Cola with that charming little smart. from the letters you sent me, ink smudged and pages worn, telling me you'd be home soon. From the nights I kept the porch light on, hoping. 

Even now, with silver in your hair and the world completely changed, I look at you and I know. You're always meant to come back to me. Somehow, some way. Even when time tried to erase us. 

And when we're old, if we're lucky enough to grow old, I hope someone finds that photo of us. I hope they ask about the girl with stars in her eyes and the soldier who came back from the dead. I hope they feel what I feel when I look at it: 

That this love, the story, was always something out of time.

Something not of this world. 

Something timeless. 

Tony Stark x Latina Woman

His favorite food that you make is huevos con chorizo, never misses breakfast now. 

“Do you have to put Tajin on everything?” 

“What are these?” “Hot sauce.” “Do you need this many?” “Yes.” 

He loves to watch you sing and dance to music in Spanish. 

All he hears is Becky G, Bad Bunny, and Karol G. 

When you are dancing he will come up behind you and loves for you to dance up against him. 

He loves Mexican food, but hates the candy. (secretly likes the coconut Mexican flag one)

Asada tacos are his favorite with a side of rice. 

He is in love with your dark, long, curly hair. It goes to your lower back and he will play with it all the time. 

Learns Spanish quickly, but he doesn’t speak it unless he needs to. 

She thinks he learned enough to understand her and to say simple sentences but that’s it. 

It isn’t until he’s trying to buy her food at the taqueria that he speaks Spanish fluently with the guy taking the order that she realizes that he’s fluent, if not almost fluent. 

"How did you learn Spanish so fast?" "Babe, I'm a genius, give me some credit."

He lowkey thinks you are hot when you start yelling in Spanish. 

He gets comforted when you call him “mi amor” or “amor” like its name. 

Doctors - Part 2

Booth's sister and Jack Hodgins have a thing going on and it's weirding out Booth. Jack Hodgins x Booth reader/surgical intern

The following week, Booth’s worst nightmare materialized: Natalie showed up at the Jeffersonian again. This time, under the guise of “picking him up for lunch.” 

Natalie walked into the lab in her hospital scrubs, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, the confidence radiating off her as usual. Booth, standing by Brennan’s desk, froze mid sentence when he spotted her. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone sharp. 

“Nice to see you too, big brother,” Natalie replied, placing her hands on her hips. “I had a free hour, so I thought I’d drop by. I’ve always wanted to see what you all actually do here.” 

“This is not a tourist attraction,” Booth grumbled. 

Hodgins appeared from his station, wiping his hands on a towel. “Dr. Booth. Fancy meeting you again.” 

“Dr. Hodgins,” Natalie said with a warm smile. “And here I thought you’d forgotten me.” 

Hodgins grinned. “Not a chance.” 

Booth stepped in, physically placing himself between Natalie and Hodgins like a human barricade. “Don’t you have bugs to… I don’t know, play with or something?”

“Oh I was just headed back to my station,” Hodgins said casually, though his eyes remained on Natalie. “But if Natalie wants a tour, I’d be happy to show her around.” 

Angela, overhearing the exchange, couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Oh, I like her, she whispered to Brennan, who raised an eyebrow in response. 

“That’s not happening,” Booth cut in quickly, pointing a finger at Hodgins. 

Natalie smirked. “Relax, Seeley. I don’t bite. Unless Jack’s into that sort of thing.” 

Hodghins nearly choked, coughing to hide his reaction, “Well, uh-” 

“Natalie!” Booth growled, cutting her off. “Stop it. Right now.”  

“Oh, come on,” Natalie said, feigning innocence. “I’m just being friendly.” 

“The hell you are. Flirting with Hodgins is not being ‘friendly’,” Booth shot back, his tone nearing panic. 

Hodgins cleared his throat. “To be fair, Booth, I don’t mind…” 

Booth whipped his head around to glare at Hodgins. “You’re not helping.” 

Natalie laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave. For now.” 

Hodgins couldn't suppress his grin. “You know, Natalie, if you ever want to see the kind of experiments I do, you’re more than welcome to stop by my lab. I could teach you a thing or two about particulates and-” 

Booth interrupts, throwing a hand up. “Nope. Not happening. No lessons. No experiments. No Hodgins.” 

Angela snorted, practically doubled over. “Booth, you’re going to have a heart attack if you keep this up.” 

Brennan, meanwhile, observed the exchange with clinical curiosity. “I don’t see why you’re so upset, Booth. It’s perfectly normal for two consenting adults to engage in light romantic banter.” 

“It's not normal if it’s my sister and Hodgins”, Booth shot back.

Natalie stepped closer to Booth, patting him on the shoulder. “Seeley, you really need to relax. I'm a grown woman. I could handle myself.”  

“Not with him, you can't”, Booth muttered, still growling at Hodgins, who tried (and failed) to look innocent. 

Angela, always an instigator, chimed in. “You know, Booth, maybe you should let them go on a date. You never know, it could work out.” 

Booth looked horrified. “Angela, don't encourage this.” 

Natalie grinned and turned to Hodgins. “What do you think, Jack? Should we go on a date?” 

Hodgins froze, clearly caught off guard. “Uh.. I mean, yeah! If you want to, I-uh-”

“Nope”, Booth barked, stepping between them again. “This conversation is over. Natalie, we're leaving. Now.” 

Natalie rolled her eyes but followed Booth towards the exit. As they left, she glanced over her shoulder at Hodgins. “I'll see you around, Jack.” 

Hodgins, still dazed, waved awkwardly. “Yeah. Definitely.” 

Once they were outside, Natalie nudged Booth. “You know for a guy who's always telling me to lighten up, you're taking this way too seriously.” 

Booth pinched the bridge of his nose. “Natalie, I'm serious. Hodgins... Hodgins. He's a conspiracy nut. He plays with bugs. He talks to slime!” 

“And yet, he's cute”, Natalie teased. “Besides, I'm just having fun. Relax Seeley.” 

Booth groaned. He knew his sister well enough to know this was only the beginning. The playful banter with Hodgins wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. 

Back at the lab, Hodgins was still grinning when Angela approached. “So, Jack,” she said, smirking. “You think Booth is going to let this happen?” 

“No way”, Hodgins admitted. “But it’s not going to stop me from trying.” 

Angela patted him on the back. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.” 

I'm Not Fine

How many times a day does someone ask you “how are you” or ”how are you doing” in a day?

And how many times do you say “I’m fine. Thanks. How are you?”

People don’t want a real answer when they ask you. It’s just a greeting, no one wants to know. And how many people would actually care if you gave them a real answer?

I’m not fine. I just say I’m fine because I don’t really want to say “I’m not gonna kill myself but I’m not okay.” So I just put on a fake smile, nod my head, and say what the socially acceptable script says to say.

I can’t think of a time when I was genuinely fine or okay. I just...exist.

Then one day, I just felt like I was drowning.

This all came from me realizing I’m a person I don’t like. That I never liked. I always said I would change. Said I wanted to change. I can’t even count how many times I said “today is the day”, the day has never come. I always never truly me. I was always what people wanted me to be. Always the girl who played it safe, never got out of my comfort zone. I never spoke up.

I fantasized about what it would be like to be anyone but me. Maybe because I never met me. Whenever I have let me shine through just a bit, it seems people don’t like her. Make jokes about her. Even my family. It's just a continuous hell loop in my head.

I think people just want others to be like the “average” person. People say it’s okay to be different, they tell you that everyone is free to do what they want, but the second someone turns their back, that’s a different story. “She clearly gained weight”, “her skirt is too short, the bitch is asking for something to happen”, “what was she thinking about when she got her hair done”, “eww, does she even know how to do her eyebrows?”

Why is it like this?

Why is it when someone finally shows that they do something completely normal, people are shocked just because it was done in public. They act like they don’t do the same things behind closed doors.

I’m just tired of not being the me I always wanted to be. I’m going to try now. I’m going to seriously try to be me and not what people want me to be or expect me to be.

She is now my past. I made the decision that she is dead. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss her in one way or another but I now know I don’t feel like I’m being drowned or can’t breathe.

I’m scared but relieved.

I finally feel as free.

Love Language - Elijah Mikaelson

Acts of Service

Elijah would handle problems before you even knew they existed. 

If you much mention that someone is bothering you, he's arranging a “peaceful” resolution. 

He will make time for you no matter what. 

Even in the middle of the chaos that is his family and the people that mess with them, he would still make time to check in with you. 

“You’ve been on my mind. Are you alright?” 

He doesn’t just listen, he follows through. You're telling him how stressed you are? He’s already drawing you a hot bath. 

He’s extremely observant. You admire a necklace in a store window? It will show up on your dresser in a little velvet box, placed perfectly. 

You say your coat is old? There will be a custom wool coat in your size, tailored just for you. 

He’s not flashy, he’s intentional. 

If anything threatens your happiness, he’s already working behind the scenes. 

You will never know the full extent of what he’s doing because he doesn’t need credit, the only thing he needs is for you to be happy and safe. 

He will try his hardest to make your life easier. 

If you’re having a bad week, he doesn’t smother you. He handles things. 

Groceries just “appear” in your kitchen. 

Your car is expertly cleaned and the tank full. 

That moisturizer you don’t have time to replace, already done. 

He does all this to say in his own way, “You will never have to carry the weight alone again.” 

He would be your armor and sanctuary all in one. 

Carlisle Cullen as a Boyfriend

He is literally a mix of an angel and a victorian gentleman 

He is deeply compassionate. 

You have a rough day, “Tell me everything, my love.” 

He LISTENS! It’s rare for a man to just shut up and listen and he does it. 

If he senses something is off with you, it doesn’t matter if he’s doing something important, he will drop everything to make sure you are okay and talk things out. 

He is so respectful. 

Keep in mind he’s from a different era, so expect old school romance. 

Holding doors. 

Handwritten love letters in beautiful writing. 

He’s very patient and gentle in everything he does. 

Protector, but no overbearing and it’s not the major point of the relationship. 

One thing you love about him is how smart he is and that he’s an amazing conversationalist. 

This man has been alive for centuries. He speaks multiple languages, history buff, art lover, you can have deep conversations with him and he always has something to say. 

Unlike some other Cullens (👀), Carlisle is emotionally stable. 

He doesn’t ghost you, play games, or act jealous. All that is a waste of time to him. 

Carlisle is able to admit he doesn’t have all the answers and needs help. 

“I’m still learning to love you the way you need. Please help me understand. Please.” 

He’s loyal and consistent. Everyone else is chaos, he’s the calm in the storm. 

He is overall a great partner and easy to be with, you don’t have to try with him and I think that is so simplistically beautiful in a relationship. 

Last Kiss

Bucky Barnes leaves for war from her perspective.

I still remember the way the air felt that night. 

Heavy, like it knew. Like the sky itself was holding its breath. 

You didn’t say it, not really. You didn’t need to. I knew you were leaving. I knew this was the last night. And I knew the second  I saw you in that uniform, stiff, and crisp, and not you, that everything was about to change. 

You tried to act like it was fine. Like we had time. You smiled that crooked smile, the one that always made me forget how to breathe. And I laughed. I laughed at your dumb jokes, because if I didn’t, I’d cry. And I wanted- God, I wanted to be strong for you. 

We sat in our booth, like always. The waitress called you “soldier,” and you smiled at her, but I saw the flicker in your eyes, you were scared. I was too. 

When we left, you walked me home even though it was out of your way. You always did that. I think you liked pretending we lived in the same world, like you could stay in it just a little longer. 

We stood outside my building for a long time, neither of us saying anything. The city faded around us - cars, people, lights - they'll just.. disappeared. It's just you and me.

And then you kissed me. 

Slow. Careful. Like you were memorizing me. 

Like if you kissed me soft enough, maybe the war would forget your name. 

That was the last kiss. 

I didn't know what to say when you pulled away. I didn't want to cry, so I just nodded. I wanted to say "I love you,” but I didn't. I was afraid that if I did, you wouldn't leave -  and part of me was selfish enough to want that. But the rest of me knew... you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t go. 

So I let you walk away. 

You didn’t look back. 

But I did. 

I watched you turn the corner, and I whispered it then, “I love you.” Quiet. Just for me. Maybe the wind carried it to you. Maybe not. 

You came back eventually after so many decades, but I’m no longer here. 

After so many years, I would lay awake sometimes thinking about that night. About that night. About that kiss. About the boy who held my hand like it was a lifeline and kissed me like he was already gone. 

I never kissed anyone the same after that. 

But with me now gone, I wish you could with someone new. 

Bucky Barnes x Latina Woman

He just sits back and observes. He doesn’t question things, he just watches because even though he has never seen or heard what you're doing, he doesn’t want to make you feel weird for what’s normal for you. 

Secretly starts learning Spanish. 

When you get pissed you start cursing in Spanish, no one understands it but him. 

You yell out a curse word in Spanish at Steve for eating your last orange, which leaves Steve confused and scared but Bucky just starts laughing so hard. 

After that, you learn he learned Spanish fluently and start having conversations together in Spanish. 

It’s funny now because he now shit talks Sam in Spanish and no one understands but you. 

Starts gossiping in Spanish with each other. 

Loves eating the food she makes. 

His new comfort food is sopita de fideo, especially on cold days. 

He can kill a whole tray of tacos by himself. 

He thinks it’s funny when she calls everyone random nicknames in Spanish.  (Wanda - mamas, Sam - pendejo, Tony - menso, Thor - cabron, Loki - nopalito, Bruce - salsa verde, Clint - pajaro, Natasha - linda, Vision - tomate) 

Loves when you call him cute nicknames in Spanish. (“mi vida” is your go to)

Bucky x Witch Practitioner

Learns that she’s a love witch and learns what that includes. 

He doesn’t understand the things she needs sometimes. 

“What is licorice root and why do you need it?” 

“Why do you need my birth time again?” 

“What’s that crystal next to my side of the bed?” 

He notices that she takes her time with her makeup and hair because beauty magic is important to her. 

Her whole home smells like roses. 

She always has roses in her home. 

She makes him custom herbal teas. 

She makes him a sleep sachet to place under his pillow to help with his nightmares. 

She hides little sigils on him or in his gear for protection and safety on missions. 

After he comes back from missions, she will do bath rituals for him to relax. 

He always gets her roses and pretty flowers for her “pink altar” (love altar). 

He nieces that she spray Florida water in the sheets and blankets after waking up and then spray his side with lavender spray and hers with rose. 

She tells him the lavender or chamomile will help with keeping him calm and help with sleep. 

Crystals everywhere (especially rose quartz & clear quartz the most). 

He thinks it’s really cute that you do spell work for him. 

One Day At A Time

I’ve always hated myself. For as long as I can remember. My memories go back to 4 years old and at that age, I remember hating myself. I thought other people did too. I always thought that the people who said “I love you” were saying it, just to say it or saying it out of habit, it never felt real to me. I felt as if no one cared or wanted to care about me. No one wants me. No one loves me. I hate myself. I’m ugly. I’m fat. My scars are gross. I’m too tall. I’m not skinny. I’m weird. I’m below average in everything. I’m dumb. These are all things I’ve said or thought about myself and this is just a short list. I never felt as though I belonged anywhere or with anyone. 

I want to change that.

I’ve always wanted to change myself but it never worked.

I always wanted to be that person with good friends and family that made me feel safe and loved. I always wanted to feel “beautiful”. I always wanted someone to love me.

I always wanted to love myself.

I guess that’s what I really want, to love myself. I just don’t know how to do it. I’ve tried and I’ve always failed. How do you love yourself? Maybe it is a skill you learn as you grow up. Maybe it’s just something people just want to forget is living in their brain.

I want to love myself now. And everyday from now on I will try. And I guess I will keep starting over and over again for as long as it takes because I am worth it.

I am worthy.

I am worthy of love and affection. I am everything everyone has said about me and more. I am worthy of love. I am worthy of positivity. I am beautiful. I am smart. I am wanted. I am needed. 

I will love myself one day at a time.