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dakusan · 3 days ago

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I T ’ S 3 A M A N D T H E Y ’ R E T H I N K I N G O F Y O U

stray kids ot8 x reader | 3am chaos, lowercase love, snacks, stars & soft breakdowns

🌙 synopsis: It’s 3AM. You’re not the only one still awake. This is what they text you when they miss you most but don’t know how to say it. This is what 3AM feels like—when love is quiet, messy, and way too honest to sleep through.

💌 a/n: this post was written entirely on the floor. i became the 3AM i was trying to write about. i just think there’s something painfully romantic about someone texting you at the exact hour they should be asleep. like… you were the thought that kept them up. and they couldn't hold it in anymore. and now they’re sending you cat pictures and half-confessions and pretending it’s no big deal. please enjoy this emotional sandwich of memes, voice notes, and love disguised as “haha i’m fine” p.s. reblogs = psychic cuddles at 3:17AM p.p.s. if your bias ever actually sent you one of these, pls text me from the ER. i’ll meet you there. p.p.p.s. click n listen to the song if u wanna feel like the main character walking home alone at 3:17AM in slow motion… or don’t. whatever. love is fake anyway (jk it’s real and it’s this post)

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the dividers

🎧 » Solitude — VX « 0:58 ─〇───── 3:16 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Bang Chan // 방찬

☁️ 3AM version of him:

Hoodie on. Brain off.

Rerendering the same demo 5x while thinking about your last hug.

Says “you don’t have to reply” but desperately hopes you do.

Wants to call but stares at the screen instead. Imagines your voice like it’s a song he can’t write down.

💬 What he texts you:

[3:04 AM] “you up?” “i mean. obviously. you’re probably not. it’s 3” “but on the off chance ur awake and also not mad at me for being annoying at dinner” “i just wanna say” “i was editing that thing and ur voice popped into my head again” “not like, your real voice. more like the voice that lives in my memory of you.” “that sounded creepy. i’m tired. ignore me.” “unless you’re awake. then pls don’t ignore me.” “come over if u want. i’ll microwave something warm.” (1 audio note, 0:14) “this is the demo. it’s bad. but it has a little bit of you in it so. idk. maybe it’s good.”

🖋️ Mini fic:

The file keeps exporting wrong. That’s how he knows he’s tired — and thinking about you too much. He replays the chorus. Again. Hears your voice in the harmony he didn't layer. Hears your laugh in the quiet reverb at the end of the bridge. It makes his chest hurt in that annoying kind of way where he wants to hold you and apologize for nothing at the same time.

He types three messages. Deletes two. He shouldn’t bother you. But it’s late, and you’re the only thing keeping him company in his mind.

So he sends the demo. Then the texts. Then sits back in his chair, hoodie sleeves over his fists, hoping your “seen” turns into typing bubbles.

Just for a second. Just so he knows he’s not the only one lying awake with the memory of your voice playing on loop.

Lee Know // 리노

☁️ 3AM version of him:

Blanket burrito on the couch. TV is on but muted.

Has already gotten up twice to check that the door is locked.

His cats are all asleep and now he’s staring at the ceiling like it owes him something.

Misses you. Won’t admit it. Will passive-aggressively hint about it until you crack first.

💬 What he texts you:

[3:00 AM] “this cat’s expression reminded me of you” (photo attachment: Soonie looking Judgy™ in a blanket) “interpret that however u want” “also i’m not saying i miss you but i just looked at the empty side of my bed and got annoyed” “if ur awake say something” “if u’re not i’m going to call you rude in my head for the next 6 hours” “nvm. you’re probably sleeping. sleep well. i didn’t say anything. forget i texted.” (follows with a blurry mirror selfie in your hoodie captioned: “this doesn’t smell like you anymore. fix that.”)

🖋️ Mini fic:

He tells himself he’s not going to text you. He tells himself you’re probably asleep. That he’s fine. That the silence is nice.

So why is he still holding his phone?

He scrolls. Opens your chat. Stares. Then closes it. Then opens it again. He snaps a photo of Soonie curled up next to him, half-asleep with his face smushed into a blanket. Then he types: “this is you.” Deletes it. Types again: “he’s judging me for missing you.” Deletes that too.

Eventually, he just sends the picture. And a few sarcastic follow-ups that come out more honest than he meant. He doesn’t want to sound soft. He doesn’t want to sound clingy. But the bed feels cold. And you’re not there. And that hoodie you left isn’t cutting it anymore.

He stares at the read receipt when it pops up. Heart beating faster than it should. If you reply? He’ll pretend he’s annoyed. But he’ll smile. Real big. And probably get up to make sure the door’s unlocked — just in case. Just for you.

Changbin // 창빈

☁️ 3AM version of him:

Wearing a hoodie 3 sizes too big, hood up, socks mismatched.

Sitting on the kitchen floor with a snack he doesn’t want.

Tried journaling but ended up writing your name 6 times.

Missing you so hard it’s starting to piss him off.

💬 What he texts you:

[3:06 AM] “do u ever get hit with missing someone so fast u forget how to breathe” “bc i was literally just making toast and now i wanna hold ur hand like it’s the last one on earth” “ok that sounded intense. ignore that” “actually don’t ignore that. i mean it” “you make my brain stupid and my chest tight” “i should’ve kissed you one more time before u left” “if i send u a pic of my dumb face will u come back and kiss it??”

(photo attachment: selfie. hood up. pouty. eyes soft. captioned “emotional gym rat. missing u.”) (followed by a voice memo where he starts saying “i love—” and immediately cuts it off with a groan and a “NOPE okay goodnight”)

🖋️ Mini fic:

He’s not sure why it hits him when it does. He was fine all night. Played games. Did a workout. Ate something decent. Even cleaned. And then he passed by the sweater you wore last weekend — still folded, still smelling a little like your shampoo — and suddenly it’s like something cracked open inside him.

So now he’s on the kitchen floor. Sending texts at this god forsaken hour. Because everything feels too quiet and too full at once, and the only thing that would make sense is your head on his shoulder and your voice in his ear.

He types, deletes, types again. Sends a selfie before he chickens out. Then sits there for a while, just looking at the time tick by and wondering if you’re awake too. If you’re thinking of him.

Because he sure as hell is thinking of you. Constantly. All the time. And when he sees those three dots? He is absolutely giddy.

Hyunjin // 현진

☁️ 3AM version of him:

Sitting on his bedroom floor in a linen shirt with paint on his fingers.

Candles burning. Music playing. Heart? Open.

Has already drafted a poem and deleted it.

Feels everything. Cries a little. Posts nothing.

💬 What he texts you:

[3:11 AM] “the sky looks like you tonight” “soft. hard to describe. kinda breathtaking.” “i was sketching and my hand kept drawing the shape of your smile” “do you ever think someone could be your muse in every lifetime?” “i think you’ve always been mine” “sorry. it’s late. i miss you.” “...are you dreaming of me too?” (photo attachment: a blurry sketchbook page — your silhouette next to a moon, captioned: “unfinished. like us rn.”) (voice note, 0:22 — whispered: “if you were here, i’d draw your hands until the sun came up.”)

🖋️ Mini fic:

He’s not trying to be dramatic. It’s just how his heart works.

The candles help. So does the music. But nothing really fills the silence when he looks over at the empty space where you’d usually sit — cross-legged, teasing him, fingers tracing his sketchbook.

So he draws you. Again. Doesn’t mean to. You just... show up in the lines. In the curve of a shoulder, the tilt of a smile. You’re in everything lately.

He snaps a photo before he chickens out. Types a message. Sends it. Then another. Then lies back on the floor with his heart in his throat, hoping you feel him thinking of you — hoping you dream about him too.

Han // 한

☁️ 3AM version of him:

Lying sideways on his bed with one sock on and an empty bag of chips on his chest.

Watching otter videos. Overthinking. Humming your favorite song by accident.

Wants to FaceTime you but might combust if you answer.

Misses you so much it short-circuits his cool.

💬 What he texts you:

[3:14 AM] “do u ever miss someone so bad u start watching animal videos to cope??” “i just watched an otter hold another otter’s hand and now i’m emotional” “ur the otter btw. i’m the other otter. this metaphor is falling apart but i mean it.” “also ur laugh lives rent-free in my brain and it’s getting out of hand” “anyway ignore me i’m normal” “unless u miss me too. then i’m not normal i’m FREE TONIGHT” “ok bye or hi or call me pls i’m fine” (photo attachment: a cursed otter meme that says “this is me when you’re not here 😔”) (voice note, 0:19 — “hi. um. i miss you. but in a chill way. like... a healthy, definitely-not-panicking way. ok. love you. i mean. bye.”)

🖋️ Mini fic:

He doesn’t mean to text you. He just meant to think about you dramatically in the dark while eating sad snacks like a rom-com gremlin.

But then the otter video hit too hard. And he’s too warm. And the bed feels too big and too cold and too lonely. And that hoodie you wore once? Now it is sitting on his chair looking at him like it knows something or probably judging him silently.

But he breaks nonetheless.

Sends the otter. Sends 7 chaotic texts. Then immediately buries his face in a pillow because what was that?? But when he hears your reply chime a second later, his whole face lights up. And just like that, the spiral? Worth it.

Felix // 필릭스

☁️ 3AM version of him:

Lying on his side, fairy lights on, scrolling your old messages.

Hoodie sleeves covering his hands. Blanket pulled up to his nose.

Thought he’d fall asleep early but then remembered the way you smiled at him today and now he’s wide awake with a full chest.

Misses you so much it turns into little voice memos he has to re-record three times.

💬 What he texts you:

[3:16 AM] “are u sleeping? i hope u are. but also… i miss u and ur dumb adorable face” “if u were here i’d be hugging u so tight ur back would crack like bubblewrap 🥺” “stars are out tonight and they’re all looking at me like ‘damn u soft’” “they’re right” “do u feel it when i think abt u? like... do my cuddles reach ur soul telepathically” “u better be drinking water btw. i will check.” (photo: his ceiling fairy lights and a sleepy smile, captioned “thinking of u looks like this”) (voice note, 0:11 — “just wanted to say i love ur voice. and ur laugh. and ur everything. goodnight, angel.”)

🖋️ Mini fic:

He turns onto his side for the fourth time. The blanket’s warm but not warm enough. The lights are dim, soft music playing, but it’s still too quiet without you. His phone is cold in his hand and your last message is already 6 hours old — still sweet, still short.

He whispers your name once, like a test. Then again, into the mic this time. Saves it. Re-records it. Still too much. Still too soft. Still you.

He texts instead — messy, affectionate, sleepy as hell. Then stares at the screen, smiling like a boy who’s hopelessly in love and just a little shy about it.

Seungmin // 승민

☁️ 3AM version of him:

Lying stiffly in bed like he’s mad at the ceiling.

Headphones in. Lo-fi playing. You on his mind for 3 straight loops of the playlist.

Absolutely not checking your socials for the third time.

Misses you so bad he might actually admit it. Almost.

💬 What he texts you:

[3:19 AM] “why are you awake” “go to sleep loser” “unless u can’t sleep bc ur thinking about me in which case. understandable” “i’m not saying i miss you but this pillow is bad and cold and not you so.” “whatever.” “hope ur dreaming about me bc i deserve that at least” (photo: his hand holding your side of the blanket, captioned: “not warm. return immediately.”) (voice note, 0:09 — whispered like a confession: “ok. maybe i miss you. but if u tell anyone i’ll deny it forever.”)

🖋️ Mini fic:

He’s been lying still for over an hour. Blanket tucked tight, eyes on the ceiling like it’s done him wrong. Your hoodie’s still draped over his chair. Your toothbrush still in the bathroom, next to his.

Everything looks normal. Except it’s not. You’re not there. And the quiet’s too big. It feels wrong.

He doesn’t want to text first. He never wants to text first. But your name is already glowing on his screen. So he types something sarcastic. Something low-effort. And then stares at the send button for too long.

When he hits it, his chest softens. Because truly, with you, he always softens. And always will soften. You just bring it out of him.

I.n // 아이엔

☁️ 3AM version of him:

Hoodie hood up. Lights off.

Spotify playing something suspiciously soft.

Just scrolled through your texts from two weeks ago like a fool.

Absolutely wants to see you. Absolutely pretending he doesn’t.

💬 What he texts you:

[3:23 AM] “not drunk just dumb and thinking abt you lol” “if u were here rn i’d pretend not to care but also pull you into my lap in 0.5 seconds” “do u know how annoying u are for making me feel this much??” “anyway. miss ur stupid face. come ruin my sleep schedule or whatever.” “u looked good in that hoodie last week btw. real good. unfair.” “now i’m stuck being in love and it’s all ur fault. congrats.” (photo: his lap, blanket, a corner of your hoodie sleeve he’s wearing. caption: “guess who this belongs to. be here before i steal it forever.”) (voice note, 0:17 — “if u knock on my door rn i won’t even pretend to be cool about it. i’ll just hug u and pretend i wasn’t waiting all night.”)

🖋️ Mini fic:

He doesn’t mean to open your chat. He just meant to scroll for a second. Just meant to check if you posted. But now he’s lying there, hoodie sleeves over his hands, phone on his chest, screen lighting up his soft grin like a secret he’s not ready to share.

He thinks about texting “sup.” Thinks about just sending a meme. Ends up sending 6 messages and a photo of your hoodie instead.

He doesn't overthink it—just hits send. Because it’s 3:23AM and you’re in his head again. Just how you were earlier. Just how you are every time during his normal day-to-day routine when you're not there. Just you and his thoughts.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #skz fluff #sundaysoftdrops

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blanketforcas · 1 day ago

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(credit to @fivefeetfangirl and @opheliathegreekgoddess for filming this question, tysm guys <3)

misha: hello!

me: hello! um. so, you know the singer perfume genius?

[transcript and context continues under the cut]

misha: no

me: i think you do... but uh, ruth connell and i think rob also went to a concert of his. and he, i think somewhere in 2021 he wrote fanfiction about jared, like him and jared having sex, and then one about jensen and him having sex. and he was going to write one about you as well

misha: uhu. but he didn't think he could handle it?

[audience laughs]

me: i think he was having trouble writing. um

misha: yeah

me: but then after, ruth posted something about, it was a picture of you, rob and ruth in a hug. and ruth tagged perfume genius in it.

misha: uhu

me: and after that, he kinda deleted his tweets and it seems like it was never finished or posted. [joking] and i was wondering if you like, bribed him or something so that he wouldn't post it. or like what happened there?

misha: i love that you're asking this question as if i have any fucking idea what you're talking about. "you know, perfume genius, i think you know" i've never heard of perfume genius. but! i'm very disappointed that he hasn't written it. maybe he did!

me: maybe... but you should contact him then

misha: this. well, okay. i'll follow up with him and find out whatever happened to my... fanfiction. yeah.

me: thank you. [trying to end this lol]

misha: did um, did- so ruth is tagging him on photos? i thought those photos that we took, the three of us, were private!

me: [joking] it was full-on kissing as well. i can show you

misha: can i see?

me: no it was a cute one

misha: was it? it was full-on kissing?

me: [shows misha ruth's insta post]

me: [notices misha is gonna take my phone out of my hands]: umm

misha: [grabs my phone anyway] [starts swiping]

me: no. misha no.

(misha doesn't stop)

me: [climbs on stage and takes phone back]

misha: i love how a fan jumps up on the stage and security is like "no, that's fair. this one's on you misha" you guys she- she did the right thing by the way. i stole her phone. so you can't fault her for that. thank you for standing up for yourself. that was unacceptable what i did. and also unacceptable what i saw on your phone

me: i hope that was interesting, the train information

misha: [laughs] it was- it's true. i did only make it to tomorrow's train from düsseldorf

me: you also want to see the fanfiction about jensen?

(staff drags me away from the mic)

(at this point i was already surrounded by a lot of security and staff)

misha at security: um. yeah, you guys, you can leave. she's fine. she's fine.

(security guy asks me to come with him anyway)

misha: no no no she's fine she's fine she's fine. guys! i stole her phone! and she had um, perfume genius pornography on it.

queue handler i hadn't talked to: no i'm sorry, you lied to us

me: i didn't (i had told a different queue handler my question in short but i hadn't written it down since i wanted it to be spontaneous)

misha to the handler: about what?

(queue handler claims again that i lied about my question)

misha: no no no, i'm gonna say: you can stay. and that's okay. she didn't do anything wrong. i took her phone.

(i walk away and i think i say thank you to misha lol idk i was on autopilot)

(staff found me anyway, like 10 min after i sat down somewhere, and they banned me from seeing the jared and mark s panel, some of my friends came to give me my bag and for moral support, then punished little me waited alone in the room outside the panel room for a bit lol and misha came up to me after his panel was done to check if i was okay and he concluded "i don't want questions filtered at my panels anyway", i saw him for a photo op like 30 min later and he was like "hi again" and i got the squishy hug i asked for ("yes of course") and that's what you missed on glee)

#he was so sweet?? anyway lol #had to transcribe and give context since it looks so messy but i hated hearing my own voice yikes does anyone ever get used to it #i would phrase my question differently if i had thought about it more but i didn't want to overthink it since that would've made me nervous #it is what it is #staff overreacted bc of the word “sex” i guess boooo #[everyone disliked that]#also i forgot about misha grabbing my shoulder #Youtube

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taetebebe · 2 days ago

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Hi! I hope you're doing well 😸 I just stumbled upon your bsf jay stories and it's amazing, while looking at the pictures I thought it would be hilarious if jay got added to close friends by mistake and saw the stories but didn't say anything until later. Anyways it's just a silly thought I had, I really like your works, byeee! 🤸🏽‍♀️

Bestfriend IG Stories <3 (feat. Jay) - Part 2

Pairing: Bsf!Jay x gn!reader

fluff, humour, suggestive, swearing - basically reader has a secret crush on bsf Jay therefore posting him on close friends which he's not a part of - OR is he?

Author's note: thank you for such a sweet ask, anonnie <3 Im sorry it took me such a long time to get this out but I hope you like it, it's a really good idea (maybe I'll do it for everyone else too - if anyone wants me to). If anyone wants to send requests or prompts pls feel free to do so in the asks :)

Enhypen Bookshelf [[]

Part 1

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n0rmal-cat · 2 days ago

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Hi!❤️❤️❤️❤️

Can we have the beach episode with the aliens? Pretty please? 🥹 👉👈

Also, I love all your stories, keep it up and good luck in everything you do!😘

Aliens x reader- beach fun and not so fun

[looking for weird things is better then swimming- reader]

[also thank you thank you!!❤️]

Readers chilling playing on the alien phone they were given on their bed of choice.

They suddenly get picked up into the air unprompted “wahh!” They look behind them, seeing the grinning face of watermelon.

“Do you know what time it is?!” He asked in excitement

“No?…lunch?” They ask

“Ah wrong idiot it’s beach time” he pointed a finger in reader face

“Don’t call them an idiot” garden yelled passing by the door, not angrily though.

“They have the beach in space?”

“ ‘They have the beach in space’ of course we have the beach!” He mocked

Reader grunts and jumps away from his hold, they follow garden outside the room.

“Why is watermelon being an asshole?” they ask garden as they pack a bag labeled human essentials.

They sigh “because they love the beach and get a little jittery whenever we go, he doesn’t mean to be rude and if he is just tell him that’s not beach etiquette”

“And he just follows that?”

“I’ve been married to him longer than you’ve been alive, I know how his brain works” they pull a black diving suit.

“Now put this on”

Reader rolls their eyes but starts to put in on “oh it actually fits pretty well, I expect it to be a lot tighter”

They look around checking themselves out “but why this and not a regular swimsuit?”

Garden touches the middle of reader's chest, a helmet immediately sprouting over their head “cool!”

“It’s specifically designed for humans, you don’t need to worry about knowing how to swim because it has a built in diving mode, that along with all of our data inside in case you ever get lost other will know who to bring you back to”

“I can just tell them?”

They look at reader with a look of empathy “honey people aren’t gonna understand the names garden and watermelon” they pat reader head

“Forget conversation, let's go!” Watermelon screamed

“Hold on, don't jump out of the ship before I land!” They run to go get him.

As soon as garden lands the ship, watermelon is the first to get out and run towards the water, or what looked like water anyway.

Garden gave them sunglasses and a hat, “you should hold my hand the beach is pretty long”

“Ok” reader blushes in embarrassment as they take garden hand.

The two walk down the pier “so why does he like the beach so much”

“Oh you know, long story” they smile and wave reader off

Reader pauses “you two are weird”

There were a few other humans at the beach so they could see why they needed to wear the suit.

They helped garden set up the towel and umbrella before sitting down with them.

“So what do you want to do now”

“Are their fish here? or anything in the water really?”

They laugh and pull out a book “I knew you would say that, so I pack you this book on all the little critters that live here”

They flipped open the book and looked over some of the pages “whoa, a fish that can grown and retract legs when in danger, a crab with paws to help them dig better, and a seagull with glow in the dark feathers!” They take another look at garden “am I in heaven!?”

“I hope not, now what first?” They ask

“Water stuff first!” They point towards the sea.

Garden gets up and starts to make their way to the shore line with reader, crouching down reader by their side.

“So what are we looking for then?” They smile

“Hm, what season is it?”

“It would be this planet equivalent to summer on earth”

“Ok good” they said happily

“According to the book it says that we can find bottle mimics stuck in the shoreline” they point to a picture of a map in a bottle.

“It says that bottle mimics have a map inside and the only way to get it out is if you leave it out in the sun”

“Well let’s find you one then”

Reader nods and starts to dig around, after about half an hour reader finally pulls out a clean bottle with a paper inside.

“I found one!”

“Well would you look at that, must be proud of yourself huh?”

“Hell yeah I am, now I’m gonna take it back to the ship and study it so I can make a re-“

“Guyysss” watermelon emerges from the water soaking wet looking a little more red than usual, he shakes off and looks over the two of them “hey you brought me a drink how nice” he takes the bottle from reader and breaks the top off.

Reader lets out a loud gasp as their hands go to their mouth “m-my”

“Why would you do that! Do you know how hard they worked for that”

Reader puts their head down and walks back to their towel sadly.

“It’s just a dink, why am i being yelled at?” He asked, genuinely confused.

Garden shakes their head “it wasn’t a drink, it was a mimic that they spent half an hour looking for, they wanted to bring it home with them” they explained

“And I killed it didn’t I?…”

“Pretty much”

“Well I did this I’ll go talk to them” he ran up to the umbrella in a hurry.

Reader sits their knees to true chest, “hey buddy-“

“Don’t call me that” they glared at him

“Look I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was something that you wanted it honestly looked like a drink” he rubbed the back of his neck.

Reader kisses their teeth in response.

“Oh come on there's got to be something else you want let me see that book”

“Hey!” He took it from their arms, he flipped through a few pages before landing on one.

“Look we’ll find this one, I see them all the time in the water”

“Fine…” reader stood up and wiped their face.

He took them to the water passing garden as they went, “going back to the water?”

“Going to look for creatures for them”

Garden gives him a quick kiss “alright I’m going to get my board, see you two later” they walked away.

He turns back to reader with a smile “right then! Why don’t you take my hair and hold on, I’ll swim out for us”

He crouched down for them

“Whatever” reader took hold and watermelon started to walk into the water.

It was quite as they felt themselves being submerged.

“I’m sorry I upset you reader”

“Mhm”

“Hey did garden tell you you why i like the beach so much” he asked

“No, why?” They were a little curious.

“It’s were they asked me to marry them, I just get so excited coming back to one. sometimes i become a big asshole and I'm sorry about that"

That made sense he was always an idiot when it came to love.

“Oh..”

He stop and just stays there

“This is probably far out enough, now all we have to do is wait”

He took reader off their back and laid down in the water, sitting them on his chest.

“Why wait?”

“Because what we’re looking for will turn up soon” he closed his eyes

“So is this all you do, lay in the water and do nothing”

He laughs “I’m not doing nothing, I’m hunting”

“Hunting, this is hunting?” Reader crossed their arms.

“Just give it a few minutes will you?”

They let out a huff but do as they’re told.

A few minutes pass with nothing happening “ok your times up nothings happening”

He moves up, knocking them over into the water.

“Agh!” The suit helps them stay afloat

Watermelon takes a handful of his hair and holds it up to them.

“I’d say that’s about twelve fish right there” he smirks

“That’s…that’s incredible a species that hunts not with their hands or feet but with hair” they put a hand out to take a single fish out of his hair.

it was very shiny and cartoonish.

“Pretty cool right? I used to go fishing all the time when I was younger”

Reader nods “I think i found what I want to study”

“Really which one”

“I can’t tell you that would ruin it all”

They pick reader back up again “whatever you say”

It had been far longer that they were there then reader had thought, hell it was already starting to darken.

“So where's garden”

“My guess? Getting their shoulder popped back into place”

“Huh…”

“Yeah they always take surfing way too seriously and end up hurt in a some way, never got one scratch in battle but broke both arms twice and four separate times”

“Both of you need help” they thought about it “or don’t I’d like to see what other shit you guys do”

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Forever (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: The promise of forever had wrecked you once. Bucky hadn’t thought that forever was possible for him, but he wants it…with you. If you’ll have him.

A/N: This is my first one-shot and I had so much fun writing this! Please comment and reblog! 💕

Warnings: Mild Swearing, Angst

Banner by: @uzmacchiato

Your hands flew up to block the stack of photographs that flew towards you and almost hit your face, the prints drifting in the air before falling at your feet in the penthouse apartment.

You sighed sharply, annoyed with the fact that you had just had pictures flung towards you, and annoyed at the woman who had tossed them at you, as she furiously marched back and forth through the apartment.

You rested your hands on your sides just before the woman hissed at you.

“You, are unbelievable!”

You rolled your eyes at the client, not wanting to go back and forth with the woman any further, as you had been for the past fifteen minutes.

“M’am, the proof is in the pictures-“

“Pictures that were forged! That you forged!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your frustration growing by the minute. The woman continued her furious marching back and forth, shaking her head.

“You just put them together, somehow,” she desperately claimed. “Because you couldn’t find anything worth reporting and needed the money.”

The woman came to a strong halt in front of you, paying no mind to the pictures that her heels pressed into.

“You’re wrong,” she said, a bit of uncertainty in her tone, and her eyes glossy as she glared at you. “You need to follow him again.”

Another sigh left your lips as you looked at the woman, a softer one this time around.

This was one of the hardest parts of the job. The part you hated. Clients hire you to find out whatever’s happening with their spouse or partner, only to be unprepared for the results. Sometimes, your clients could patch things up, and work their way through whatever it was they were going through. Sometimes, it was easy for the couple to part ways- as easy as it could be anyway-with no strings attached.

But in this case, marriage was involved. And in her particular case, you didn’t think there was any hope of her and her husband working things out. If they had eventually decided to rekindle, it would be through monitored phone calls and weekly visitations.

But you doubted her relationship even had a chance of surviving, though.

You were willing to bet on it.

You felt for the woman. The same as you did for the same cases-which were many- that ended in the same way. It was hard having see the woman stand before you, tears threatening to spill over, as she wished with everything she had, that you were wrong.

But you knew that deep down, she knew you were right. And that the pictures she had launched at you in denial, were very much real.

You reached down to pick up one of the candid photos, regret filling you. The particular photo had been the dealbreaker, and had proven your previous theory of the client’s situation, one that you had formed weeks ago.

“Look,” you began, trying to let the woman down as easily as you could. “I know it’s not easy to hear. And It’s likely the worst shit you’ve ever had to hear or find out.”

The client averted her gaze, refusing to meet your eyes. But you had a job to do, the job that she paid you for.

Or at least, paid you half for.

“It’s likely this has been going on for months. And instead of using the last ounce of dignity he had left to come clean, he decided to be a piece of shit, and paid someone to deal with his problems. The only way these rich assholes know how to get through life.”

The woman’s teary eyes fell to you after you said this, and you had taken in the luxury apartment you were standing in at the moment, as well as the woman’s expensive attire, which had probably cost more money than you had ever come across.

“No offense...”

The woman let out a light chuckle, not one that was humorous, but one that harbored defeat.

“None taken…” she admitted, a few of the tears that had been held in her eyes finally spilling over. She was able to keep her composure though, before ultimately sitting on the floor, her eyes skimming through the photos that were scattered around.

“I knew it…” she whispered to herself. “Deep down, I knew it. He wants to run away with his mistress and makes arrangements to have me killed…”

You felt yourself frown a bit as you watched the woman come to terms with what she knew, and a sense of familiarity hit you. You had felt for her.

You were her at one point.

Thankfully though, minus the murder attempt.

And you could guess that her marriage hadn’t always been at this point. Who would ever get married if it had started this way?

And with that in mind, you offered what you could.

“Look, I’m sorry. But,” you reluctantly started. “I would get on the phone with the police, right now, if I were you and…” you paused, a sigh leaving you. “It’s hard. It will be, but it gets better. Eventually…”

You could visibly see your words resonated with her, and she wiped the tears that covered her cheeks, and quickly stood.

“I won’t keep you any longer. Here,” she walked over the large coffee table where her bag purse sat, pulling out a pen and a checkbook. She scribbled on a page, before ripping it off and politely handing it to you.

“Thank you,” she said, wiping away the rest of the tears. “And I’m sorry about the pictures.”

You nodded, assuring her that it was okay, surprised that it was the only way she had lashed out.

You could call the case successful, as you left the woman’s apartment. The client had been searching for answers, and you delivered. You could call it successful, but it didn’t make it any less disheartening. No matter how much you had gotten paid.

And it didn’t make each case that was similar to this one sting any less for you.

The buzz of your phone has stolen your attention for a moment, and you stopped with a smile before pulling it out of your back pocket to read what you knew was a text from the person who always made your face light up.

Bucky:

Hey. Are we still on for tonight?

The text made you smile grow even wider, and took your mind off the memory that threatened to ruin your night. Excitement rang through you as you answered the text, along with determination to figure out why your boyfriend had been acting weird all week.

And tonight, you finally might’ve figured out why.

You:

Duh. I’ll be back home in an hour ; )

You let out a laugh at Bucky’s attempt and miserable fail to send a smiley face in reply to your message, noting the age joke you would have to make to him later.

Bucky had been acting weird lately.

Very weird.

He didn’t think that you noticed his change in behavior, but you would’ve had to be blind not to notice.

The two of you had missed each other all week, with Bucky either on back to back missions, or you swamped with cases. This was the first time all week the two of you had had any time to spend together, and you were soaking up every second of it.

“Ha-Ha, very funny,” Bucky said in a dry tone, a crooked smile on his lips. “You're hilarious. Really.”

You dodged the cheese puff that had been weakly tossed at you by Bucky as he planted himself on the couch next to you, a giggle leaving your lips.

“I’m sorry, but I had to,” you said, your laugh cutting through your sentence. “But gotta admit-that was a good one.”

Bucky paused, a small smirk forming.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “That was pretty good.”

Your laughter faded, and so did his, but his smile remained as he locked eyes with you. He looked at you, really looked at you, and there was silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it was warm-a comfortable one. Bucky leaned in and his lips met yours, soft but firmly. The kiss lasted all but a few seconds, but it left you breathless.

You could feel the lingering smile that was left on Bucky’s lips as he pulled away, his eyes still on you.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all week.”

Bucky stayed closer than usual, and just…stared at you. He looked like he was in a daze, or dream as his deep blue eyes gazed right at you, eyes tracing your face. His smile never once left his lips, and you were starting to grow concerned, when he finally spoke.

“I love you…”

That was exactly what you were talking about.

That was weird.

You had heard the three words from him hundreds of times, but this one, like many other ones this week, had sounded…off.

You squinted in confusion, speaking.

“Uh…I love you too…?

Your words seemed to have no effect though, as Bucky continued to simply…stare at you. He must have not realized how long he was staring, or that he was staring in the first place, and when you called his name, a few times at that, he seemed to snap out of the daze he was in.

“Sorry,” he said, as he shook his head. “Uh-What were we doing before I got completely distracted?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused, but you brushed the moment off. You stole a few glances at Bucky throughout the night, and ultimately decided to let it go. Until later on…

“So…” Bucky paused, a question at his lips. “Why is it called The Office, if they barely ever do any work?

Bucky’s question had you letting out a laugh as you comfortably sat under his arm as it rested on your shoulders, the sitcom running in the background.

“Well, that’s the point,” you laughed, Bucky’s face only making the sounds of laughter louder. “It’s more of a comedy than a realistic office show.”

“Huh,” Bucky whispered to himself at your explanation, and the way his brows furrowed told you he still didn’t quite get the concept. “Anyway, enough of that…”

Bucky reached for the remote and shut the tv off, and stood up heading for the kitchen, but not before pulling you along with him.

“Hey! I was watching that!”

Bucky chuckled at your protest, and you had tons of questions as to why whatever just happened happened, but paused when Bucky had finally stopped pulling you when you reached the dining table, and you spotted two familiar containers of a desert you loved.

Your eyes went wide as they fell to Bucky’s blue ones.

“Shut. up.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed at your words.

“I didn’t say anything-…”

“No, I mean,” you pointed to the dining table. “You can only get this cheesecake downtown…”

Your eyes fell to Bucky’s again.

“Yeah, I-uh, made the stop on the way home.”

“And we couldn’t eat these in the living room while watching the office because…?”

Bucky seemed to scramble to say something, before he actually did utter something that sounded made up.

“Well,” he threw his hand up. “We’re already in the kitchen, so…”

You opened your mouth to speak once more when Bucky was leading you away again, closer to the table this time, and stopped you right in front of the container of cheesecake. He handed you a fork before getting one for himself, and pulled a chair out for you.

You reluctantly lowered yourself in the chair across from Bucky, a wave of confusion hitting you.

This was exactly what you were talking about.

This was weird.

Bucky was acting off. You could no longer brush off his bizarre behavior, and this showed when you set your fork down, brows furrowing at your boyfriend, curiosity filling you.

And Bucky had noticed.

“What..?”

You continued your stance as you sat back in your chair, your head tilting to the side, determined. Bucky looked visibly confused at the sudden change in your demeanor, and in his confusion, he mimicked your stance.

“You’re being weird.”

“You started it.”

You could tell that Bucky had been at a loss for words, and scrambled to say something.

“I-I thought that was your favorite thing about me.”

“Yeah…” you dragged out, your brows still furrowed. “But you’re acting weirder than usual. More than I’m comfortable with.”

“Uh…” Bucky once again scrambled to say something, before eventually reaching for his fork and digging into the cheesecake in front of him. “How was work…?”

You glanced around, confused at Bucky’s decision to stonewall your question. You had a feeling that simply asking what was going on would get you nowhere, so you thought you’d humor him.

For now, anyway.

“Uh…well, it was a typical case. He was cheating, of course. They had married young and in the end they despised each other…and he tried to have her murdered.”

Bucky started right at you, stunned and startled by what you had just said.

“Huh..”

“Yeah,” you sighed, finally digging into the cheesecake in front of you, vaguely noticing the way Bucky had sat up at the action, eyes focusing on you. “I just think it’s sad. The murder attempt and the cheating of course, but… I just think it’s sad to think they hadn’t started out that way. The relationship, I mean. They were headed for disaster from the moment they said ‘I do’…”

You took another bite of your cheesecake, and once again vaguely noticed a reaction from Bucky, as he suddenly stopped eating.

“Uh, wh-what do you mean?”

You took Bucky’s question in, and paused for a moment, poking at your cake.

You knew exactly what you meant.

“Well,” you sighed, shrugging. “I just think that…marriage is where good-great- relationships go to die.”

“Um, wh-what do you mean?”

Bucky asked in the same tone he had previously, a mix of both anxious and shocked, as if he was caught off guard by your words.

“I mean, it sells you a fairytale and in the end, you just end up hating each other. The same person you would’ve done anything for…you end up wanting to be as far away as possible from.”

“But they don’t…all end up that way, right?” Bucky asked, letting out a shaky little laugh as he scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, people still get married…right?

“Yeah. First timers. Cause they don’t know any better,” your tone dripping with obviousness. “If you ask me, they’re doomed right from the proposal.”

“How so…?” Bucky asked, another shaky laugh leaving him.

“You know, the ones that are so predictable. Like at a famous landmark, like the Statue of Liberty, or the Eiffel Tower,” you started, and Bucky leaned in seeming more interested in the particular conversation. “Or the typical hiding the ring in a champagne glass, or a cake…”

Right at that moment, you noticed that Bucky had frozen. It was just enough that you had noticed it, his cheeks flushing a bit and a strained smile on his lips.

“In a…cake?” He repeated, his voice a little higher than normal.

You arched your brow slightly in response to his bizarre behavior, but kept going.

“Yeah, it's just so cliche…”

Your eyes didn’t leave Bucky’s face when you spoke, and you watched as he sat up in his chair, clearing his throat. He picked up his fork and began to poke at his cake, his eyes flicking up and darting back down, occasionally stealing a look at the cheesecake that sat in front you.

And you just couldn’t brush it off.

“Okay, what is going on with you?”

Bucky’s gaze shot up to meet yours, and you thought you had sensed a bit of panic in his gaze, but it quickly evaporated as he changed his expression and smiled, one you thought was forced.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, holding a smile.

You kept your gaze on him for a couple seconds, wanting to understand what was going on because you were sure that something was going on. But the only way you would get answers were through your questions that Bucky seemed to not want to answer. And with that in mind, you brushed off another unusual moment, something that was happening too often now.

“Okay…,” you dragged out in a questioning tone, picking up your fork. “I’ll take your word for it then, I guess…”

Just before you could take another dig at the cake that sat before you, Bucky reached across the table, quickly swapping your cheesecake with his own.

“Hey!,” you called out, throwing your hands up. “Why would you-?”

“I just thought you’d like mine better. Tastes better.”

Your brows furrowed at him.

“But aren’t they the same-?”

Bucky wasted no time before digging into the cheesecake, your cheesecake. He dug his fork into the cake and when he brought it to his mouth, he chewed once or twice, and the third time his chewing came to a sharp halt, and he looked as if he had jolted a bit.

Your brows furrowed even further if possible, and when Bucky came to the realization that you were watching him, he presented that same forced smile, stiff to the point of awkwardness, his eyes reflecting a kind of tension.

“Okay…?” You said, finally taking another bite.

You wanted to inquire forward, but the way that Bucky had brushed the matter off only made you feel as though nothing really had been going on, and that you had even imagined the moment.

But it didn’t stop the questioning looks you gave your boyfriend for the remainder of the night.

6 Months Ago ~

Bucky’s POV:

Bucky didn’t mean to stare for as long as had been. But he just couldn’t help it. It had become a habit he had no interest or intention of breaking anytime soon.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you as he watched you try -and fail- to balance the spoon on your nose, chuckling at you as you swore that you’d get it on the next try.

Moments with you were so…peaceful. Enjoyably chaotic at times, but…peaceful. Bucky was used to the chaos of missions, the fight or flight decisions that came with it, and at times he could never really separate his home life from them. He could never shut his mind off or stop it from running, with thoughts and memories of his past.

But with you-when he was with you, there was quiet. You were the calm in his storm, a storm that had been brewing for years, a storm he thought would only and could only get worse.

But somehow, you made it better.

With you, he wasn’t simply surviving…he was living. With you he could just…let go.

His slight awkwardness and his inability to adjust to the modern world hadn’t thrown you off, at all. Instead, you had embraced it, a joke in your mind for every time he had done something to assure he had grown up in different times. And this only drew you to him even more, because it had been a deep contrast between you and the other women who had ghosted him after the second-or even first-date.

And as he kept his gaze on you, just enamoured, the familiar feeling hit him. A feeling he had been feeling more often than not lately.

It was something he had never felt before, something that was new to him.

It was the urge, the deep desire to just want to…stay.

The word had plagued his thoughts for about a year now, but he knew it about a few months in. Instantly.

Marriage.

It was something that he tried to push out of his mind every time it came to him. Bucky didn’t think he deserved it-a future with you, one that sounded like heaven on earth. He didn’t think he deserved it-not after everything he’d done, and all the pain he had caused others with his past as the Winter Soldier. The guilt still ate him alive, and he had let go of the possibility a long time ago.

But how could he not have hope again when you -the girl of his dreams- stood right in front of him? Sometimes he daydreamed about what married life would be like with you-probably not too far off from what it was now.

The lazy mornings, your confusing-but intriguing- tv shows you had forced him to watch with you…if there was a possibility that this life with you could be forever…

He wanted that. And there was no doubt about it.

He had no idea what marriage looked like, but he was willing to figure it out together.

Bucky’s heart sank a bit though, as he thought back to the first-and last- time he had mentioned something about marriage.

“Do you ever think about…marriage? Not like, now, but just…in general. Like is it something you’d…consider? Again…?”

The two of you were only a few months into your relationship, so Bucky could see why it was a weird question. But marriage was a further step that couples took, and it was something he never saw himself doing but meeting you, falling for you and feeling the way he did was never something he saw himself in either.

He had wanted to ask for some time, but had held off on it, because he couldn’t predict how you would react due to your…unforeseen past and bad experience with marriage. Something Bucky knew was a sore spot for you.

Bucky could tell that you had been caught off guard by the question, evident by the way you had choked on the coffee you had been sipping on, instantly making Bucky feel guilty.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky shook his head as he scrambled to apologize, guiltily. “Sorry, that I brought it up, I didn’t mean to make you-uncomfortable. Just, never mind-“

“No, it’s-it’s okay,” you assured him, wiping the coffee that had dropped down your chin. “We can talk about it.”

Bucky noticed the way your body language had changed all of a sudden, your face taut as you sighed.

“Um…well, I don’t know if I’d try again. My first one was a shit show, but it hadn’t always been. I made the decision to get married because I thought things would get better than what it was and…it just ended up blowing up in my face,” you shrugged, your gaze focused on the coffee in your mug.

Bucky could feel the shift in your mood, and he reached over to place his hand over yours. You acknowledged him, forcing a smile.

“I just think…why try to change it if it’s fine-great-the way it is?”

Bucky took your answer in, nodding.

“Yeah…yeah, I get that. Makes sense…”

The truth was that it did make sense to Bucky, but…he couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t a bit bummed by your answer.

He could tell that your first marriage had left you shaken and changed something in you. He didn’t think he would be able to stop himself from doing something…unpleasant to the guy you had exchanged vows with before, so he didn’t like to think about it too much.

He hadn’t wanted to push you, or force you to accept something you didn’t think you were ready for, so he never inquired further or brought up the word again.

But the fact still remained-that he did want that future with you.

So what if…the two of you could get it right this time?

Grow old-older, in his case,-together? It was something he was hopeful about, and if there was a chance-any chance- that you were willing to spend the rest of your life with him…

He just had to take it.

It was just a matter of how, though.

You couldn’t stop smiling to yourself as you waved the old couple goodbye, putting away the container of cookies the sweet old woman insisted you take.

This had been one of the better cases, one you didn’t normally take, but you decided you would humor the elderly couple. They had hired you to investigate their son, who they had suspected was planning on throwing them a surprise anniversary party.

You had been…puzzled, at first. You had explained to them that your services weren’t typically used for situations like theirs, but you had to admit, they had gotten to you. Convinced you, somehow.

There was something about the couple that just made you…think.

And think you did, for hours, as you sat at your desk at your agency.

You thought about how adorable the old couple was, from how the husband still heartwarmingly still pulled the chair for his wife to sit in, to how they finished each other’s sentences. You couldn’t help but to notice the pictures that had hung on the walls, older and newer. The couple had been madly in love. And you didn’t know how but, you could tell that nothing had changed between them.

They were still the same couple that they were in those pictures, their love having not faltered.

And it just made you think about your own relationship.

The word had plagued your thoughts for a while now.

Marriage.

You had been through it before, and it chewed your previous relationship up and spit it out. You had no idea that the outcome would have been what it was. It seemed impossible at the time.

All you knew was that you were in love, and after you got married…it was almost as if the love was never there.

A few years after that disaster, you had met Bucky. Someone who you could confidently say was the man of your dreams.

Marriage was something couples used to progress in their relationship, something to take it a step further. It wasn’t required, though, and you thought that relationships could thrive even without a marriage.

And that was exactly your point.

What you had with Bucky was amazing. Something you had never experienced before, not even in your first marriage. No one’s relationship was perfect, but to you, yours and Bucky’s was perfect.

Why the hell would you do anything to change that?

But on the other hand, something you thought about at times was…

What if?

Sometimes you thought about it. What forever would look like with Bucky…and it sounded like heaven on earth. and if Bucky had ever asked you to spend forever with him…you would want to. More than anything.

But the truth was…that you were afraid.

The what if’s didn’t only apply to whether you and Bucky could get it right but what if…you couldn’t?

What if…marriage ruined everything? What if you ended up hating the person you loved the most?

The possibility scared you more than anything.

But it also didn’t make sense. A world where you couldn’t stand Bucky. You were perfect for each other.

So the decision you had to make was clear…

If Bucky had asked you to spend forever with him…were you willing to take the chance? The chance of possibly losing what you two had, something that was special? Were you willing to make a bet on love?

The question rang in your mind for hours on end, and you were barely able to get any work done.

And it wasn’t long before you felt it.

The floor had started shaking beneath you, and it wasn’t long after until your desk had begun to do the same. In the same moment, you thought you had heard screaming and the rush of footsteps, but they sounded muffled- far, but close enough so that you could hear.

The commotion had caused you and a few of your colleagues to rise from your desks, curious. No one had to say anything, though some did, but it was apparent that everyone wanted to know what was going on.

Just as you were about to investigate, you both felt and heard the impact that had caused the windows to shatter, shards flying, screams and panic ensuing.

Yourself and a few others flew, with nothing but the ground to break your fall. Your body began to ache from the impact, but you had no time to even suffer from the pain when you felt the violent rumble of the floor.

You had no time to process what was happening, and before you knew it…

You were falling.

You felt a rush of air as you fell through the floor, and the impact of landing had been worse than the first, your ears left ringing and vision a bit blurry. You had hit the ground, hard, and it left you breathless. You were grateful that you could move though, and you stood shakily, your body in pain. You couldn’t see much, though, and you had soon realized it wasn’t due to your vision, which was close to clearing up.

As you glanced around, you had just taken in how dark it was. And after shuffling around in the small space that had just seemed to be surrounded by rocks, you had soon realized that you were trapped.

Rubble had boxed you in the enclosed space, and panic had begun to set in. You used all the strength you had to try to move a rock, any rock, to create a pathway, You yelled out in hopes that someone, anyone, would hear you, and had almost given up hope when no one seemed to answer you.

You were stuck for all of ten minutes, when you finally did hear an answer -your name- and the sound of rushing footsteps as they came closer.

And you would have recognized the voice anywhere.

“Bucky?”

The footsteps sounded like they’d stopped right above you, and you heard your name again, confirming who you were talking to.

“Bucky, I’m trapped! I-I can’t get out!”

“Hang on! I’m gonna pull you out!”

Not long after, you heard the movement of some rubble above you, debris falling past your head and hitting the ground. You could hear Bucky straining as he pushed rubble aside, and soon after, light had peeked through a crack above you. You heard more straining from Bucky and with a final yank and heave, you watched as Bucky pushed aside a large piece of rubble, leaving a gap just large enough so that you could slip through.

“Give me your hand!”

You could see much better now, and you climbed on top of some uneven rubble so you could reach Bucky’s hand that was extended out to you. You were up and on even ground in an instant, Bucky pulling you up and out of the gap with ease.

“Are you alright?” Concern leaked through Bucky’s tone, and his hands quickly moved to your face, his metal one cooler against your face as he checked for any marks, gently holding your face.

“I’m fine,” you said, taking notice of the concern on Bucky’s face. “Just a little bruised, but I’m fine. I promise.”

Bucky glanced over your face, letting go of a breath that you didn’t know he was holding in and your face, tension leaving him when he believed you.

You ran your eyes over Bucky, taking notice of the tear in his jacket, and the bruise that had been forming just above his brow, sweat dripping down his forehead. And you wasted no time in asking what was going on.

“Are you okay? What is going on? What the hell just happened?”

“Sam and I were tracking a target and things got messy…and the building ended up being collateral,” he admitted. “I rushed in the second I realized the place was hit. I didn’t know if you were still inside…”

You felt the weight of Bucky’s words, overwhelmed at the fact that he had been willing to risk his life for you. There was a moment of silence, before Bucky cleared his throat, speaking.

“Uh-We should probably get the hell out of here. The rest of this place could come down at any minute...”

It felt like a journey trying to get out of the crumbling building. You both moved quickly, and you followed closely behind Bucky as he led you down the path he came, Bucky occasionally offering his hand to pull you up or through the rubble in your path, something that had no doubt been easier for him due to his enhanced abilities.

You and Bucky hadn’t exchanged more than a few words in a while, and you stole glances at him as you walked side by side now, and you could tell that he had been doing the same with you by the way your eyes had met every now and then.

Even as you and Bucky made your way out and through the damaged rubble to escape the crumbling building that threatened to fall at any moment, it wasn’t what was on your mind.

Your mind was clouded with the thoughts you had been having all day, the same one you had had before you were in this mess. Bucky looked the same way. It looked as though he wanted to say something, but just chose to keep stealing glances at you.

The silence between you was thick, and it only seemed to be getting worse. You thought maybe you should say something, anything, but Bucky had beat you to it. You stopped just a few feet ahead of Bucky, confused, as he came to a sharp halt.

Bucky stood still for a moment, his eyes closed as he took short deliberate breaths. And about a second later, he opened his eyes, staring straight at you.

“I can’t do this anymore…”

Your brows furrowed at him.

“What are you talking about? Why did we stop?”

Your question seemed to fall on deaf ears as Bucky turned with his back to you and paced around for a moment, before turning to face you again. He ran his tongue over his lips before he locked eyes with you.

“Hypothetically…if someone were to, say, ask you a really big question…what would your answer be?

“What?” You were beyond confused, your eyes wide as you looked at Bucky. You didn’t understand what could have been so important in a moment like this.

There was silence again. And you watched and heard as Bucky sighed.

“…I don’t have a speech or anything prepared, but…”

Bucky looked at the ground, sighing, and locked eyes with you once again.

“There’s a lot about me that’s…complicated. Messed up, even…but you…you just make sense. Like somehow, you’re the one thing that fits when nothing else does.”

His words touched you, and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

“I had let go of the prospect of a future a long time ago. It wasn’t like a door that had just closed- it was like a door that had been incinerated and burnt to ash. And there was nothing left to walk through. But then I met you…and that door just reappeared. Solid. Like it had never been gone…

You felt yourself freeze where you stood as you finally caught on, taking in Bucky’s words. You could have been wrong but…was Bucky proposing?

“I’ve been trying to do this all week,” Bucky pulled out a small box from his pocket, fiddling with it. “I tried to find the right words, and the right moment…and I have this ring that still has cake in it and it’s chipped from when I bit into it. Never mind that, though, -it’s a long story…”

Though confused at his words, you couldn’t help the light laugh that had left you at Bucky’s babbling.

“I guess what I want to say is…I love you, Y/N. God, I love you.”

Bucky drew himself closer to you.

“You’re the best damn thing that’s happened to me in a long time and what we have…I don’t ever want to let it go…”

Bucky sighed, his eyes still locked on yours.

“I know you’ve been through a lot. And I know it didn’t go the way you had planned the first time around, and I’m not asking you to pretend that it didn’t happen. I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know that when I think about forever…my forever…there isn’t a world that exists where you’re not in it.”

You watched as Bucky furrowed his brows, perplexed.

“Huh,” he whispered to himself, a small frown on his lips. “I guess I did have a speech…”

You and Bucky were left in silence. You were deep in thought, just…staring ahead.

This was Bucky. Your Bucky. And as he stood before you confessing his love to you, words that rang true for you as well, babbling about things that you probably would never understand, the same question that had plagued your thoughts came to you again…

Were you willing to make a bet on love?

You didn’t have to ponder much to come up with an answer, and soon enough, your decision was clear.

You thought to yourself…

That there wasn’t a world where you could ever hate Bucky Barnes.

With the thought in mind, you bit back a smile, your eyes glancing at Bucky again.

“Was that a proposal…?” You asked the question you already knew the answer to, and you watched as Bucky came to a realization.

“Shit-yeah. Yes-shit, I forgot to ask,” Bucky shook his head, and your loud sounds of laughter echoed off the rubble. He got down on one knee, holding out the box to you. “Y/N…will you marry me?”

Without a word, you pressed your lips against Bucky’s, the action catching him off guard. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you deepened the kiss, and it said a million words that you didn’t have to say out loud.

Bucky’s lips had held a smile similar to yours when you both pulled away, a question at his lips.

“Um…was that a yes, or-?”

“Yes, Bucky! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

A relieved smile had painted Bucky’s face as he slipped the ring on your finger, and as he did, you couldn’t help the excitement and contentment that ran through you, as you thought about what forever with Bucky would look like.

“So…what were you saying about there being cake in the ring…?”

“Oh-uh…I’ll explain as soon as we get out of here…”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #fanfic #mcu #bucky x oc #bucky x you #the winter soldier #oneshot #marvel one shot

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ranunculussy · 3 days ago

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enigma | part 07.

ꕥ part 01. | part 02. | part 03. | part 04. | part 05.| part 06. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: canon-typical violence, kinda graphic description of the next crime, swearing, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, moderately jealous Spencer, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, if there are other warnings or tags i should add let me know ꕥ small author's note: hey guys, i'm back from the nine hells! i'm honestly really, really sorry that i disappeared for such a long time but i discovered that the ao3 writer's curse is, in fact, real as fuck. i've been sick for 2 months on and off, which resulted in me, ending up in the hospital and even spending my birthday there lmao. anyway, i think i lowkey reached the end of my recovery and i am back!! hope you'll enjoy this chapter and thank you so much if you're still here after so much waiting, i love you with all of my heart <3 ꕥ small author's note 2: i'll be describing a rather weird(?) crime this time that was inspired by a song (i'll attach it at the end of the chapter, i heavily recommend it - check it out on youtube too, it has a nice mv). i was very hesitant at first about whether i should write this or stick to the good old, bit more basic plots but then i was like fuck it, i have creative freedom for a reason and this series is already filled with weird crimes so why not ꕥ small author's note 3: i am also working on the sapphic knight!Emily × princess!reader, so you can expect that very soon ^-^ let me know if you're interested in it and would like to be notified when it's published ꕥ word count: ~2.6k ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should [this fanfic is also available on AO3 with the same title and username]

wednesday

“We got a case. A bad one. Like really, really bad.” The word ‘anxious’ couldn’t even describe exactly how Garcia speedwalked through the bullpen in her neon pink high heels with her rhinestoned tablet in hand. The rest of the team—except for Hotch, were all gathered around Rossi’s desk since he was showing pictures of his grandson with a puppy that he got for his birthday.

“Dare I say Florida?” you murmured audibly enough for some of them to snort at your comment, which was only half a joke. With the amount of utter bullshit that went down there and resulted in the ‘Florida man’ news nothing was surprising anymore. Let’s just say, you accidentally hit the bull’s eye.

“Brace yourselves, my sweet, sweet crimefighters, because what I’m about to show you is very gory.”

You lowered your gaze to the bright screen of your tablet, where photos of the crime scene popped up. Well… Garcia was right. It was gory.

Not even half an hour ago divers found the second dead woman on one of the beaches in Florida. It looked like she got sewn into a seal’s skin and laid down there, making it look like it was a deceased animal, swept to the land by the stronger waves. Lucky for you, since this exact thing happened a few days ago, people were more cautious and thus, the scene remained in its original, uncompromised state.

“Sarah Moore is the second victim in three days. Today, the Florida Police Force has invited us in officially.” took over the word your unit chief, shifting everyone’s glance from the tablets —and printed out files in a particular doctor’s case—towards him.

“What, they didn’t find this” Derek pointed at the device still displaying the graphic photos of the scene in front of him, “freaky at the first time!?”

“There has been a rather public scandal involving the police in Florida, which resulted in replacing almost every person at command there. I think the new chief wanted to show that he can handle things by himself, since many eyes are on him and his work.” explained the man on your right, gesticulating with his big, slender hands. As your eyes unintentionally traced the line of his fingers, you wondered if he ever played the piano. He had the hands of an artist.

“Great. I wonder how much of an asshole he will be to us. I bet he’ll try to demonstrate his superiority.” your let out a groan at the thought of having to handle a grown man who acts like a demanding child, thinking that he is better and smarter than everyone else there. You had problems with people like him. Swallowing your pride when you knew that you were right was challenging for you.

“I wouldn’t exactly use this wording, but Y/N is right. Chief Miller will do everything to make himself look good in the eye of the public, even if it means undermining us. We will have to be exceptionally careful. Wheels up in 30.”

You sat at the window in one of the lounge seating areas of the jet. Next to you was Emily, Reid sat in front of you, Derek next to him. The laptop—making it possible for Penelope to join in the briefing that took place on the plane—was set up on the table between the four of you. Hotchner, JJ and Rossi gathered around your seats with tablets and case folders in hand.

All of you were reading the detailed police reports, that seemed more like a plot of some series than an actual crime committed by actual humans. None of you have met with things like this before.

Both victims got partially skinned ante-mortem, then sewn into a seal that was cut open from its jaw to its belly. The only skin remaining on Sarah and the other poor woman, named Ruby, were on those parts of their bodies that didn’t get covered by the animal. This meant the area of their stomach, chest and face. Even their scalps got removed.

“Garcia, do we know if the seals were real or a costume?” asked the doctor after looking up from the files.

“What am I, if not the queen of supplying you with all kinds of unsettling information? I already checked, however, and couldn’t find anything on this.”

“They didn’t check?” asked Emily in a dumbfounded tone.

“Well, if they did, there are no records about it anywhere.”

“Wanna bet that Chief Whatever-the-hell-his-name-is—” you started but got interrupted by Reid, chiming in, correcting you with a slight smile on his annoying face, as usual.

“Miller.”

“Yea, that. So, wanna bet that Chief Miller wanted to wrap this case up as quickly as possible by finding a fitting culprit and putting them away, whether they’re the real killer or not? Wouldn’t surprise me if he simply forgot to check this detail.”

The briefing went on for a long time. Ideas from everyone kept popping up the more you thought about the crime, its meaning, what it tells about the UnSub, the mode of display and basically everything regarding to the case. You even debated against each other if you found some holes in the other’s logic, but everything remained civil. Even between the doctor and you. Which was rare, but not impossible. It just so happened that none of your ideas went directly against the other’s so there was no use of wasting your time with bantering.

“We are landing in 15 minutes. JJ, Prentiss and I will set up at the station. Morgan, Rossi, go to the M.E., find out what you can about the victims, C.O.D., and ask for an exam on the seal. Reid, L/N, go to the latest crime scene. We have to find out if this is a ritual or some sort of radical activist statement.”

The warm weather and the smell and sound of the sea would’ve been calming in any other situation, just not when you were squatting next to a blood soaked, dead victim. It was impossible to tell whether the animal that looked like it’s consuming Sarah was real or not. Its size, texture and smell were very lifelike. You couldn’t see the insides, not until the M.E. cuts the poor woman out of the mammal.

“It’s obvious that the UnSub was careful with the sewing, it’s very precise. Can you see the thread from where you stand?” you looked back at the man who was standing a few steps behind you, taking in and analysing the bigger picture. He slightly furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes, trying to spot even a tiny amount of straying yarn with little to no success. From where he stood, it looked like the human and animal were one and the same. Like they were meant to be this way. He shook his head as an answer, then walked right behind you and leaned down, so that your heads could be at the same level.

You felt the warm air leaving his nose as he breathed out near the small of your neck, causing goosebumps to run across your covered skin. Thank fucking God for the long sleeves, I’d look like a fool.

These past few weeks moments like this became a common occurrence. You were convinced he pulled these antics to make you flustered, to make you look like a fool, for his own amusement. You caught him staring, more often than not, but he never looked away, just slightly raised his eyebrows and challenged you to a silent staring contest. His comments or arguments became vague or had double meanings, trying to catch you off guard. He also became more physical, which baffled you the most. Dr Spencer ‘Germaphobe-and-Social-Distancing’ Reid, who he himself said that kissing would be more sanitary and safer than a handshake, was initiating physical contact with you. You didn’t understand this at all. Things were rough between the two of you ever since you started working at the BAU, so you were careful, so fucking careful not to touch him accidentally whenever you handed him anything, since you didn’t want to worsen anything. But now… Now he made a habit of standing closer to you than to anyone else, making his fingertips brush your skin whenever you gave each other something, and so on. These would’ve been small things with anyone else but not with him. You were silently fuming whenever he did something like this. You worked so hard trying to make him comfortable. Yes, you were arguing all the time, but that was strictly professional, you never crossed any personal lines. And now he seemed to take a 180°.

Of course, you saw this as a challenge. You weren’t kidding when you said, “Game on, doctor.” in that hotel room a few weeks ago, when you first noticed how strange he behaved. Did he want to make you less competent than him by making you look like some silly girl that blushes at every small thing a man does? Well yeah, you would never let that happen. Two can play this game, and you held yourself true to your word. You fought fire by fire, acting like he did. You’d never shy away from some teasing, especially when your honour was on the line.

You turned your head towards him. He was so close, your nose almost touched his left cheek. “What are your thoughts, doctor?”

He faced you, so his eyes could find yours. What he foolishly didn’t calculate is how awfully close you two would be. His breath hitched as his gaze flickered between your irises for a few seconds, taking in all the variations of colours that danced around your pupils, then he lowered his eyes to the tip of your nose that almost touched his, finally, he stopped at your lips, barely out of reach, before finding his way back to your eyes. All of this happened in split seconds, but you noticed it all. You would’ve been a hideous profiler if you didn’t. A victorious smirk formed on your face and your confidence was through the roof as the not so collected doctor’s cheeks took up a light shade of pink, barely visible to anyone else. You won this round.

The team got set up at the conference room of the modern police station. A few hours after landing, everyone gathered there. Dave and Derek arrived with crucial information regarding the first and second victim and the seals, while you shared details about the latest scene.

“According to the M.E., the cause of death was exsanguination in both cases.” said Morgan, who was fidgeting with a mustard-coloured pencil.

“Isn’t surprising in cases involving being skinned alive.” Emily’s monotone tone came as a response as she read through the tox screen. “They found a high dosage of ketamine in their system, meaning that they were possibly paralysed and awake during the skinning and sewing, making our UnSub a sadist.”

“Yes, most definitely.” agreed Reid, who was standing in front of the huge screen on the wall of the spacious room. On the screen, an anatomical drawing of the human body was displayed. “And the UnSub must have some degree of medical knowledge, because they avoided all the main arteries during skinning, making the victims suffer much longer.” during his explanation, the doctor pointed at all the pressure points of the body to show where the two women weren’t cut.

“The way of stitching further proves this; it was really precise.” you added with a slight nodding.

“So, are we looking at a doctor maybe? But then what do the scenes mean? This is one hell of an M.O., and way too specific to have no deeper meaning to it.” next to Emily, JJ was swiping between all the photos from both scenes, zooming in on the gory details, hoping she can find something, anything.

“Well, we still can’t rule out radical climate change or animal rights activists, especially since the Caribbean monk seals that were once native to this region gone extinct because of humans. They were overhunted and due to overfishing, the remaining starved to death.” Reid said this as if he was reading it out of a book.

While the others shared their ideas back and forth, your mind wandered to a different direction. Ever since morning, when you first got introduced to this case, you couldn’t shake a thought and after seeing the scenes and becoming more familiar with the details, it just got solidified, but it was a bit too out of reach. That’s why you excused yourself and quickly left the conference room. You didn’t stop until the parking lot, which was empty, to your relief. You quickly dialled the only person who was able to help you out with your dilemma, the one and only Penelope Garcia.

Your conversation was quick, but you got everything you needed and were ready to head back to the team, now confident in your theory, however, as soon as you turned on your heels, you slammed into something rather… familiar. Reid.

“Ah, for fucks sake.” you murmured as you stumbled backwards. “Do you crave physical contact this much, dear doctor? Next time just ask.”

“Why, would you comply?” he raised an eyebrow, his lips formed a somewhat cocky smile, but it was tamed enough to get missed.

“Maybe. If you beg for it.”

“Oh, between the two of us, I’m more than certain that you’d be the one that begs.” he stated confidently, as if his awkward self never existed. “But feel free to try and prove me wrong.”

“I- khm…” no matter how much you fought against the red hotness crawling up on your neck towards your face and ears, you couldn’t shake feeling weird. “You’ll have to do a lot more work to make me want to prove anything to you.” your comeback, if one can call it that, came out weaker than it sounded in your head, so before things could’ve gotten even more embarrassing for you, you decided to change the topic, silently noting that you lost this battle. “Anyway, why did you come after me?”

“For one, to check on you. For two, the others are ordering lunch and wanted to know what you would like to eat.”

“As you can see, I’m perfectly well.” you nodded, trying to solidify your statement after your previous banter, partially for him, partially for yourself.

Before he could ask or say anything else, you decided to head back to the rest of the team, with Reid, sticking close to your back.

“Mmh, I can see. No erubescence at all.” he said in a playful tone as effortlessly caught up with you, thanks to his long legs. You ignored his comment as you pushed the glass doors in and shifted your attention towards the other five people.

“Is everything alright, pretty girl?”

“Yes, I just had to confirm something real quick before presenting my groundbreaking theory to you, guys. So,” you said as you sat down in front of the laptop that was connected to the huge screen, opened Google and typed in one single word to the search bar: selkie.

thank you again for reading my work, hope you're having an awesome day! i hope it isn't a problem that this fic is getting longer, i'm just taking slow burn seriously (only thing i can do lmao) taglist: @halfbloodwriter @starrystormwritings @kspencer34 @maisyyyyyy @theseerbetweenus @throwaway-things @pleasantwitchgarden divider from @cafekitsune gif from @reidgif

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supersexyghotmew95 · 15 hours ago

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HEWWO Y'ALL HAPPY TUESDAY!! I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE DOING OK SO FAR THIS WEEK AND IF NOT HERE'S A PICTURE OF ARTEMIS LAYING DOWN ON NYX'S CAT CARRIER FOR SOME REASON I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY USED THAT THING AS A BED!! WE GIVE THEM ACTUAL BEDS HONEST TO GOD THEY JUST LIKE TO SLEEP ON THAT THING FOR SOME REASON!! LOOK AT HER THOUGH!! SHES HAPPY!! WELL I THINK SHE'S HAPPY ANYWAY WHAT DO Y'ALL THINK DO YOU GUYS THINK ARTEMIS IS HAPPY IN THIS PICTURE??/GENQ

#c:#everyone deserves some positivity on their dash

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anjee0 · 2 days ago

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—𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing - female!reader x eminem

description - you and marshall are just friends with benefits, nothing more. when you get a boyfriend, and break the deal with marshall, you start to wonder who you really have feelings for.

warnings - smut, implied smut, oral sex (f receiving), light angst, Y/n is not the best gf, fluff

word count - 3.7k

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned with pleasure as you felt a sensation of euphoria rake over you.

Marshall collapsed on top of your body and exhaled heavily. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. “Mmm,” he hummed. “So good for me.”

You ran your fingers through his hair and held him close. Despite the tension between you two, it would never be anything romantic. You two were just best friends with benefits, and nothing more. You don’t know why you both did it, it broke so many rules. Like your rule of strictly not getting with your friends like Marshall. Or his rule of not getting with younger women like you. You both agreed that when the other started dating, the deal would be off, and you’d go back to being regular friends.

“Me and my friends are hitting a club tonight." You said, still running your delicate fingers through his hair. “Get some drinks, have fun,” You paused. “Maybe find a cute guy.”

Marshall hummed into your neck, his beard scratching against your neck softly. “Sounds fun. When are you leaving?”

“Just a few hours. Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Well I hope you have a good time.”

“Thanks.” You quietly said.

“Can we stay like this for a bit?”

“Sure.”

It was quite rare for Marshall wanting to embrace you afterwards, but you still took the offer anyway, feeling a deep sense of comfort within him.

You eventually headed back home, as you had to get ready for the club. You put on a tight black mini dress that revealed your legs and showed a hint of your cleavage. You did your hair and makeup and looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling absolutely stunning and confident.

You took a quick mirror selfie and sent it to your friends that you were attending the club with. You stared at the picture for a few seconds before deciding to send it to Marshall. Your thumb hovered over the send button before clicking it, allowing the picture to be sent to him.

It only took a minute or two for Marshall to respond. He sent you a picture of himself. He was wearing baggy sweatpants and a tank top. He was flexing one of his arms, a cunning smirk plastered on his face. He sent an additional message to you too, You look hot. Call me if you need anything.

You felt a soft pulse in your core which you tried your best to ignore. You couldn’t help but stare and admire the picture he sent you. The tank top exposed his large biceps that were inked with tattoos. His sweatpants hung loosely on his waist, slightly teasing his boxers. You bit your lip before replying to the picture: u look perfect. Already making me horny. I’ll call u xx

At that moment, one of your friends texted you, telling you she was outside. You turned off your phone and placed it in your mini purse before leaving the house.

You reached the club with your friends, Rosa and Julie, determined and excited to have a great time. The club was lit up with neon lights with rave music being blasted through speakers. People were on the dance floor, dancing, grinding, kissing and whatnot. A bar was placed in the club, displaying a wide variety of drinks that you would be determined to drink.

“Okay, so besides having the night of our life,” Rosa said. “We need to finally find Y/n a man.”

Julie giggled and lightly nudged Y/n. “I swear if you don’t walk out of here with a guy, we will be devastated.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you linked arms with them. “I do not need a cute guy. All I need is a good night out with my girls.”

The night was absolutely intense. It started with the three of you downing shots of any drinks that satisfied you, then eventually led to the three of you getting on the dance floor and laughing as you embraced each other through the music. The neon lights flashed all around you, the music becoming muffled and quieter in your head. You felt dizzy and knew you had to take a break for a while. You excused yourself before sitting at the bar and opening your phone.

You were quickly interrupted by a man’s voice: “You all alone?” You looked up and were met with a man, perhaps around your age, he was tall, handsome and had a charming smirk on his face. He sat down on the barstool next to you, still maintaining eye contact.

“I’m with my friends,” you replied. “I got a bit tired so I’m just sitting down.”

“I’m Ezra,” he took his hand for you to shake, which you did, “And you?”

“Y/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You looked down, trying to hide the dumb smile that had appeared on your face as you felt your face heating up with blush. You looked up at him again. “Thanks.”

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Nope, I’m single.”

He licked his lips and kissed his teeth. “Good to know.” His eyes trailed down your body, admiring every inch of you. “I know you’re tired, but would you care to dance?” he asked as he offered you his hand.

“Well I guess I’m not that tired,” you replied with a smirk as you placed your hand in his.

He took you to the dance floor where he held you close to him, leaving no space between the two of you. He placed his hands on your waist as he guided you carefully through the beat of the song. Ezra spun you around so your back was pressed flush against his body. You could feel his crotch right on your ass as you started to grind against him. He leaned forward, wanting to hear the soft whimpers that escaped your lips. His hands trailed to the sides of your ass, helping you grind against him harder.

“Well shit,” he groaned. “Definitely was not expecting this.”

“Should I stop?” You asked.

“Oh no, keep going. I’m enjoying it.”

As the night continued, you and Ezra stayed close to each other, dancing, drinking, grinding, sharing sloppy but seductive kisses. Rosa and Julie watched from afar, as they giggled and teased, but felt happy that you were at least talking to someone. By the time the night had ended, Ezra had given you his number and you agreed to meet up next week at a cafe.

When you reached home, you were quick to change out of your clothes and wash all your makeup off. As you snuggled yourself in the sheets, you took your phone out and texted a simple ‘heyy’ to Ezra. You noticed you had a few missed calls from Marshall as well followed by a few texts of him asking you if you were okay. You rolled your eyes and smirked as you decided to call him.

He immediately picked up, his voice instantly cutting through. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, slightly worried.

“Calm down, Marshall. I’m fine.”

He let out an exhale of relief. “Good. Did you enjoy your time?”

“Yeah, actually. I met a guy.”

A brief pause happened on the other line before he spoke up again. “That’s nice. What’s his name?”

“His name’s Ezra. He’s really cute.”

“You had a good time with him? He was nice?”

You chuckled at Marshall’s protective nature. “Yes in fact, we just spent the whole night grinding on each other and kissing.”

“Didn’t ask for details.”

“My bad. Anyway, we’re going on a date next week to a cafe.”

“Sounds nice…” He sighed softly through his nose before speaking once again. “Does this mean that our deal is off?”

You paused at the sudden question, that wasn’t really something that had crossed your mind. “I guess it is. I mean if it doesn’t work out, we can go back… right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Neither of you said anything as you both shared an indescribable silence. The air felt weird. After months of this deal, it was off. You didn’t know how to feel about it, a range of mixed feelings stirring in your mind. “Well, it’s pretty late. I’m gonna head to bed now.”

“Alright. Goodnight.”

Next week, it was your date with Ezra. You decided to wear a cute spring dress, a white one dotted with yellow flowers. You wore your hair in a half up-half down and tied a yellow ribbon in it. You paired it with some white shoes and wore light makeup.

A chime was heard from your phone as you did some finishing touches to your makeup. It was a text from Marshall.

Hey. How you doing?

You smiled softly at the screen before typing away.

Hey. How are you doing? - M

I’m good, you? - You

Just chillin, nearly ready for your date? - M

Yup! - You

I’m all ready, actually - You

Nice. Can I see please? - M

You chuckled at the odd politeness he had when texting you. You sent him a picture of the outfit. He replied with a quick voice note, stating how cute you looked in your dress. You two continued to text each other back and forth, ever so slightly flirting with each other in a playful manner.

Eventually, you had to go, as Ezra had pulled up outside your house. You got in the car and were greeted with that same charming smile.

“Hey, Y/n. You look gorgeous.” Ezra said.

“Thanks Ezra. You look great.” You said as you put your seatbelt on.

When you got to the cafe, you both settled down at a booth and took your order quickly. While waiting for the food to arrive, the two of you made some small talk. You were unsure how, but at some point of the conversation, you started talking about Marshall.

“He’s really sweet, we’ve known each other for a while now.” You rambled. “I mean, gosh, I don’t know what I would do without him.”

“He sounds like a nice guy.” Ezra replied hesitantly.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at his response, only to remember you were on a date with a guy and you were talking about another man. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. Talking about another guy on the first date isn't really a good idea huh?”

“Mhm,” he replied, nodding slightly. “But, it’s fine. I completely understand.”

The food eventually arrived which you certainly enjoyed. Your hot chocolate was sweet and creamy and the croissant you ordered was soft and delicate. After the cafe, you two took a stroll in the park, having a quiet conversation amongst yourselves.

When the date ended, Ezra dropped you off at your house, with another date arranged. As soon as you entered your house, you could only start giggling to yourself as you thought about the date you just had. Butterflies arose in your stomach, making you feel absolutely ecstatic.

You immediately called Marshall, telling him every detail of the date, except the part when you were talking non-stop about him. He sounded happy for you, proud to know that you’d finally found someone that could be a possible future partner.

As the weeks progressed, you continued to go on dates with Ezra. You two grew more fond of each other and felt more comfortable around each other. Throughout your dates, you would constantly flirt with each other every chance you got. And eventually, he asked you to be his girlfriend, in which you happily accepted.

But as the time went by of you and Ezra spending your moments together, wrapped up in affection, you started talking to Marshall less. You would drop the occasional text message, a quick call informing him about everything in your life, but other than that— nothing. You found yourself replacing the frequent trips to his house with practically living at Ezra’s. And although, yes, he was your boyfriend now, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for losing your frequent contact with Marshall.

Months had progressed in your relationship, and you and Ezra were going off strong. Always going on dates, constant affection, and somewhere along the way, you two had grown enough trust with each other to start engaging in more sexual activities.

You arched your back and let out a small moan as you felt Ezra’s tongue on your core. You ran your fingers through his hair, as you squirmed at his touch. You felt so close to your climax, as you urged him to carry on. When you finally came undone, you made the worst mistake of your life.

“Marshall,” you moaned quietly under your breath, but apparently not quiet enough for Ezra to not hear.

The air stilled, the tension in the room grew thick. You felt Ezra move away from you as he stood up, a disappointed expression etched on his face. You sat up, and quickly put your pants on, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

“What the fuck, Y/n? You fucking other guys behind my back?” Ezra asked, anger booming in his voice.

“Wait, Ezra, please let me explain.” You said, as you approached him.

He refused to look you in the eyes, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of anger. “You better make it quick.”

“You cupped his face and gently turned his head to make him look at you. “Ezra,” You swallowed. “Sit down.”

As you both sat down, creating a small dip in the bed, you took notice of the hurt in his eyes, as he looked down on the floor. A pang of guilt hit you. You slowly threaded your fingers in and squeezed his hand. “Ezra… Me and Marshall used to be… friends with benefits.”

He suddenly snapped his head to turn you. “You what?”

“It was only a few months. And we both agreed that if we ever found someone, we would close the deal.”

“So how long did it take you to realise you wanted to call the deal off?”

“I told him the night we met.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, a glint of confusion shining in his eyes. “Really? You’re not lying?”

You shook your head. “I really liked you the moment we met. I knew I had to call the deal off.”

Ezra relaxed as his shoulders sagged. He nodded. His lips were still in a stiff line, not picking up at the corners to smile.

“And I promise,” you said, “That I’ll try not let it get in the way of us ever again. I care about you so much.”

“Alright, well, I appreciate you telling me the truth. But I think I might just need some time to myself.”

“That’s perfectly fine. Take the time you need.”

Within two weeks, the awkward situation was forgotten about between you and Ezra. However, guilt was still seeping within you. You both were curled up on the couch, watching a movie when your phone lit up and let out a notification sound. You checked it and saw Marshall’s name in a text message notification on your phone screen.

“Who is it?” Ezra asked.

“Marshall…”

A thick silence stretched between the two of you. Although the altercation from 2 weeks ago was forgotten about, it certainly was awkward if Marshall was ever mentioned.

“Well, uh. I think you should reply then.” Ezra replied.

You opened the message app, and was greeted with Marshall’s text messages:

Hey.

I’m having a party at mine next week.

Wanna come?

Ezra can come too.

“He’s having a party next week, and he wants us to come.” You said.

“Both of us?”

You nodded silently.

“Alright, then. Sounds good to me.”

Next week, it was the party. You showed up wearing a silky, fitted red dress with a slit. Whilst Ezra went out to find a decent parking spot, you decided to enter the house. Marshall immediately greeted you, with that smile you felt like was only reserved for you.

“Hey…” He paused, as his eyes travelled down your body, lingering for longer than you thought they should’ve. “You look…Gosh you look beautiful. Where’s Ezra?”

You felt your cheeks uncontrollably heating up at the compliment. You felt guilt simmering in your stomach, but you couldn’t stop smiling so much. “Thanks Marsh. Ezra’s just parking the car.”

And at perfect timing, Ezra appeared, his hand gripping your waist. It wasn’t restraining, but firm, as if he was trying to ground himself on you. “Marshall,” he acknowledged, shaking his hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

At that moment, a gorgeous blonde woman approached Marshall, as she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Hey Marsh.” she said.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Was Marshall dating? He never mentioned it.

All of a sudden, she kissed his cheek.

You felt your stomach drop, and your heart beating quicker. Who was this woman? You weren’t jealous, just surprised that he didn’t tell you.

“Y/n, Ezra, this is Chloe.” He looked at her, an indescribable expression on his face. “She’s a friend of mine.” He looked away and made a subtle second of eye contact with you.

“Nice to meet you Chloe. I’m Y/n, this is my boyfriend Ezra.”

“It’s great to meet you guys.” You felt a pang of guilt hitting you. She seemed so sweet and innocent, you had a boyfriend for fucks sake. Why were you feeling like this?

As the night continued, you stayed close to Ezra, the grip on his waist never letting go. His grip started to feel empty, with no emotion or stability behind it. Just a mere hand placed on your waist feigning a meaning, when really there was none. Your eyes couldn’t help but dart to Marshall and Chloe across the room. They were either always talking with each other and laughing, or stomach-twistingly close to each other. Ezra must’ve noticed as he constantly tried to pull you closer to him, a silent nudge telling you stop.

The car ride back home felt difficult. The tension was obvious, and it was thick in the air— almost restraining. Ezra’s jaw was tight, his hands gripped the steering wheel as his knuckles became white.

You decide to talk, to lift up the tension in the room. “It was a nice party, huh-”

“We should stop.” Ezra’s voice cut through your sentence like a sharp blade, making it end abruptly.

You snapped your head to him, your stomach dropping. Your eyes widened as your chest felt tight. “What do you mean?”

“Y/n, it is so obvious that you have feelings for Marshall.”

You laughed in disbelief. “And what makes you think that?”

“Well first, the whole friends with benefits thing. I mean you can’t have sex with someone for a few months like that and not expect to capture feelings. And even months after you ended that deal with him, you still said his name two weeks ago. Even tonight. I saw how your face dropped when Chloe kissed him. I could see you staring at them both non-stop.”

You sighed, searching your mind for a good response, only to realise he was telling the truth. When you turned your head to look back at the road, you felt tears welling at the back of your eyes. You quickly blinked them away. You had no right to be crying right now. You were breaking Ezra’s heart.

“I’m sorry, Ezra.”

He stayed basked in silence, his eyes fixated on the road ahead. “You should talk to him.”

You nodded, looking out the window, staring at your own reflection, as you listened closely to the sounds of your anxious heart pumping in your chest.

When you reached home, you stood at the steps of your door and looked behind one last time, catching a glimpse of Ezra’s face in the window before he left. You wondered if that was the last time you’d see him again.

As soon as you entered your house and closed the door behind you, you took your phone out and called Marshall. One ring. Two rings. 3 rings.

“Hey Y/n.”

His voice was soothing and comforting in such times of distress and discomfort. “Marshall…”

He could immediately sense something was wrong from the dejected tone of your voice. “Everything okay?”

You paused. “Ezra broke up with me.”

“What? Like right now?” His voice was laced with confusion and you could hear some hints of fury as well.

“But it’s my fault Marshall.”

His voice became softer. “How so?”

“I should’ve known better than to be in a relationship when I was already in love with someone else.”

“You’re in love with-” he stopped his sentence halfway and paused. “Who?”

“You…” you said quietly, hoping he couldn’t hear.

“Me?” Yeah, he heard that.

“Yes.”

All of a sudden the other line was cut. You looked at your phone to see he had hung up.

Shit.

You messed it up. You messed up one of your closest friendships you’d ever had. You’d messed up years of trust and respect that was built between the two of you, only for it to come tumbling down in a one minute phone call.

What felt like an eternity, but only a few minutes had passed. A knock was heard on the front door. Who would be here at this time? You opened the door and saw Marshall standing in front of you. His eyes were soft, his lips curled up into a small smile.

“Marshall?”

He didn’t even respond, just came in, closed the door and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or hungry, but soft and delicate. He was pouring out all his emotions into that one kiss, as he cupped your face and pulled you in more.

He pulled away and his eyes met yours. He didn’t have to say anything. Because you knew right away, and he knew that too. You didn’t know what to say either. And that was fine. So you just hugged him tight and buried your cheek into his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair as you tried to match your breathing with his.

No words had to be said, you both knew the love you both felt for each other was undeniable.

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rodi-16 · 2 days ago

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You said you wanted to get more pictures of him so Mayhaps,,, you could post more Swerve

If you want

Hmmm, he is in the figure post i'm working on so.... sure!

Here his second post! He's a silly lil dork, of which I will be collecting panels for a third post throughout my readings. Might look for another figure as well? Anyways thanks for sending the request! Hope you like the panels, feel free to send more. He will be in the next figure post as said (said figure is in stock).

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temis-de-leon · 3 days ago

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Roommate romance - 500 F.C.

Characters: Simeon x gn!reader (newly established relationship)

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Requested by: Romance Anon

CW: Human AU where MC is living with Purgatory Hall gang instead of the brothers. There's one kiss and that's it. Simeon and MC briefly discuss their relationship. Lucifer and Luke are mentioned and Solomon appears right at the end.

A/N: took me 4 months to write 500 words and then I wrote 1.5k just today 🤡

The loud bang of the main door closing echoed across the apartment, pulling you out of deep slumber and into the darkness of your room.

You were sweaty, and the bedsheets clung to your skin as you tried to sit up in search of your phone, but the battery was completely dead. There was no way of telling the hour, seeing as the blinds were also completely closed with no string of light peeking through, but you had a vague idea of who could’ve gotten out of the house so early.

Luke was the only one who would leave in the morning while everyone else was still asleep, if the subsequent silence meant that, so it couldn’t be later than 7 a.m.

Thankfully, his school was closer to the house than their college campus was, and the preteen had insisted many times on his maturity and independence, so there was no need to have anyone chaperone him. Simeon was probably fast asleep in his room at the far end of the hallway, and you hoped Solomon would be as well, but the chemist was most likely still experimenting in his room, or worse, the kitchen. Knowing him, he would only go to sleep after breakfast and not wake up until lunch.

To each their own, you thought to yourself, lying down once you were satisfied with your deductions.

However, although you were still too tired, you couldn’t fall asleep again.

Your eyes burned after days and days of pulling all-nighters and drinking enough caffeine beverages to give you a heart attack, but no matter how deep you breathed, how quiet everything was or how quickly your body sunk onto the mattress, routine had settled in several weeks prior and was insisting on you getting up to study.

Study what, anyway? You passed everything!

Sadly, though, after what was probably fifteen minutes or so, but felt like much, much more, you were still wide-awake and restless, turning and fussing under your heaviest comforter and wondering with childish pettiness if you would be fast asleep if Luke didn’t let go of the door when he left. On the other hand, feeling irritated at a kid going to school was not very nice, so you just allowed yourself to mumble some profanities as you aggressively pushed the bedsheets away; finally got up, covered your body with a blanket, and walked out of the room without bothering to open the blinds.

Perhaps the overused sofa cushions would give you the comfort you needed to rest a little more.

So, dragging your feet and trying not to trip over the blanket, you walked down the hall purely by memory and barely glanced at the countless pictures decorating the walls. Familiar, motionless eyes stared at you while you moved. Luke was in most of them, either living his normal life or celebrating milestones, but Simeon, Solomon, and you were also there, and so were the rest of your friends: colleagues from the academy and the brothers’ former family.

It was a weird little group, you had to admit, but they had welcomed you with open arms, so you couldn’t (and wouldn’t) complain.

And it wasn’t that bad anyway.

Sure, no one entering adulthood would ever expect to live with a mad scientist, a world-renowned novelist and his younger pre-teen brother, but would you have it any other way?

You ate delicious food almost every day, there was a little guy in your corner hyping you up without asking, and you had a tutor who, although a bit deranged, sure knew a lot about various aspects of life.

All in all, you had a pretty comfortable life.

And a pretty comfortable couch.

The last thing you thought before falling asleep again was that Solomon wasn’t in the kitchen.

Thank God.

But the time you woke up, the sun was high and up and the living room glowed in the early morning sunlight, specs of dust floating over your laying body and Luke’s plants opening their flowers as if also preparing for the day.

Sadly, the strident noise of falling clutter coming from the kitchen pulled you away from your stupor, momentarily stopping your heart and making you sit up like a spring. A whispered string of complains followed right after, but you couldn’t recognize the voice pass the rhythm of your heartbeat in your ears.

It was either Solomon or Simeon, obviously, but you knew perfectly well who you wanted it to be.

Taking a deep breath, and patting your chest to set it back to normal, you got up and regally wrapped up the blanket around you, just like you had done hours before. Thankfully, the wooden floor kept your feet warm in your way to the kitchen.

“What is this doing here…?” you heard the voice.

Your pulse quickened again, gait suddenly clumsy with excitement.

You peeked around the doorframe, trying not to trip over the blanket, and stared shamelessly at Simeon’s back.

He was already wearing his suit, sleeves rolled up to the elbows as he bent down over the counter to study the air fryer. It was a simple one, cheap enough for you to buy at the supermarket without second thought or remnant guilt, but the poor man was clueless around technology.

The day you found out he wrote on a typewriter because he couldn’t understand his laptop was the day you laughed so hard, you had to hide in a distant corner to calm down.

Smiling at the memory, you silently walked in his direction and threw your hand back, ready to slap his ass.

Fortunately for him, your reflection on the cabinet’s glass spoiled your plans.

Simeon stood up immediately, turning around with a know-it-all smile and both hands in his hips.

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” he murmured in a low tone, aware of Solomon’s presence in his room nearby.

His words sent a pleasant tingly sensation to your tummy, and you couldn’t help but smile with giddiness.

“What can I say?” you shrugged, innocently. “You were in perfect position”

Simeon chuckled at your words. Biting his bottom lip, he checked the empty hallway and slowly placed a hand in your lower back, pulling you towards him. His lips lightly brushed the corner of yours, receding and smiling with complicity for a second before closing the distance again. He embraced your body with both arms, letting you only one hand to hug him back and trapping the other under the blanket.

He tasted like tea and powdered sugar.

Thankfully, your stomach wasn’t empty enough to disrupt the moment.

Your boyfriend…? Your friend… Your roommate- kept kissing you with the same gentleness one would hold a glass sculpture with. A set of fingers curled around your nape without pressure and another traced the length of your spine, sometimes making you shudder against him and tightening the hug. An occasional hum or a stifled groan interrupted the silence on occasion, and so did a couple of car horns in the distant traffic, but there was nothing that could possibly pull you out of the moment.

Or so you thought.

Until his alarm went off.

He disappeared from your side immediately, hurriedly pulling his phone out of the pants pocket and fighting to turn the horrible sound off.

“What do I do?” he asked frantically, tapping everywhere in the screen but the button. “MC, what do I do??”

“First of all, relax” you ordered him in return, grabbing his phone directly from his hand and flawlessly turning it off. A shameful expression covered his face by the time you gave it back to him. “It’s literally just a button. In the centre of the screen. We’ve talked about this, Simeon”

“I know, I know” he chuckled, scratching his neck in embarrassment. “I promise I’ll learn how to do it… eventually”

“You better, because I’m not always going to be here to turn it off for you-”

“How so?”

The interruption brought your attention back to him, and, if not for his cheeky expression, you would’ve taken it seriously. Instead, you lightly punched his shoulder and went to grab his jacket.

“Why are you leaving so early, anyway?” you asked, changing the direction of the conversation.

Thankfully, he went with it. Talking about the implications of your unestablished relationship should be done after lunch and a fulfilling nap; not right after waking up and being kissed until near stupidity.

“Lucifer was invited to an art exhibition by one of his and Diavolo’s friends” he explained, fixing his cufflinks before slowly getting out of the kitchen, waiting for you to follow. “He thought it could interest me, so I’m going. I’m meeting him at his house and then he’ll drive us there”

“And ‘there’ is…?”

“Half an hour away, but don’t worry. I’m having lunch with him and then I’ll be home way before dinner. No chance for you to miss me” he smiled, looking at you adoringly as he walked towards the entrance door.

You followed blindly, still wearing the blanket around you and collecting the dust on the floor without care. You half expected him to give you a quick kiss before leaving, but that wasn’t what happened.

Instead, he stopped, his fist closing carefully around his keys, and turned around with a serious expression. His voice was low and soft when he talked again.

“I’m thinking about telling him about us… If that’s okay”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, and you blinked repeatedly.

“Telling Lucifer?” you stammered, half confused and half stoked. You weren’t even sure if Simeon thought about an ‘us’, let alone telling his closest friend.

“He’s still important to me” he explained, and then rolled his eyes with a small smile. “And you’re pretty important to him”

You chuckled, making his smile grow wider.

It was true.

“Why Lucifer, though? Why not Luke?”

“Well…” he sighed, then shrugged and scratched his neck again. “I don’t want to overwhelm him. It’s the first time he’s living with people other than family and he’s just getting used to his school’s teaching system. You’re his best friend and I’m his brother; I know he’d be happy for us, but I think we should wait a little bit. I don’t want him to think our relationship will change anything”

“It won’t” you reassured him immediately, but he just smiled and moved to gently grab your arms.

“Are you completely sure about that?” he whispered.

You pursed your lips, deep in thought.

Sharing a home was one thing. Sleeping in the same room when Solomon and Luke were both out of the house was another. Starting a formal, committed relationship was completely different.

Would you still treat Luke as a friend in a few months, hopefully still dating his brother? Or would you treat him like another sibling or a role model to follow? Worst of all, if you broke up for whatever reason, would you be able to stay amicably or would you rather move out and damage the friendship you had with the pre-teen?

You couldn’t lie to yourself, let alone Luke.

“Not really” you finally confessed, looking down.

Two fingers moved towards your face, softly lifting your chin until you were looking at Simeon again. Then he cupped your cheek, and your heart felt incredibly full.

“Let us discover this for ourselves first” he pleaded, bending down to kiss you again, as lovingly as before. “Once we figure it out, we’ll tell whoever we want”

You chuckled, and instantly frowned in confusion.

“Why tell Lucifer, then?” you asked once more.

Simeon smiled, not saying anything before grabbing a ticker coat from the rack and turning to open the door.

The answer hit you like a truck.

“You bastard!” you laughed, hopefully not too loud. He laughed in return as he stepped into the hallway. “You want him to know you were the one who got me!”

I love you, he mouthed before finally closing the door.

You smiled at the door, hearing his footsteps disappeared as he walked towards the elevator.

“Damn”

You jumped, startled by the voice.

Appearing from the shadows like a cryptic, Solomon nodded at you as a greeting. He was sipping something from an incredibly ugly mug, but it was his smirk what was making you stare at him in silent, deep horror.

“I knew you guys were screwing around” he chuckled, bumping your hips with his as he walked right past you. “Asmo owns me money”

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m1ckeyb3rry · 1 day ago

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── some notes on bellerophon, part one! feel free to read these before/after/not at all, if you choose <33

-> although i did strive for accuracy to a certain extent, i am not a historian by any means, nor do i have the time to do in-depth research! so while for the most part, the setting of this story is based on ancient greece, as is the amphoreus we know, i did fill in some of the gaps with information from ancient rome, which i find to be much more accessible (i think in this chapter, there is only one instance of that, but i am sure it will happen again in the future!), as well as things from my own imagination (because it is fantasy after all)

-> all of the prayers to nikador and phainon are from translated hymns to athena and apollo, respectively, which i have cobbled together and tweaked to fit the plot of the story, so if they seem familiar, that would be why :)

-> if phainon feels out of character, i apologize — i think it will be the worst in this part (setting aside my lack-of-playing-amphoreus-ness), as reader is not particularly fond of him, and also, he is a god, so he naturally will be a little different from the very human character we know from the games just for that fact alone! but we will get somewhere close to our phainon at some point, i promise (or maybe it would be better to say i hope)

-> in a similar vein, most of phainon's antics in this chapter are pulled from various myths of zeus (albeit tamer, because it IS still phainon after all, and i just can't see him being on that type of diabolical timing) — if you think he's problematic, well. i mean. he's meant to be vaguely greek-god-inspired. so yes, reader probably does deserve better, and yes, he's kind of dubious in his ethics, especially right now. sorry!! (no i am not)

-> i took the most liberties with the grove and how it operated, as well as the characters of reader's uncle (who bears a familiar face, if not attitude) and the rest of the sages. i didn't feel like figuring out how the grove operates in canon so i decided that i would just do what i felt like and pray you all don't hate me for it

-> my sincerest apologies to socrippe, the npc sage who has been villainized in this chapter, but our bellerophon needed a queen anteia, and he was conveniently located enough to play the part

-> reader's life is meant to mirror bellerophon's, although the 'why' behind her ending up in these situations is entirely different from his — but if you get tired of her constantly getting exiled and suffering and whatnot, take it up with the ancient greeks, not me

-> the cult of nikador itself is not based on any existing religions, but the sacrificial ritual the reader describes is based on a scene in the odyssey, where nestor and his sons are sacrificing...i want to say a bull?? anways, i'm not here to speculate whether human sacrifice was or wasn't practiced back in the day, so just accept that part as fiction and for the plot and let us move on

-> reader's pony is not little ica, but he's also not NOT little ica, so you may do what you wish with that information (jokes aside, i picture the pony as a palomino, so not necessarily little ica colored, but who am i to dictate something so silly?)

-> and finally, i honestly think that i have catfished you all with that masterlist post, and i apologize in advance because i do not think the actual story can live up to your expectations HAHA but i hope you enjoy anyways!

#side note but i love how pensive phainon looks in this image LMAO he is so cute...thinking many thoughts #m1ckeyb3rry writes #bellerophon

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lizaintheduster · 3 days ago

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We were robbed of Castiel & Claire content in the show, so I fixed it:

28/05/16

Castiel [13:30]: Hello Claire. Apologies for the gap in communication. For the last six months, I was possessed by Lucifer, so if you did pray to me in that time, I would not have been able to hear you. Dean gave me your number, I hope that is okay. Sincerely Castiel.

Claire [13:58]: 💀

Claire [13:58]: wtf

Claire [14:00]: you can get possessed? Sounds like too many Angels stuffed into a clown car

Claire [14:04]: ugh, actually gross, ignore that

Catiel [16:17]: My apologies. I can see how knowing Lucifer possessed your father's vessel might be a 'sore topic.' At the time, I believed it was the only way to prevent the destruction of all of reality but have since been informed it was a 'bone headed self sacrifial move.' The topic is still up for debate, but it will not happen again. I hope you have been well. Sincerely, Castiel

Claire [16:18]: 🙄🤦🏼‍♀️

Castiel [18:32]: How are you making the pictures?

Claire [18:33]: dude, idk what phone u have its different for everyone

03/06/16

Castiel [16:20]: Apologise for the delay, Sam was kidnapped, so I could not ask about the pictures until now. Sam has now shown me where to find them. 🙋🏼‍♂️ I am waving. 😐 This is my expression as I look at the choice of pictures and wonder why they were selected. What is the benefit of this image? 😶‍🌫️ Most humans will never find themselves among clouds.

Claire [16:33]: what is happening rn?

Castiel [19:43]: 😐 "rn"

Claire [19:43]: fuck

Claire [19:44]: right now = rn 🙄

Claire [19:45]: although I should say 3 hours ago now actually

Catiel [21:52]: I see. I am messaging you, and that is strange. I apologise for overstepping, I just wanted to let you know I am back if you need me. All the best, Claire. 😐

04/06/25

Claire [3:21]: uuuuuuuuugh damn it

Claire [3:22]: you can text me it's fine whatever

Claire [3:24]: just weird u asking me about emojis

Claire [3:57]: looking forward to your reply in 4 days freak

08/06/25

Castiel [12:00]: I waited four days, but now I am unsure if I'm supposed to continue the previous conversation or start a new one 😐

Claire [12:23]: you didn't have to wait four days idiot I was making fun of u 😮‍💨

Castiel [16:09]: 😐 I know.

Claire [16:14]: ...

Claire [16:16]: 😲 omg u shit

Claire [16:17]: also I'm 100% confident ur using that emoji wrong, wasn't sure before but damn

Castiel [22:42]: No I believe I understand the concept. The pictures are supposed to be emblematic of my facial expressions, correct? 😐 is the facial expression I pull in most instances. I feel this one may be applicable at some point, 🫤 but I have yet to find use for it yet.

09/06/25

Claire [01:10]: ehhhh kind of but not really

Claire [01:12]: it's meant to be representative of your emotions more than just like what ur face is doing. It's to communicate what's going on in ur head not so much on your face. Otherwise I would only ever use "😡😤😠🥱"

Claire [01:13]: anyway if that's what ur doing u should be using this one like way more 🥺 cause that's ur face like 80% of the time btw

Castiel [01:16]: oh.

Castiel [01:18]: That does make sense 🤔🙂‍↕️😅

Claire [01:20]: jesus fuck he speaks

Claire [01:22]: buck wild to get an immediate response from u

Claire [01:24]: at 1 am.

Castiel [01:27]: Dean fell asleep 🤫👀😴

Claire [01:28]: 😧

Claire [01:28]: !?!?!??! Sorry fucking what

Castiel [01:35]: He has me watching that God awful cowboy movie he likes again 🤠🙄🥱 and he fell asleep halfway through. This happens more often than it does not. I have been playing candy crush in the meantime 😄 I am on level 289 and I am starting to consider the possibility that there is no conclusive 'end' to candy crush.

Claire [01:38]: oh

Claire [01:39]: Okay whatever

Claire [01:40]: wait why r u still in the room with him then? 👀 sus behaviour ngl

Castiel [01:42]: I believe this is a topic I am not supposed to talk about. 🤨😬☹️

Claire [01:43]: omg is this gay or not gay, wtf is going on right now?! If it's gay just say that and tell me LITERALLY nothing else. Otherwise what the hell is happening

Castiel [01:47]: ... 😳😑

Castiel [01:47]: I may be somewhat trapped.

Castiel [01:50]: If I try to leave due to our current positioning, I think it is likely that Dean will wake up.

Castiel [01:52]: and based on previous experience of him waking up like this, it is most certainly "not gay." 😓😔

Claire [01:55]: damn

Claire [01:56]: sorry Castiel that sucks

Castiel [01:57]: Yes. But it's okay.

Claire [01:59]: I guess I just thought you know

Claire [01:59]: Angel

Claire [01:59]: not so much with the... you know what I mean

Castiel [02:03]: Most Angels do not experience feelings in the same way as humans do. But I am not like most Angels 😓 I have always been somewhat different from my siblings, but in recent years, I have become startlingly well acquainted with the full spectrum of human emotion. I have mixed feelings about this. As with most things, now that I think about it. 🫤

Claire [02:05]: no I didn't mean feelings and shit. I know u have feelings u big sap

Claire [02:06]: I meant the other thing

Castiel [02:07]: ... (they don't have an emoji for tipping my head to the side and looking confused. Please picture that emoji) ?

Claire [02:08]: you're a doof

Claire [02:12]: I mean the gay thing.

Claire [02:16]: I don't know, heaven being real has always been a mind fuck and trying to figure our what shit I learned as a kid is real and what's not real is kind of a mine feild. Lucifer is real, hell is real, so... like what is it all real or is most if it still bullshit? and I'm sat here like do I even wanna know or should I keep that door locked up and throw away the key, you know? Why poke the bear? But yeah maybe I should just ask like, the literal Angel I have on speed dial like, "hey do all gays go to hell?" And if so what the fuck man

Claire [02:28]: ugh fuck forget I sent that. I'm going to bed.

Castiel [02:29]: I'm sorry for the delay, Dean moved, and I was able to leave the room.

Castiel [02:30]: And, I'm uncertain I'm understanding your message correctly, so I was trying to think of the correct response.

Claire [02:32]: don't give a shit about correct. Are you gay?

Castiel [02:40]: Human concepts of sexuality don't really apply to me because I am not a man. No Angels have any one specific gender or sex. But equally, I am not a human. I'm not even really a corporial being in the strictest sense. And yet, I have to navigate the world as a human. I use hands to hold my blade; to open doors. Without my wings, I must walk from place to place. And when people see me, even people who know the truth about what I am, they see a human being, and they can not really understand what I am outside of that. There is no other way for me to be in this world, not without me existsing in my true form on a different plane of reality or burning out everyones eyes. So, I suppose, in a sense, I am human. And in an equal sense, I am a man.

Castiel [02:42]: Which is a long-winded way of saying, yes. I am gay.

Castiel [02:56]: Claire, are you still there?

Claire [03:05]: me too.

Castiel [30:07]: Okay.

Castiel [03:08]: Heaven doesn't care about sexuality. I realise my previous messages may not have made that obvious.

Claire [03:10]: k

Claire [03:12]: fuck

Castiel [03:15]: Claire 😟 are you alright? I realise it is very late, I am sorry for keeping you awake.

Claire [03:16]: no its fine

Claire [03:16]: I'm fine

Claire [03:17]: shit yeah I should go to bed actually, but uh, I'm heading out on a hunt tomorrow in Ohio. Girl says she's been having dreams about flowers that turn into reality, three kids missing, weather's acting freaky. Was gonna hit it solo but might be above my pay grade

Castiel [03:18]: Do you need me to inform Sam and Dean? I am sure they will be able to help.

Castiel [03:32]: Actually, now that I think about it, they may be preoccupied. Perhaps I could come instead? Although, I don't know if I'll be much help.

Claire [03:33]: u busy

Castiel [03:34]: No.

Claire [03:35]: cool

Claire [03:35]: Hill Grove, Ohio, meet me at the pinewood motel, you can get there in two days?

Castiel [03:36]: I can set off now. I don't sleep.

Claire [03:37]: not gonna wait to tell the lumberjacks where ur going?

Castiel [03:37]: No need. They likely won't notice I've left. See you soon, Claire, please get some sleep. 😴😴😴

Claire [03:38]: yeah okay

Claire [03:40]: [message deleted]

#castiel #claire novak #Dad Castiel #Castiel and Claire #destiel fic #destiel #dean x castiel #supernatural #yes i think i screwed up the timeline on when Cas learns about emojis i dont care #canon is really more of a guideline

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