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derireo-galge · 11 months

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After The Show | 1k | yoonmin✍🏼

Yoongi and Jimin's favourite passing time after a great performance.

[ nsfw, hair grabbing, canon compliant]

Jimin fell into Yoongi's arms the moment they closed the door of the suite behind them with a soft click.

They were chuckling and panting a bit because they power walked from the elevator to their rooms, goofy and giddy, unable to waste any more time, bubbly with joy. Soon as all the recordings and pleasantries were over they excused themselves and popped in a lift.

It was not a place to check for hidden equipment so they stood there like good boys exchanging small talk.

But as soon as they were on their floor it was hard to keep it low. Jimin looked at his lover's face.

It was glowing and adorned in dampened curly locks, sweetest blush on his high cheeks, cupid bow lips curved beautifully in a small knowing smile.

- Fvck, hyung, you're so gorgeous, - Jimin couldn't help the words that escaped him.

He traced Yoongi's cheek with his finger and watched as the man's smile grew to a bigger, content one.

He moved his hand on his hyung's neck and then to the back of his head. He grabbed the long hair and pulled lightly, tasting the exposed neck with hot wet kisses, nibbling his soft skin. Yoongi's breath hitched.

He squeezed the younger’s slender waist, pulling him closer, trying to rub their crotches together.

He craved for the friction and the sweet release and continued to hastily paw at Jimin's shirt clad chest which made his lover stop and giggle.

- Are you that impatient, hyung? - he asked, lightly biting on the pinkened collarbone.

Every time no matter how long it took was special for them. And he knew Yoongi really appreciated how he learned to read the elder even from the smallest gestures.

He knew he felt a bit spent because of all the nerves and adrenalin.

So he gently took Yoongi's fingers in his hands and determingly guided him to the bedroom.

It didn't take them long to rid of all their clothes and lie comfortably among clean pillows and blankets.

Jimun laid his love on his back and kneeled, slowly parting Yoongi's knees. He was rubbing circles on his ankle that rested on his shoulder for a while, to get his hyung more relaxed.

- Okay? - he asked softly and got a reassuring nod and a gummy smile in return.

Jimin hovered above him, taking the sight in. Yoongi with a burning blush on his cheeks that went all the way to his chest, his big veined hands touching his nipples, as if trying to tease the younger even more, and a stiff cock resting on his stomach, already gathering precome, ready to spill and to be tasted.

- Look at you all laid out for me so prettily, hyung, - Jimin murmured and wasted no more time before diving down to mouth at the hardened shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive underside.

- Ngh, Jimin-ah, - Yoongi rasped, moving and emitting soft moans of pleasure.

He buried his fingers in Jimin’s trimmed locks, and good for him, there was enough to grab and gently hold on to while giving short quick thrusts into the warm mouth, just as he knew his lover liked.

He was getting so lost in pleasure he didn't realize Jimin’s fingers were two knuckles deep inside him, carefully and thoroughly preparing him with a generous amount of lube.

He was just about to say he can take no more when the younger got off his cock with a pop.

- Turn around, hyung, - his voice got thicker after working his throat for Yoongi so well.

The elder complied and was getting on his elbows but Jimin pushed him further until he was laying flat on the bed.

He could only squeeze the pillow til his knuckles turned white and mewl helplessly as Jimin slowly entered him and then gradually increased his pace, almost lying on top of him fully, holding him down and grabbing his forearms tightly. His cock was trapped between the sheets and his body leaking everywhere and ready to burst.

When he was about to come he felt a hand grab his hair and crane his neck, felt full wet lips on his ear and his lover’s hard panting and it was what tipped him over the edge.

He thought he blacked out for a bit because when the room stopped spinning, Jimin was gently cleaning him with a wet towel while trailing kisses all over his shoulders.

- You did so good, Minnie, - he sighed and turned around to embrace the younger tightly, - Come here.

Jimin followed his hyung as he sat on the bed, leaning on the headboard and patting his lap with a cheeky smile.

- Hyung, you're unbelievable, - the younger shook his head and chuckled.

The way Yoongi could look cute while being tired, flushed, naked and sweaty was beyond any belief.

Jimin's hands went up Yoongi's thighs and he carefully sat there, arching his back and neck just how he knew looked alluring. He couldn't keep the composure for very long though because he couldn't resist curling on the man's chest and moving as close as possible to him.

- Cold, Jiminie? - he asked and after a quick nod he reached for the blanket to keep them warm.

Jimin was absent-mindedly tracing figures on Yoongi's chest or at least the elder thought so until soft pillowy lips that wrapped around his nipple awoke him from his daze.

He lifted the younger’s chin with his fingers so he could devour those lips like they deserve.

Then he felt a bottle being pushed into his palm and smiled into the kiss.

- How do you want it, love? - he whispered into those reddened lips.

- Just like this, hyung, - Jimin responded just as quietly, pulling the blanket closer, - Want to stay just as we are.

- Then it's yours, - Yoongi replied simply and pulled the younger close to his body.

He was holding his waist with his left arm tightly while prepping him with the other. Jimin's quiet whispering in his ear turned into long drawn moans as he entered him and started moving slowly and deeply.

They were barely kissing, just breathing into each other mouths, holding onto hips and shoulders hard, surrounded by their warmth.

Jimin felt warm release filling him up as he came all over his hyung's abdomen, feeling as content as ever, hearing quiet "I love you"s and whispering them back.

As they quietly kissed they enjoyed every minute of being in their safest place - in each other's arms.

#ai-ee au #ai-ee au vers yoonmin #bts au fic #bts fanfction #yoonmin #yoonmin au #switch yoonmin

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c4nnyk4ls · 26 days

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— who the fvck were you talking to, huh?

— n-no one, d-daddy - I reply, finally getting back to reality, still shaking, but now I'm afraid.

— do you think I'm stupid, doll? I said, who were you talking to? who did you send those vids to? - he's annoyed and I'm scared, I don't want him to be mad at me, I just missed him so much, it's not my fault to be h0rny all day, he's got me crazy with his c•ck

— n-nobody else, daddy - I whisper, about to cry cause he's aggressively grabbing my shoulders and it hurts

— don't you know who you belong to? - he says, as he slaps me

— n-no, daddy,

— ok, so you don't know?

— no, no, daddy, I- I know... that's what I meant

— then who were you sending those videos to? huh?

— they were for you, daddy

— yeah, sure, little liar - He spanks me hard

— ah- d-daddy please...

— what? weren't you a good little slut? j3rking off in daddy's bed and rubbing yourself against the plushie that daddy gave you? uh huh?

— n-no, d-daddy, please.

but he doesn't care now, he pushes himself against me as I feel his cock getting harder, I look him in his eyes, praying, begging him to set me free, but he won't move, he smirks at me and pushes his cock inside, without a c9nd0m, without caring about me

—d-daddy please, it's so big, do it slowly.

he slaps my face and then chokes me again, without dropping my hands, he's hard, really hard, and I can feel him pushing into me, it's reaching the end, and I feel so desperate, he rubs his cock inside me, as I moan.

— yeah, that's it, babygirl, be a good slut for me.

— daddy, please, I beg you, just... ah-

he slapped me, and I moan, I'm getting wet once again, and he's r4ping me harder, he takes his big c•ck out of me, and slides it back again.

— hmm~ please.

— I'm about to take you, baby, and I don't care if you're ready for it or not.

— d-daddy please...

And he grabs his necktie and ties my hands with it, then grabs my phone and checks who was I sending the vids to, once he's sure they were for him, he connects my phone to our tv, and starts playing it as he gets me on top of him and slides his cock inside.

— d-daddy... what are you d-doing?.

— weren't you needy? you're gonna watch those vids as a good little slut you're.

he switches positions and now I'm facing the bed, he's behind me, pulls my hair carefully, he knows I don't like it, to make me look at the screen and watch me moaning desperately as I get my fingers inside.

— that's it, be a good girl for daddy. he says, as I beg him to stop

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soggykookiesandcream · 1 year

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𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡

3rd Person's POV

Jungkook's face flushes red slightly as Lia gives him an intense gaze. Somehow breaking away from it, he manages to spot his car.

"We have to go," Jungkook says before swinging his one leg over to the side which he had to jump out. He slowly slides off the wall and motions for Lia to jump. She swings her leg over copying Jungkook's actions. Jungkook looks around for zombies and sees a few rushing to them. He grabs onto Lia's legs gently and helps her down.

"Run!" He yells at her before pulling his gun out and shooting down a few zombies which were coming their way.

"Jungkook! Come fast," Lia yells as she looks behind for Jungkook. She bumps into a zombie and screams stumbling back.

"Lia!" Jungkook shoots down the zombie next to her, "Just fvcking run!"

She scrambles forward to the car which was approaching them quickly. Hoseok holds the door open for them and Lia climbs in.

"Lia, are you okay-"

"Jungkook!" She yells holding the door open as Jungkook runs to the car as fast as possible dodging all the zombies crowding ahead of him.

"Move," Hoseok says as he pulls out his gun and shoots down a bunch of zombies in front of Jungkook.

"Jungkook, faster!" Lia cries out holding her hand out. Jungkook grabs her hand and Hoseok helps him in. Jungkook pants as he tries to calm down from all the running.

"Jungkook!" Lia's eyes were already water, hands all over him checking for injuries.

"I'm fine, baby," Jungkook says rubbing his thumb over her cheek, "I'm fine, see. Just tired from the running."

"You scared me so much," Lia smacks Jungkook's arm before moving aside to give him some space but he didn't seem to want any and pulled her right back into his arms.

"I'm sorry, baby," he kisses her forehead, "Hyung, where do we go?"

"The government has set up a camp in Japan for the uninfected," Hoseok explains, "They have set up testing in the docks. We'll go there."

"What about Korea?" Lia asks, "What about your business?"

"The government and military will take care of the country," the driver says, "Till then they're trying to rescue whoever is left and bring them to safety."

"We have our branches in Japan too," Jungkook says with a small loving smile at Lia, "We won't lose everything."

"I'm sorry your company you worked so hard for-" Lia starts with a frown and Jungkook rolls his eyes pulling her into a kiss. She whimpers in shock before melting into his arms welcoming and replying to his kiss. She shyly smiles after he pulls away.

"If I have you, I don't want anything else," he says caressing the back of her neck, pulling her into another soft kiss, "I missed this so much. I miss you, your lips, your body, your everything," he snakes his arm around her waist pulling her closer.

Hoseok and the driver just sit in the car uncomfortably next to the couple making out like there's no tomorrow.

"Ahem," Hoseok clears his throat trying to make his presence known but it goes in wain as Jungkook continues advancing with his girlfriend. He kisses down her throat as moans spill out of her.

"J- Jungkook, we should stop," she taps on his shoulder softly, "Not in the car."

"But I miss you," Jungkook looks up at her with his lips still pressed against her neck softly delivering sweet kisses.

"I want you to save your energy for when we get somewhere safe and when you'll," she pauses recalling his arousing words, "Uh," she looks away trying to find words.

"Fvck you into the mattress?" he whispers a chuckle which sends shivers down her spine.

"Gosh, Jungkook," she says with a sweaty forehead and previously reddened cheeks from making out, "Get off me!" She pushes him back slowly and sits straight clutching her thighs together. Jungkook notices her flustered actions and grins. He places a hand on her thigh and moves closer to her, "You do know that I have long fingers, right? I wouldn't mind helping you out."

"Shut it, you horny man!" She bursts out laughing, "You want your assistant and employee to see me moaning and screaming?"

"No," Jungkook says sternly, "Didn't think about them," Jungkook states earning a scoff from Hoseok.

"I saved your ass, Jungkook. I also helped save your girlfriend's ass," Hoseok rolls his eyes.

"I pay you for it," Jungkook sasses back only wanting to give his attention to Lia who's been deprived of it.

"Jungkook!" Lia swats at his arm, "I'm sorry, Hoseok. You're one of the greatest people I've seen- Like if you weren't here, I probably would have died in the locker."

Hoseok smiles softly, "Was it scary?"

She nods pursing her lips, "I don't know. Everyone just started running and tackling each other."

"It's okay," Hoseok replies, "You're safe now. Do you know how all around the place Jungkook was? He was so worried."

"I honestly didn't think you'd come for me," Lia states throwing back to all of the times Jungkook had left her behind and alone. All the times that Jungkook said that he was too busy to pick her up when it was raining cats and dogs and she wasn't able to find a ride home; all the times she felt lonely and bored at home; all the nights she'd spent alone doubting their relationship.

"What are you saying, baby?" Jungkook frowns, "Why wouldn't I come to get you?"

"Because you never have," Lia whispers tears threatening to fall, "I thought you didn't want me. I thought you found someone new."

"I would never!" Jungkook scowls pulling her into a hug.

Lia chuckles painfully and Jungkook's heart crushes to see that he'd broken her so much. But not anymore. He'd fix it. He'd take her away to safety and make sure to be with her. He pushes her head into his neck whispering sorry and pats her back softly.

"Are we there?" Jungkook asks.

"No, we're taking a shortcut since the highway is filled with zombies," the driver replies, "I'd say another hour and we'd get there."

Jungkook nods and looks down to notice Lia asleep. She must be really tired.

"Hyung?" Jungkook calls for Hoseok, "Do you have a blanket or something? I want to cover Lia," he says noticing a few tears on her clothes.

"No, but I can give you my suit coat," Hoseok says stripping the coat off him and handing it over to Jungkook. He drapes the coat over Lia softly and makes sure she's fully covered and warm. He sighs watching the world outside burn and crumble. The city he called home was now dark and uninviting.

"I'll miss this place."

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haechanokeh · 4 years

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I'm Right For You [pt 7]

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning (general): corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

[teaser] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]

you are shoving your face on the table because of embarrassment. when you're back to your senses you realize the mess you made in the lee's carpet and dining table. if they knew what happened they would probably not going to use this table.

mark was just laughing at you and watching you mumbling to yourself about how humiliating you are and naming yourself dumb or idiot. you already finished your food and took your paracetamol though the orgasm did relieve your headache but you should still drink paracetamol just in case.

"okay stop that, i'll walk you home." you heard a dragging noise of a chair against the carpet. you look up and mark was carrying your bag already. "okay..." you whispered and stood up too. he chuckled and put his hands behind you.

"don't over think. they will not notice it, i already cleaned it but..." he moved his lips closer to you ear. "but the scent of sex is hard to cover. " he was just teasing you and you totally fell for it.

your jaw dropped and your heart began to beat in a fast face because of panic. "What should we do? what should we do?"

"don't think too much about it. right now, let's get you home, hmm?" he gave you an assuring smile though you're still worrying about the smell you just let him drag you out.

both of you were walking talking about what you did these past few days, and giving him your recommended netflix series and movies. he's nodding, listening, and giving you reactions. mark was just cherishing the moment with you and you enjoy his company. you were being talkative because you really missed him and enjoy his company. mark on the other hand, cherishes every moment with you and he liked your talkativeness.

when you reached the front of your house, you were kind of disappointed and it was written all over your face.

"lock your doors." mark told you, he's worried about your safety after learning that your mom is away. he secretly jog every night to midnight to check your house in the days were chose to ignore you. of course he doesn't want to tell you that.

"is he going?" you don't want him to go yet.

"what?" his brows furrowed.

"what?" you confusingly asked back.

"what, you want me to stay?" he pointed at himself with his index.

you bit your lower lip and squeezed your eyes. your mouth doesn't cooperate well to you brain and will get you in trouble someday. your mouth literally didn't receive some signals that there are things meant to be kept in mind.

"no, no. don't mind me, your parents will comeback, shoo shoo they are looking for you." you said with your hands shooing.

"i mean i can stay if you want. they will just think i am sleeping and if they catch me going home late they will just think that i went for a jog." he stepped forward.

your eyes lock with mark's and you stay still. he lower his gaze to your lips. your chest feeling some weights. mark was finally leaning forward, hand at the back of your head and pulled you gently towards him. lips parted at first and when you felt his soft lips intertwined with you, you couldn't help but to feel the bliss.

this is what mark can make you feel.

you were sharing a slow kiss at first. mark pulled you closer wanting more. he locked your lips, sucking yours that made you moan and grab his shoulder. he slid his tongue inside you, moving in and out and massaging your tongue. you squeezed your thigh in arousal. the blood rushing inside your body, experiencing heat and excitement.

he slowly pulled away his lips and gripped your hips pulling you towards him. you felt mark's bulge under his pants.

"i need you so badly." mark murmured.

"let's get inside." you pulled him.

once you closed the door when you entered the house, it turned into havoc. you're now against the wall, naked. mark sucking your nipples, his left hand squeezing your other breast and this right rubbing your centerfolds that are still wet from your orgasm before the dinner. your leg is clinging around his waist, hands playing his hair and mouth parted producing breathy moans.

mark capture your lips again. your hand reached for his hardness and rubbed him against his pants. he groaned and tugged at your lips. you met his eyes and you saw his dark side again.

you pulled mark's dick out of his pants and pumped it and your thumb pressing the tip of its head. you felt proud when he moaned louder in your lips.

"fvck y/n, i want you so much. pull my pants down, now." he said in a needy voice. you quickly obliged, you were on your knees and ready to take him through your mouth... which you expect but surprisingly he pulled you up. "i don't need that right now, i want to fuck you up so bad."

he grabbed your legs and put it around his hips. your sexes were touching each other. you couldn't help but to move because just like him, you want him inside. he kicked the small table and it hit your favorite long sofa, connecting it. he put you at your small living room table. he lightly slapped your cheek.

"on your fours." mark commanded. your eyes widen.

"right here?" referring to the coffee table.

"yes." he replied. though you were hesitating you followed him. on your knees and hands on the sofa. he showed you his palm. "spit on it, baby."

of course, you're the submissive here, you spit on it. he used it to lubricate around his dick. he caressed your ass.

"do you want me to continue?" making sure that this is mutual.

"yes, please." you're growing impatient now. he snickered.

mark put his knee on the coffee table and slowly inserted his length on your. both of you groaned because of your tightness.

"baby, you're tight for me." he told you. even though you couldn't see him because he's behind you, his image of being frustrated is hella hot and it made you pussy clench. "ah, shit y/n." he cursed in pleasure.

mark slowly thrusted his hip and gripped your hips with light hands. after a few slow thrusts he leaned forward, he began to fasten the pace and kissed your shoulder and arm wrapped around your waist while rubbing your clit fast and hard. his other hand is on your hip and sometimes smacking your behind leaving a pink print but you're not complaining.

"gawd, mark!" he eyes twitched when you felt his roughness.

"yes, baby?" he grunted. your arms lost its strength causing you to shove your cheek on the sofa, your mouth opened.

"ohhh mark, right there! right there!" your eyes flickered and mouth drooling. your toes curled and ass lifted up more in pleasure.

you screamed on top of your lungs. reached your orgasm. however, mark hasn't reached his release.

he leaned forward to whisper in your ears.

"can you do one more for me, y/n?" he kissed the behind of your ear. you nodded weakly. "good girl."

mark felt your cunt clenched. he smiled. "my y/n want to be called a good girl?" the inner dom appeared

you didn't answer still in your euphoria. he turned your body, your back lying on the sofa. he lifted your back to carry you and switched the position. he's now sitting on the sofa, legs spread on the table. you're sitting his pelvis and chest against his chest while face on the crevice on his neck.

"do you still want to be called a good girl?" he asked but didn't answer. he grabbed your jaws and pushed it away to see your face. "answer me." his voice was deep and full of authority. he squished your cheeks.

"yes." you replied in fear mix with excitement. he removed his hands away from your face and put it on the sides of your face.

"put my dick in." he ordered. you use your remaining strength to lift yourself. you hold the base of his dick and guide it to penetrate you. you sighed and purred as you felt your still sensitive pussy.

"move." he slapped your ass and squeezed it.

mark looking up to you with eager face and stare at your erotic face, moaning as you move. you're gripping his shoulders as your support.

"look at me, love, don't close your eyes." he hissed. with your doe eyes, you stare at him. "fucking beautiful." mark admires every single feature of your pleasured face.

you are bouncing using all your remaining strength but you swear, you have nothing left and it made you burst into tears because of frustration. you want to make him and you to cum but you're losing your strength.

"mark, mmhh i can't anymore." you cried-moan, tears rolling on your cheeks. mark bit his lip at how sexy your fucked up look. you said those words but still trying to move, you don't want to break the momentum.

"tell me what to do, y/n. what does my good girl want?" he wanted to be a little playful to you. you put your forehead against his and locked eyes with him.

"please fuck me mark, hard and rough." you told him. mark didn't expect you to be this bold but gawd he liked it. he pecked your lips.

"got it." he said. he held your waist and once he lifted his pelvis, there's no stopping.

every time he thrust up, mark makes sure that his full length is inside you but never decreases the speed. it sends your senses to another universe, you're chanting mark's name through your drooling mouth, eyes rolling and trying not to break eye contact with mark through your fluttering lashes.

you are bouncing effortlessly because of his powerful thrusts and every time he hits you, your legs twitched and tears coming out from your eyes. you are losing your grip in his shoulder, even the tips of your fingers have no energy, it was as if mark sucked everything.

"mark..." you whimpered.

"why are you crying? do you like it this much?" he whispered between his moans. half of his brain doesn't want you to cry, he hate it but learning that you cry because of pleasure, he badly wants to make you cry more.

"i want to cum." you mewled. he snickered.

"greedy, you already cummed twice today." mark pecked the tip of your nose. why is he soft and rough at the same time? "but for you love, i will give everything you ask."

he became rougher, harder, and faster, mark unleashed the beast he's been hiding. air started to knock out of your lungs and jaw dropped, eyes flickering, and you became a moaning mess.

"i missed you so much, it was a torture every time i see you at school but not able to touch you." mark growled and nails digging in your flesh . "i love you so much, i fucking love you and accept it y/n, because if you don't... i will force you. you can't run from me, do you understand." you saw a glimpse of the spine-chilling face he's wearing.

he settled you in his pelvic, dick still inside you. he stopped thrusting and he earned a whining protest from you for stopping.

"answer me or i will stop this." he warned you.

"yes! yes, please mark don't stop!" you can't think straight, you were having a hard time understanding him but whatever it is you're sure that he's professing his love for you again.

mark moved his hips again. your skins slapping, though you couldn't moan, mark is quite loud. your body started to switch, you want to tell him you're cumming already but you became voiceless.

"i'm cumming, fuck." mark said through his gritting teeth. he pushed your down and deep, he hit your spot. both of you reached your climax. you can feel his fluid fully occupied your hole.

both of you stayed still, your face shoved in his neck. mark showered the side of your face with soft kisses.

"sleepy?" he hummed. you nodded. "you did well, baby."

mark effortlessly carried you and bring you to your bed. he laid on the bed beside you. you rolled to face him.

"i love you." he said, not expecting anything from you because typically you don't reply when he says that.

but because you're full of surprises and once again your mouth didn't cooperate with your brain. you unconsciously whispered words that made mark startle.

"i love you too." and everything became blank.

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lilhemmo · 5 years

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archie andrews as apollo -

Apollo strums his fingertips against the strings on his harp, lids shading golden eyes as his warm hair falls over his forehead. He smirks with full lips and his fingers stall, “Ah, yes, you need to know where my beloved Oracle has gone. Sing me a song, and her whereabouts are yours.”

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Her hair was bright against her pale skin, a large quiver strapped tightly against her back, filled to the brim with arrows made of bronze and silver and gold. She tilts her head up after digging her boots in the ground, “I cannot help you, mortal. The ways of men are a concept in which I cannot translate, and have chosen to actively avoid.”

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pixeldreqms · 4 years

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september 2018

there's an estimated forty days left of filming and already, ian's dreading the end. he's been trying harder to enjoy the little moments, and not just be miserable because he knows they won't last forever. it's hard, but he's trying. he's almost never as happy as he is when he's with these people, his fellow losers, and he doesn't want to waste the time he has left with them.

forty days.

probably closer to thirty nine now since it's past midnight. one more day down. but that's something he's not letting himself linger on. instead, his eyes settle on kennedy who is getting his ass kicked in a video game but is still laughing so loud that the sound is filling the entire basement of the rented house. he focuses on that sound and can't help but smile. he focuses on it and he swears every sad thought in his head floats away, just like that.

he accepted earlier in the summer that his feelings for kenny weren't as platonic as he had originally thought. but in his defense, he was only twelve when they first met. he had a lot of figuring out to do.

he's figured it out now.

he loves all his friends, strongly and deeply, and he's a little co-dependent with more than a couple of them. if he goes a day without talking to evan, he genuinely misses him. he goes out of his way to visit the burgess' at every given chance. each member of the cast has expressed annoyance with the way he spams the group chat while they're all asleep. he's entirely convinced he needs june to survive. and he feels all that with kenny, too, so it took him some time to realize just how much more he felt. and how he felt things for him that went well beyond the things he felt for everyone else he loved.

he doesn't get an overwhelming urge to lean in and kiss any of his other friends when they get too close, for starters. that was a big tip off for ian.

kenny jokingly winked at him once and he felt like someone had lit him on fire.

he constantly found himself shoving others aside just to stand by him in group photos or to sit by him on a couch during a movie.

his own behavior should have been a giveaway right away, but he's not exactly very experienced in that area. not in just dating, but even with liking people. he's only really had one real crush before, and he'd been twelve. and he'd never liked one of his guy friends before either - but he'd accepted that fact easily. given how many male tv characters he'd been infatuated with over the years, and his long-standing secret harry styles obsession that started back when he was ten years old, he'd always suspected he wasn't totally straight. he still hasn't slapped a label on himself yet, but he doesn't think he needs to know for sure what he is to know that he definitely has feelings for kenny.

feelings that are so intense that sometimes he can't even think about anything else. feelings that are so all-consuming that all he wants to talk about 24/7 is kenny and he has to force himself, multiple times a day, to shut up about him or else he'll give himself away or let too much slip. and he knows better than to say anything, to kenny, or to anyone.

but god he wants to.

he's kept this feeling bottled up for months now, though it feels like so much longer, and sometimes he feel like he's gonna burst from how bad he wants to talk about it. his journal only has so many pages he can wax poetic about kenny onto, and he's sure even the inanimate object is sick of hearing about his crush. he needs a pair of real ears. and maybe someone to tell him he's not stupid or crazy for falling for his best friend. because boy oh boy does he feel like he is sometimes.

evan's loud hooping and hollering covers up the sound of kenny's laughter, and ian rolls his eyes but can't help but grin in amusement. his victory had been predicted since mid-game, but evan was still celebrating like he'd done something impressive.

in an attempt to show kenny support, ian raises his arm and gives evan and his win a thumbs down. "booooooo."

he gets two middle fingers raised at him for his efforts. he thinks that's all he's getting in return for voicing his disapproval, until evan drops the controller and comes flying past the gaming area, past the couch, and leaping onto ian where he's sprawled across a huge bean bag chair.

"hey, i wanted to play the winner!" jeremy shouts from the couch in front of the tv, where the other four teenagers had been sat, partially watching the game, partially on their phones, mostly having their own conversations.

ian easily could have squeezed in with them, but he couldn't resist a good bean bag. plus, he was closer to the little mini bar area that this place had. the bar itself wasn't stocked with alcohol, not that ian cares or jeremy's mom would have let them drink anyway, but she kept the shelves and mini fridge stocked. ian likes being close to the snacks.

"well i'm over here now!" evan yells back. the loud volume right in ian's ear makes him wince. "play the loser. kenny, that's you. you're the loser."

ian shoves evan off of him and onto the floor. "dick."

"no," evan says, rejecting his removal from the chair. "move your ass."

"no." but he does it anyway. he can't move much or else he'd be on the floor, because yes it's a big seat, but they're both months away from being sixteen and are not the same small twelve year olds they'd been when they first met. they've hit massive growth spurts since then. sharing small spaces isn't as easy as it once was, but it doesn't stop them from trying. evan ends up with one of his legs completely over ian's and their shoulders pressed together. ian lets it happen, but he's still mildly annoyed about it. "wow, this is so comfortable. i'm so glad you came all the way over here to dig your elbow into my stomach. feels great."

"are you saying you don't want to sit with me, you a**hole?" evan asks.

evan's elbow digs deeper into his side and ian's pretty sure it's on purpose. he grimaces and shifts as much as he can but still doesn't move out of the seat.

"that's literally exactly what i'm saying, yeah. you stink."

the bickering continues, because it never really ends with them. there's an almost constant flow of jokes and jabs between them. but for as much as they give each other sh*t, him and evan have definitely had their fair share of genuine moments between them. anytime ian has an anxiety attack in a group setting, evan's one of a few who knows how to calm him. ian's called him crying about his family or about wanting to go home more than once. there was also the time on set during their first movie together where after an intense, emotional scene, they'd both cried and hugged each other until they got it out of their system. sometimes his relationship with evan reminds him of his relationship with his sister, and the way they can pick and pick at each other, but at the end of the day, they'd die for one another.

it's just really fun to insult each other, so they do it often.

eventually, after evan shouts at ian to eat an ass, they're informed they're being too loud.

anna, the only girl in a group of boys, shushes them with so much aggression that it terrifies ian a little. she puts up with so much nonsense every time she hangs out with them, he's just waiting for the day she finally snaps. he knows he doesn't want it to be his fault, so he does as he's told and shushes.

"they're all haters," evan mutters.

ian nods. "they wanna be us so bad."

and just like that, they're on the same team again.

ian feels a vibration against his leg and realizes his phone's fallen under his thigh. as he digs it out, he sees evan's own attention has momentarily returned to the game on the tv just as the loading screen transitions back into gameplay, so he feels less bad about checking it. reading kenny's name on his screen, he visibly lights up, grinning at the text.

'if he's being a dick, come escape and play me next,' kenny has written.

ian quickly types back. 'he's not, but i might anyway. wanna be next to kick your ass.'

he glances across the room, but he can't see kenny at all where he's sitting on the floor in front of the couch, so he has no idea if he's grinning as big as ian is just from seeing a new text from him. he can't imagine he is, but it's still a nice thought. as soon as the round on the tv ends and the loading screen is back up, kenny starts typing.

'I THINK I'M WINNING THIS TIME.'

ian's smile widens, his cheeks sore from it, but he doesn't get a chance to start replying before -

"is it a meme?" evan asks, neck craning to look. ian clicks back to his homescreen quickly.

"is what a meme?"

evan slumps back a little once ian drops his phone to his lap. "whatever you were staring at like that."

"no, or - yeah." he answers, then changes his answer when he realizes he can't tell him what he was actually grinning at.

he wasn't as subtle as he had hoped.

"you lookin' at something nasty?" evan asks. "you fvcking freak?"

ian blinks, then deadpans, "yes. i'm looking at something nasty while surrounded by my friends. with you practically in my lap. you caught me."

"thought so. looking like a blushing school girl over here." that one's a little too close to home considering he feels like a smitten school girl every time he sees or talks to kenny, so ian shoves evan for it. he almost rolls over the edge of the seat but gets a palm on the ground to steady himself. "come on. seriously. what was it? what's so secret?"

"fvck, you're nosy."

"invested in your life," evan corrects him.

"nosy," ian insists.

evan gives him a look, a raised brow and a silent dude, come on, tell me, and ian takes a breath.

he reminds himself there's a reason he's kept this secret so under wraps. as much as he wants to scream from the rooftop how much he likes kenny, the risk of him finding out isn't worth it. he'd ruin not only their friendship, but probably the entire group. they'd never be able to all be together. not with kenny inevitably being weirded out by ian's crush, and ian being too mortified to be around him anymore. the rest of filming would be a nightmare. getting through press and the promotion would be torture. he'd lose his favorite person.

nothing good could possibly come from people knowing.

then, he reminds himself this is evan. they may thrive off of giving each other sh*t, but he can trust him. he's never let him down before. not when it mattered. if there's anyone he can tell and trust they won't screw him over by letting it slip, he feels like it's evan.

if for no other reason than he'd suffer, too. not just because ian would never forgive him, but he'd hate it if the group dynamic was thrown out of wack, too.

evan feels like a safe place to finally be honest.

so he exhales, and speaks.

"it was a - i was looking at something from - it's a someone."

a bit of a rocky start, but he got where he was trying to go after a few attempts.

"you have a someone?" evan asks, seeming mildly offended that this isn't information he was already privy to. "someone i don't know about?"

"i don't really have someone," ian tells him. "i just... want to. i want to be with them."

"who is she?"

"it's..." ian's voice is barely a whisper at this point. "it's not a girl..."

the silence that follows is the longest, most anxiety inducing silence ian has ever experienced. it can't be more than twenty seconds, probably not even that long, before evan speaks again but it feels like a lifetime. he doesn't know why he's so nervous about the reaction to this. he knows evan well enough to know he won't care, but people can be surprising in the worst ways sometimes. and he's never done this before. he's pretty sure his sister has an inkling, but he's never come out and admitted it to her. this is the first time he's having the actual conversation and god it's fvcking terrifying. he kind of wants to cry suddenly but he's really holding himself together.

even while fearing and preparing himself for the worst, he mostly expects evan to react with some generic but kind sentiment. a that's okay with me, dude or an i love and accept you, pal.

that's not what he gets.

after a moment, evan's brow furrows, his head tilts just slightly, and he asks, as sincere as can be, "man, is it me?"

it's just what ian needs to hear to ease his tension. he throws his head back and lets out a cackle. the ache in his stomach is no longer due to nerves, but from how hard he's laughing. "absolutely fvcking -" he has to stop, pausing as he got through another fit of laughter. "oh, absolutely fvcking not."

a tear rolls down his cheek and he flicks it away as he finally starts to calm down. then he gets a good look at how unamused evan looks and it sets him off again.

"okay, it's not me, i got it!" evan says in a hushed whisper, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of ian's own laughter. "who is it then?"

the nerves are back, suddenly. and again, he doesn't even know why. he wants this. he wants to be able to talk to someone about his feelings. he wants evan to know. but his palms are still sweating.

"you can't tell him," ian says softly. "i'll literally strangle you. you have to swear."

"i swear," he assures him. "so it's someone i know?"

he's pretty sure evan knows everyone ian knows. even his few remaining guy friends from back home, evan's met. but he doesn't remind him of that now, just nods and confirms. "yeah. it's someone you know."

"who? i'm not gonna tell, ian."

nervously, he glances towards the couch, just to make sure the game was still being played and their entire group of friends hadn't turned around to stare and listen to his confession. all he sees are the backs of heads, and he can hear everyone's laughter mixed with anna's muffled trash talk as she has a go at the game. no one's paying attention to him except for evan.

for some reason, he's having a hard time looking at him. the hardest part is already over, he tells himself, just spit his name out. but he's also telling himself that it's not too late and he can keep this secret to himself. evan would be annoyed about the cliffhanger, but ian could deal with that easier than he could deal with other possible outcomes of telling him.

no. he's doing this.

suck it the fvck up.

with his eyes on the back of the couch, in the smallest voice possible, he admits, "kenny."

he doesn't know what evan's initial reaction is, because it takes a few seconds for him to finally meet his eyes again, but when he does look at him again, his face isn't easy to read. he doesn't look shocked, exactly - and really, given that ian is arguably closest to kenny and evan out of everyone, it probably wasn't the most surprising name he could have said. if anything, he looks... confused?

"you're not gonna tell him, are you?" ian asks, misreading the look as inner turmoil about not wanting to keep a secret from their other best friend.

that's not at all what it is.

"no, i said i'm not," evan huffs. "but, why the fvck is it not me?"

"i'm - i'm sorry?" ian says, because what else does he say to that? "are you offended that i don't have a crush on you?"

"am i not cute?"

"evan, this isn't how people are supposed to react to sh*t like this -"

"i just can't believe out of everyone - kenny." he whispers it, at least. "and not me? really?"

"i'd love it if you weren't so fvcking weird about this."

"i'm not being weird! it being me just would have made sense, is all i'm saying."

ian squints. "and it being kenny doesn't make sense?"

evan sighs, falling back into the chair a little. "yeah, i guess it does. it does."

"just to make sure - " ian says, putting a hand up. "you don't - i mean, you're not upset because you like - "

"ew, don't even say it. i don't like you."

it's ian's turn to sigh and lean back into the seat. "okay, cool. you're just... fvcking weird. that's good to know."

there's a moment of silence and ian just breathes. he did it. he did it and nothing's changed, nothing world shattering happened. he feels like a weight's been lifted, just by telling one person. it feels really good. even if it didn't go how he'd have imagined it to. still good.

"knew it couldn't have been a meme you were looking at," evan says a minute later. "the memes you send are never that funny."

ian scoffs. "fvck you. i send the funniest memes."

"willow sends the funniest memes."

"you're gonna go to hell for saying sh*t like that. lying is a fcking sin."

"is it?"

ian pauses.

"... i'm not sure. i think so. did neither of us go to church growing up? that kind of explains a lot."

there's an angry cry from the front of the room that draws their attention. anna curses, followed by kenny laughing. once again, ian smiles at the sound.

the laughter, not the cursing.

"did kenny actually win?!" evan shouts over to the rest of the group.

kenny and anna stand up as the other three perk up on the couch to look over at the two in the bean bag.

"i've been winning!" kenny calls back.

jeremy chimes in. "he's on a winning streak!"

"more like a cheating streak," anna mumbles.

"he's beaten everyone except evan," jeremy says.

"ahem!" evan waves a hand, gesturing to ian. "not everyone except evan. let ian at him."

ian tries to suppress his grin. he'd been so worried about the bad outcomes of telling evan, but he hadn't considered all the good reasons. like evan helping him get closer to kenny. even just in little ways, like playing video games. maybe this was a better idea than he thought.

he meets kenny's eyes and when kenny smiles at him, he can't hide his own anymore.

"ian?" kenny asks. "you want the winner?"

evan nudges ian in the side, winking at him as they make eye contact and calling out to kenny, "yeah, he does."

on second thought, he might end up regretting it.

#◦ ` ･ writing : all the glamour and the trauma and the fucking melodrama #◦ ` ･ writing : hold me closer tiny bastard #◦ ` ･ writing #◦ ` ･ mine

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comments-on-kai · 6 years

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[ Youtube ] EXO Kai’s 2nd Viral fancam after Tempo, “Love Shot” hits 1.5 Million views in less than 1 month; continues attracting Muggles to the song and performance + turning them into new fans as the praises continues

- this is insane... it's been a really long time since I watch EXO's fancam Kai is not "KAI" for no reason he's seriously daebak

- his face, body and skills are all incredible...my eyes are delighted

- Kai is seriously a genius but he's like the type of genius who also gives a lot of effort ...he's daebak his expressions acting,dancing lines and the song everything is daebak

- wow Kai with another legendary fancam where is Kai's limit

- he's definitely someone who knows what control of strength is

- it feels like the video is in fast forward but looking at his expression it's definitely at a normal speed...it's amazing how his movements fall perfectly at the right angles I kept repeating the same part over and over and even if you watch it slowed down it's very surprisingㅠㅠㅠㅠ

- wait I had no interest in EXO but this is insane...his dancing line is just different...I think I'm a fan now

- I think this person was born to dance Love Shot,,, he's like a predator beast of the wilderness,, his body line that is slightly revealed from time to time looks slim but also very firm?.. I seriously thought I was looking at a Jaguar...he's hunting through his dancing...every time he smirks in between dancing I felt like my heart was striked,,,

- how many times have I watched this fancam of Kai.. I'm not even Aeri but I keep falling deeper..Kai who is very sexyㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

- seriously I feel like I just watched a piece of art

- so his face is also phenomenal... in this fancam the dancing line and control of strength are all perfect..fvck I have something else I'm supposed to do and I just wanted to appreciate this brilliant fancam for a while but I kept getting stuck

- he's somewhat,,, you know the vibes of Ares (one of the Gods) of Olympus,,,like,,ohㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I'm just going to be delusional here,,,he's not human,,,I was someone who could never understood the concept of Stanning,,, but if it's You,, it's totally understandable,,,so worthy,,,of,,,stanning

- Iya...his dancing lines and his power it's very definite that Kai is seriously different..although there are a lot of members Kai definitely pull your gaze towards him especially when he is dancing

- Wow Kai is proving why he is Top Class. This is beyond being very good I had goosebumps. How can someone keep improving to be better and better? When I watch the stage I only see this kid. - I cant held it in and I came here again to watch this;; at a glance he's wearing what could be a gawdy looking one-coloured outfit but look at how he pulled it off so coolly. On top of that his amazing dance skills, handsome visuals and his physique. You're the first male idol who made me search for your fancam on my own

- the way I see it, formulaic dance is SM's characteristic and as a double-edged sword is also it's weakness. Which was why the first time I saw Kai I really thought he was from JYP or YG and this was the factor. His dancing is not stuck within the box, and it makes him have more fun on stage.

- can't believe I'm not even a fan yet I'm watching this everyday

- Kai's Love Shot should be exhibited at Seoul Arts Center

- even from a guy's point of view it's very rare to see a dude who could be emanating coolness as much as this among male idols

- Kai hard-carried EXO...his class is different

- he's so insanely sexy this is a 1 Day 1 Video,,,,

- Wow; Kai...his dancing lines go beyond being beautifulㅠ his control of strength and how he dances so smoothlyㅠㅠㅠㅠ I think I'm turning into a fan

- was this song originally this shortㅋㅋ I was going wow~ and then it's already over..what is up with Kai this is daebak

- the song is so sophisticatedㅋㅋ If SM used some money for viral promos I think this could easily get a hot reaction from overseasㅋㅋ Yo spend some money

- Wow what is this...how can a human dance in such a way? It's such a loss to introduce him just simply as an Idol or a Main Dancer...his dancing skills are absolutely shocking...it's miraculous...wow...

- I'm a Muggle and it's been a while since I felt this way,, I watched Tempo fancam so many times and following Tempo Kai is really insane in this ㅠㅠㅠㅠthe red suit isn't it crazy? the choreo is a given but it's like he's dancing while also grasping the dance move and the intention of the danceㅠㅠㅠ every time he does the wave my heart goes limp

- Wow...after watching this I understood why men like to watch fancams of female idols and singersㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

- the acting for his facial expressions, his dancing lines and his skills and even his capability of understanding the song, I don't think anybody can follow up to Kai's level...he's acting even to the tip of his fingers I had goosebumps while watching him

- his body and dancing line and his expressions are all beautiful and sexy

- Wow...it's a rare thing for a man to search and watch fancams of Male Idols (I only watch Seventeen's Thanks) but right now I have no idea how many fancams of Kai-nim I've been watching...after seeing you in the red suit in the MV there was a very refreshing shock and now I've arrived here at this fancam. Thank you for being an Idolㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ

- Wow seriously he's like a King who rules at the Castle of Fireworks..no it's hard to put into words but that's what it feels like...the explosion of his forceㅠㅠ

- this is crazy this video shall remain as a legend in South Korea's history

- it's my first time to watch the fancam of a Male Idol...Kai is so cool

- originally I had zero interest in EXO...my heart was shot

- I searched for this after watching the (MV) ad...I understood the reason why people keep going on about Kai...he's is the standard of sexinessㄷㄷㄷ

- so the meaning of KAI is Kill All Idol...it's seriously true...he's beyond the wall...an Idol of a different level

- fvck I knew it when I watched The Eve Kai is seriously very sexy

- I'm here to watch this again.. whenever I watch Kai's fancam my real-life becomes impossible..Kai is really good at what he does and so amazing!!

- the center of this group is really doing great

- I'm from another fandom and this is the first time I searched for Kai's fancam how can he dance and make such facial expressionsㅠㅠㅠ

- I heard that his fancam for the new single came out so I'm here to check it out...Kai's control of strength and power is really crazy. It's like he's screaming This is Sexiness!! I'm surprised at the way his muscles move when he does the wave. But different from the Tempo fancam I can see his face here and it's even more amazing how is he so handsome?? And is the fit of his suit for real???

- this song is meant for Kai look at how well he digested the difficult choreoㅠㅠ

- I somehow ended up watching this and even as a man....I'm feeling all these strange sensation that .. I can't really explain

- this is a video that can make people feel the pride to love EXO and that it's totally fine to love them

- Kai has a very good understanding of every song and concept and his dancing skills that backs up his expressiveness is even more incredible.. whenever I'm watching him I think "how can someone dance that way?" he's really good and he's really the best

- I waited for this moment. Kai-nim you have no idea how much I waited for this. Kai-nim I kneeled and held my hands together while watching this. I'm still watching this everyday and the album I ordered have yet to arrive. I don't know if it's normal for it to arrive this late. The feeling is so different from the dance of Tempo..it's very seductive and beautiful to the point I cannot breathe.How can someone utilize their body like that? Again you proved that you're are not human. I am waiting for Mr. Destiny to shoot another amazing video of you.

- I keep seeing visions of the red suit in front of my eyes so I came here again. From now on this is the place for me to report for duty and get my stamp of attendance

- to be very frank even from a man's pov he's really sexy....?

- it passed 1 million views...I don't think he's human...his face and body is like the sculpture David I kept coming here to watch this.. I can't seem to watch anything else because I've fallen for the body movements of a Dance god...what am I going to do? ㅠㅠ what else is there to do I'm just going to keep on watching this^^

- the dance from 1:56 is a move that seems like very few male idols could pull off other than Kai and the body movement from 2:48, his flexibility is overwhelming to the point it can't be expressed in words ah it's insane

-I've decided to stan after watching this...no no I'm in still denial..should I start stanning?..no I didn't stan him yet...oh I'm already a stan

- he's such an amazing dancer but because there's not much that I know about dancing that I'm at loss of words to express...just how should I say this..his energy is overflowing and he dances so well

- just the sight of his standing there is sexy and beautiful and I can't escape this video

- how can someone dance like this? really... only expressions of awe escapes my mouth

- at first I liked Doh Kyungsoo from watching 100 Days My Prince but when I saw Kai I was so shocked....ㅠㅠ ---> same case as me ------> exactly the same for me too

- I think he went beyond the limit of a human in dancing..very cool!

- if someone at this level isn't he a genius;; I'm going to be a fan

- it will be incredible if Kai releases a solo album...wow I've never seen a guy who looks so good in all-red among idols...Kai is really sexy

- that person has come again... I know now why he wore the hat(in Tempo fancam)... now that he's not wearing it's causing such a chaos..Kai he uses his ankle so smoothly

- Kai's bearing are really different he's really good

- after watching this fancam I've become a fan of EXOㅠ this is the first time I've seen someone as sexy as himㅠㅠ seriously I go crazy every time I see Kaiㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ and how is he such a good dancer he's perfect

- wow....how can a human dance like that....wow......

- but seriously how can you call that an Idol on a music show... when Kai is dancing it's simply a piece of art okay...

- look at each and every one of his details.. the acting of someone being hurt getting hit by a bullet? it's incredible

- no everything is amazing but starting from 2:47 I held my breath watching him

- there's a reason why he is the Center he's so good

- an epic video right after another..it's a surprise after another surprise from Kai

- I finally understood why guys like to watch fancams of Female Idols...it's the first time since I was born to watch a fancam of a Male Idol from beginning to end, even with my bias Seventeen I've never done that,, what do I do I think I'm going to stan Kai

- I can see some names who were here for the Tempo video are here too(in the comments)! haha well I'm one of them

- what is this dude I'm a man but I was fluttered watching this...is that weird..I watched this by chance as I was passing by he's really incredible ㅋㅋhe's born with it

- wow this is insane he's actually a sculpture

- it's so sexy I find it hard to breathe..his expressions are the best

- he is both desirous and restrained

- he has the most perfect body and dance among all idols I've seen

- you need to watch his expressions carefully... seriously look at his expressionsㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ he was smirking and then suddenly he changed into seriousㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

- this just came out 2 days ago and the views are already more than 430,000 is this for real?

- is Kai not coming out with a solo..Please come out with a concept like this...comeback with something like only Kai can do it concept...please

- so..this is what it feels like when a person could kill with a dance...? Wow seriously...I'm not an EXO-Lbut Kai's dancing lines really could kill...how could he moves his shoulders like that...he is a dancer down to his bones

- Everything is Kai. His tanned skin, his sculptured lines of his face, his deep double-lids, his slim but firm and hard-looking body, the faded strands of his hair and the red suit... everything is just Kai.

- his dancing is one thing but his expressions are really..haa...what am I going to do with my heart

- I don't know how many times I've watched Kai's fancam...Not even an Aeri but I kept falling for him...Kai is very sexyㅠㅠㅠㅠ

- seriously, I kept thinking of Kai in that exact state, holding a gun, and with his tongue he licked his lips, and smiling bitterly he spit out the blood that pooled in his mouth. But of course these are all only in my imagination

-Wow..I'm VIP and because our BIGBANG is not promoting I don't really watch Idols stages but after watching Love Shot I feel like I'm bewitched by EXO

- Iya..by coincidence I saw a reply on a video and someone suggested this video so I watched ..it's really daebak. I'm sending you my praises this is just insane

- Kai fancams are something you really need to watch. A person who is really passionate when it comes to danceㅠㅠ

- Actually I used to think that Kai is someone who can dance a bit better than the average but after watching this video I changed my mind...his dancing lines are totally different on his own...it's really daebak..I think I know why he is the main dancer

- I'm sorry to say this but isn't this too much...I'm watching this as 1 Day 10 Times video ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠKai's Drug Fancam

- sobs,,, I think I'm really gonna be an EXO fan ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

- how can a person be that sexy? it's daebak maybe he was sexy from the first moment he was born

- is this what you call Matured Sexiness,,,,, really this is the most incredible fancams of all I've seen

- because there was a Love Shot stage so I pressed it without thought and suddenly I found myself screaming for the red suit and searching for his fancam....

- I hope Kai releases a solo album...

- I feel like his dancing lines are so different from the rest so you can dance the same choreo but have such a different force he's not just very sexy but more like beautiful he's like a prince what

- even his walking steps become the dance i cant even....

- I think if we gather all Idols from all over the world, even at that place Kai will still be at the Center spot

- I didn't even have any idea how many members there are in EXO but I saw this stage by chance and somehow found my way to this fancamㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ now I'm going around suggesting this video to my friends ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

- I'm not an EXO-L but I was so shocked while watching Knowing Brothers and now I'm here....there are no words coming out except this is crazy... he's totally sexyㅠ

- but this is seriously too much... because of Kai I'm watching all the Love Shot videos and I'm this close to becoming a fan... is it okay for someone to be as sexy as this...his gaze and his dancing line..it's really over

- I watched this without any precaution to my d*ck and I almost turned gay

- I had no idea what I was watching but for sure after watching it I felt happy

- Kai is the only person who has this level of skills with this kind of physique

- The choreo and the song are all really good but he's truly sexyㅠ his expressions were really out to seize my heart if I'm from another fandom and I'm this fluttered then the fans' hearts must be destroyed

- I'm from another fandom and this is the first time I'm searching to watch a fancam...I think I've watched this fancam for more than 100 times;

- we watch this everyday with the kids at schoolㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

- even a nonfan like me thinks that this fancam...should be watched by everybody in this world...with all sincerity

- I'm really thankful for the fact that we have someone like Kai on the soils of our country..at his level I think it's perfectly fine if he wants to play in bigger waters

- I've been a YG stan for 10 years and am a VIP who had zero interest in SM idols but this time around Love Shot Kai is seriously daebak... I was watching SBS Gayo Daejun and saw Kai and now I'm going around searching for only Kai Love Shot...this time it's daebak

- Wow I'm not even a fan but I can't think of anything and just watched this fancam till the very end and it's the first time seriously crazy

- I don't know if it's okay for me to watch this for free

- now I understood how people can become gay

- ah really seriously I keep watching this originally I had zero interest and I watched this by chance he's just too awesome the concept is totally my taste rolling the body like that and the outfit is totally my taste too it's the best

- I'm not EXO's fan but after watching the SBS Gayo Daejun recently he was so sexy that I searched this up..I think I'm turning into a fan

- Wow I'm a guy but I'm falling for him he's fvcking good at dancing and fvcking cool

- after watching this at Gayo Daejun for the first time yesterday I can't seem to forget him so I ended up searching for this...this is dangerous.. he's very sexy and his body movements are really...wow

- even a man like me thinks he's sexy,,,

- ah..because of this fancam I keep searching for other Kai fancams..he's very sexy

- wow the whole time watching this nothing came out of my mouth other than sounds of awe...how can somebody dance like that..? the way he expressed the dance shocked me

- watching this it seems like Kai is really good at dancing and is really good at the changes of his facial expression too..and the dance might seems like it's easy but it's actually hard..;;;

- seriously at the "Na na na na" part how do you even give out a vibe like that...Kai is jjang

- the only two idols who can dance and give out such cool vibes are probably GD and Kai

- watched this stage and started stanning Kai

- because Kai's expressions on stage are so varied I searched for his fancam, turns out his dancing skills are no joke too

- wow..so this is why people watch fancams

- it's very shocking to see Kai dancing..he's so good at controlling his strength and then he moves very smoothly and it's every amazing to see when he suddenly puts in a lot of power...really he is the top among Korean idols when it comes to dance

#kai #exo #exo kai #jongin #kim jongin #kim kai #commentsonKAI #love shot

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gvbejvmes · 5 years

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Drabble: Exes and Ohs

Title: Exes and Ohs Rating: PG-13 Relationships: Gabe/Johnny, Gabe/Jill Brief Summary: A surprise visitor at the agency. Warnings: Unhealthy relationships

Most of the time Gabe stayed in the back of Seeing Eye Investigations, either in his office or in the employees only area in the back of the shop, but every once in awhile he was up front. Usually when Jill wasn’t in, he didn't bother having anyone sit up front - that's what the cameras and alarms were for, but a client was coming in and Gabe didn't like clients coming into an empty front office. Jill was just running late; he knew she would be in shortly, but he wasn't entirely sure when the client, who Delilah had set up the appointment for when she’d been helping out last week, was coming in - other than soon. He was tucked onto a corner of the couch in their little client intake area, drinking a cup of coffee, his laptop balanced on his knees when the front door chimed. His glasses were perched on his nose, and he was so caught up in his work that he didn't realize that someone had even come into the office at first. "You know, I always did like watching you when you worked. You always put all your effort into your work." Gabe's head whipped up at the very familiar voice, and if his ex-boyfriend, Johnny, hadn't anticipated Gabe's reaction and grabbed the cup, his coffee would have spilled all over his laptop. "Aren't you supposed to be super aware of your environment, Briel?" Johnny mused, sounding amused as always, as he set the coffee down on the side table, and then settled on the coffee table, sitting in front of Gabe. Slamming his laptop shut, Gabe set his computer next to him, and pushed his glasses off his face and up into his hair. "What the fvck are you doing here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow when all Johnny did was hold out his arms and shrug at him. When the small smile worked its way across the other man's face, Gabe swore under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're the client." He dead-panned, shaking his head. "Of course. Jill and Charlie know your tricks, but Delilah’s never met you before. She’s heard of you, but never met you. Your business isn't welcome here. You know where the door is." He stood up, but he didn't make it very far before Johnny grabbed his hand. "Briel, five minutes, okay? I don't have a case. I just wanted to check on you, and you don't take my calls. I know how you get when the anniversary of Geor-" Johnny stopped mid-sentence, which meant that Gabe must have clenched his jaw at Johnny's attempt to say Georgie's name. "- of your sister's disappearance. You get obsessed, you don't sleep, you don't take care of yourself." He gave Gabe's hand a squeeze, which was when Gabe realized that his ex was still holding his hand. "I just want to make sure you're being taken care of - that you don't need anything." His words were enough to knock some sense into Gabe. He wrenched his hand out of Johnny's grasp. "I don't need anything from you, other than for you to leave. Things have changed since we split, Jay, and I don't need you. I have someone to take care of me, and you haven't been that person for a long time." Johnny stood up at that, and fixed Gabe with a look he didn't know how to interpret. "Well, that answers that question." He said, tucking his hands into his pockets. "You finally got the balls to tell Her how you felt, good on you." Johnny seemed to be looking past Gabe, but he didn't follow the other man's gaze - he kept his focus on Johnny, as though he didn't trust him enough to look away from him. "You're definitely not as skinny as the last time I saw you. I'm glad she's taking care of you. You deserve to be happy, Briel. Even if it's not with me."

Before Gabe could formulate a response, Johnny was addressing someone behind them. God, he really was off his game today. How did he not hear the swing-push door open? The hinges on that thing were loud as fvck. "I don't know why I'm telling you this, but don't let him do anything stupid on the 15th, hmm? Last year he wound up in Atlantic City with that stupid gun tattoo on his arm. Look after him for me, would you?" And Gabe didn't need to look behind him to know who he was talking to. "Me and Bean, we look after each other. It ain't a one way street like it was with me and you. It's not one person needing to take care of the other person all the time. It's a partnership. Something you still don't understand, Jay." He felt himself walking to Jill, even if he didn't feel himself moving. His hand wrapped around hers, of it's own accord and he steeled his jaw and looked at Johnny. "You checked on me; you can go now."

Neither he or Jill said anything after Johnny left, but that wasn't too unusual. He just lead Jill to the couch and pulled her into his arms. She settled against him, running her fingers through his hair. And that was how Delilah found them when she came into the office to see if Gabe wanted to buy her lunch.

#Drabble #pairing: Gabe/Johnny #pairing: Gabe/Jill #once upon a time Gabe was a PI.

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youareboththebestbestfriend · 7 years

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The You are in love / Dress mashup

Hi guys, I just loveeeee Bechloe so much and I loooooooooove Taylor Swift so much. Then I made a mashup myself between YAIL (bold) and Dress (italic) because it's perfect. Like. Even the beats match up pretty well between the two songs, which I wouldn't have guessed before I tried to merge them. But it worked out pretty well. Also, these songs are gay as fvck and that's why they work for Bechloe I think. Unfortunately, I haven't figured out how to put the song on tumblr yet due to rights.

Anyway, here's a Valentine's day Bechloe fanfic containing Taylor Swift songs. Like, I don't need more in life than this. Guys are overrated (no offense). Enjoy the fic!

PS. I wrote the first poem myself. It was originally in Dutch but I tried to translate it and still get the message across. I think I did pretty well?

There were a lot of things that Beca Mitchell detested that others loved. For example, movies. Unicorns. The titanic. Rainbows and glitter. Agnes from despicable me. Romantic books. My little pony. But out of all things, there was nothing, nothing, Beca hated more than Valentine's day. But Chloe Beale loved Valentine's day. And Beca recently realised she's in love with Chloe Beale.

It had been years ago that Chloe had first teased Beca on the holiday she despised the most. Beca had been halfway in her second year at Barden University and preparing the Bellas for yet another year of a capella. She and Chloe were co-captaining the Bellas and Beca had to admit the two of them were doing a great job together. A week before February 14th, Chloe had already decorated the whole house in shades of red. Hearts cut out of pink paper where located everywhere, even in the bathroom, and god forbid someone taking down or moving decorations even out of convenience. Like the purple and red flowers woven on a golden tread hanging just behind the front door, where, the first time Beca came in when she had been with her mind elsewhere, she had gotten caught in like a wolf in an iron wired fence. And even though Chloe was one of the most selfless people she knew, Beca had been kind of mad at her when the first thing Chloe checked was if the paper flowers hadn't been torn up.

"Can you just stop moving for a second?" Chloe had said, grinding her teeth. "For God's sake Chloe, Get. Me. Out," she had bit back. "I need to assess the situation first, I worked so hard on this and you are messing it up if I am not careful," Chloe replied, getting on her knees. "Argh," Beca grumbled and crossed her arms in front of her chest. But her anger somehow subdued when she was looking down at the redhead. She watched Chloe as she handled the decorations with care as if they were tiny birds failing their first flying out. Beca sighed and bit the inside of her cheek. In the back of her mind, part of her was thinking this was endearing. But another part was just annoyed and that side won, as always. "Becs?" she heard the older girl say, "you can step out now." Beca hadn't noticed how Chloe had freed her legs and untied the woven lines from around her. All she had thought about was Chloe's hands on her lower legs and the warmth of them through her dark blue skinny jeans. "Thanks," Beca sighed and looked up at the taller girl that was averting her gaze. "I am sorry," she admitted. "Is it.. is it still.. okay?" Chloe finally met her eyes and grinned a little smile. "I will put them back up. Try not to get caught next time, even if they look totally aca-adorable on you," she winked. Beca blushed, stepped out of the circle of purple and red flowers and picked them up to hand them back to the redhead. Their fingers brushed and they locked eyes for only a second. Beca pursed her lips together and pointed to the stairs, to which Chloe nodded before stepping aside. After Beca had changed into comfortable PJs, she walked downstairs again and noticed that the flowers were right back up behind the front door, not an inch moved from where they had been before Beca had barged in. She rolled her eyes and joined her friends in the living room. If anything, Chloe was even more Chloe during Valentine's day. Meaning, more bubbly and happy than she already was.

A week later, on Valentine's day itself, Beca had gotten up to her room after her last classes and Bella practice. Even though she loved her friends and her girls, she really felt like needing some alone time. Sometimes they overwhelmed her, even if she had grown to love these girls. After she changed into some more comfortable clothing, Beca grabbed her laptop and headphones from the little desk positioned at the wall. Usually, she really liked working at her desk, but tonight she was exhausted and just wanted to be comfortable in her bed. Beca put the laptop down on the foot end of her bed and grabbed her pillow. What she hadn't expect to find was a bright red envelope and a small giftbox from under it. Beca looked around, blushed and sat down on her bed. She hated this Valentine's stuff. But as much as she really, really, hated it, she was just curious what this all was about. So she opened the envelope and read the note inside: _ Love is indescribable, because if roses don't say more than "I love you", and butterflies are not more than flutters in my stomach

how can I explain to you that your love feels eternal spring to me? _

Beca gasped softly, not realizing she had been holding her breath. Her heart was thudding in her chest loudly. She read the note again before putting it down. Her mind was spinning, the poem was absolutely beautiful. She could feel the words on her skin and it gave her goosebumps. Slightly afraid to open the giftbox, Beca reached for it anyway. She doubted another moment, but decided she was too curious anyway, no matter how much she hated Valentine's day gifts. Maybe she hated it so much because she actually never had been of the receiving end of one. Until now. With slightly shaking fingers, Beca lifted the cap from the box. Inside, she found a sparkling, bright ocean blue keychain of a butterfly. She picked it up and looked at it from different angles. She hated to admit that she actually quite liked it. It looked delicate and the sparkles were only noticeable when you looked really hard at it. Beca loved the colour. With a gasp she dropped the keychain on her bed, realizing that the butterfly was the exact same shade of blue as the eyes of her best friend. Chloe. Chloe? She thought. Beca grabbed the keychain and put it back with the poem in the red envelope and put it in the drawer of her desk. She just wanted to work on her mix for a while before going to bed, and tried to get this whole Valentine's day out of her mind. It was much later, when she actually was in her bed, that Beca started to wonder again. It would only make sense that the sender would be someone in the Bella house. It had to be Chloe. It was probably one of her jokes to tease her, make her uncomfortable, just for the fun of it. Beca sighed, rolled onto her other side and squeezed her eyes shut. If only her mind would shut up as well. It had to be a joke, right? Even if the words from the poem sounded more sincere than anything someone had ever said to her.

Flash-forward a year later to the 14th of February, and Beca found out that in fact, the red envelope from the year before had not been a joke. Neither Beca nor Chloe had ever mentioned it to one another. She hadn't thought much about this day, not even when the decorations had been up already a week before. Beca just simply thought last year was a onetime thing. Little did she know it wasn't. The week leading up to the 14th had been normal, except that this had been marked as "let's-watch-rom-coms-every-night" for the Bellas. Maybe that is why Beca hated this holiday. The weekly movie nights with her girls were bad enough, but that week in February meant it was movie night every night. That didn't mean Beca wasn't trying to get out of it every night. "Guys, I have so much work to do. I don't have time for this," Beca tried to argue with Fat Amy and Stacie. "But this time I get to choose the movie," Stacie replied and threw her arms up. Everyone looked at her. "How does that convince me again?" Beca asked after seconds of silence. "I will choose a sexy movie," Stacie grinned. Beca groaned. Fat Amy laughed and high fived Stacie. "Yes girl!" Chloe just stared at Beca with twinkles in her eyes, awaiting her best friend's reaction. Beca was at a loss of words. "Please don't, I will not complain again the rest of the week but please don't," Beca said at last but she knew it was a lost cause anyway. The rest of the girls where already settled in front of the TV, Fat Amy joining them when Chloe, Stacie and Beca were still standing in their small living room. "Honestly, I don't understand how you cannot like that," Stacie smirked, making a very inappropriate sign and turning around. Chloe laughed and patted Beca on her back. "Come on Becs, it won't be that bad, watching a sexy movie being curled up with me?" she winked. "Dude," Beca said, shaking her head. Chloe grabbed Beca's hand and normally Beca would flinch or withdrawal her hand, but seeing as she just lost a fight she let it go and walked to the two open spots reserved for her and Chloe on the couch. "You can even choose the movie tomorrow, if you behave well," Chloe said, while Beca took the spot in the corner and folded her legs under her butt. "Which is a big deal, as it really is _Valentine's day _tomorrow," Chloe added and pointed her finger at her friend, her eyes sparkling. "Great," Beca replied sarcastically, but soon she forgot about it and her temper subdued. Being near Chloe had that effect on her. She even grabbed Chloe's hand halfway the movie to squeeze it and to let the older girl know that everything was okay. Chloe turned her head, looking at Beca, who was focused on the screen and smiled happily.

It was much later that night when Beca returned to her room. The movie had been long. And she still did not get why all the girls were drooling all over that male character, but she had to admit that it was at least interesting. And she got to spent time with Chloe. Beca walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for bed when she ran into Chloe. "HWui," she was greeted by the redhead, who was standing with a mouthful of foamed toothpaste in front of the mirror. "Dude, gross," Beca replied and moved next to Chloe to wet her toothbrush and apply paste. She moved out of the way to let her friend spit out and started to brush her own teeth. Beca was looking at Chloe through the mirror and she saw the older girl make eye contact with her and smirk. "Gross?" Chloe said and turned around, putting her hands on her hips. Beca stopped moving and stared down at Chloe's hands, holding her night dress in place. Damn, she had made her look. Beca shrugged as Chloe moved closer until she almost stepped onto the shorter girl's toes. "If only you knew," Chloe whispered and Beca could smell her peppermint fresh breath, before quickly kissing Beca on her cheek and walking out of the bathroom. "Night Becs," she shouted over her shoulder, while Beca bent over to spit. What had that been all about? Beca looked in the mirror and turned her head to inspect her cheek. There was no sign of there ever been planted a kiss, not visibly at least. Her cheek was hot and she blushed. She had liked it. Chloe's closeness. Beca grabbed her stuff after finishing up and returned to her room. She still wanted to work on a mix she was making for the next a cappella contest.

Sometimes, Beca really could lose herself in music. She could listen to a new mix multiple times and never be bored, each time recognizing a new part in her mix that perfectly harmonized together without her even knowing when she put songs together. She was in that half-asleep relaxed state just past midnight, not noticing how a red envelope was slid underneath her closed door. Beca opened her eyes, but knew she had been too late when she opened her door to see who was there. No one was, of course. She had not been prepared to find a purple stuffed Care Bear on the ground. Her mouth agape, Beca picked up the bear and found that it was even softer than it looked. Wheels were spinning inside her head, but in the end she noticed that the whole house was silent. Beca closed her door and took the envelope from the floor. She couldn't believe it. The only person who knew that she used to imitate care bears and drove her parents crazy was.. Chloe. Even though it had been years ago, Beca immediately recognized this one bear. Purple, with rainbow-coloured music notes on her chest. Harmony Bear, the first one. She knew that later the music notes had been changed into hearts and after that flowers. This one was the one she used to watch on TV. Stunned, Beca returned to her bed and sat down to open the envelope. Was this really happening? She took out the small note and turned it around. It was simply written, like the year before, but signed with a drawing of a rainbow.

_"Let's make a rainbow, all our colours in harmony When we work together - you and me, let's make a Rainbow.

Wake up and start the day, don't be afraid of a new beginning. I've got a feeling you'll be happy today, look up, got a clear blue sky, the sun is shining - bright and yellow. Not a thing is standing in our way!

What's a harmony without a melody? Everything's better when I'm with you!"_

Beca stared, then giggled, then looked around if anybody saw. Of course, no one had. She was just stunned. Everything reeked of Chloe, hell she could almost smell her peppermint breath as the rainbow song played in her head. Beca shivered and picked up the bear and stroke its belly. She smiled. She hadn't slept with stuffed animals since her parent's divorce. There had been no point, moving between her mom and dad with her animals. But warmth filled her as the smile plastered on her face. It had been in the first year that she had met Chloe, when one night she had told her about her obsession with the Care Bears as a little girl. She had never thought Chloe would have remembered, especially since the both of them had been drunk that night when they had shared stories. Beca moved her laptop and headphones back to her desk and curled up in bed, falling asleep with Harmony bear against her chest.

Beca woke up to the sunlight in her room, apparently she forgot to close her curtains fully last night. She turned around and found her new stuffed friend. It hadn't been a dream. Love filled her body. Chloe cared so much about her, she had known that before, but now she felt like last year had not been a joke. Maybe, maybe it was real. Maybe she had real feelings for Beca. Maybe, maybe she had real feelings for Chloe too. But Beca was horrible at expressing her feelings. Which probably explained why Chloe had never asked or pushed about the butterfly keychain from last year. And for the first time, Beca wanted to let the other girl know. She wanted to let Chloe know how she felt. She just didn't know how.

She took a shower, just because it gave her a reason not to go downstairs yet, where she had already picked on some of the girls being up and about. Beca returned to her room and readied herself for the day, looking at the purple fluff on her bed. After doing her hair, she walked towards her bed and put the stuffed bear under her sheets. She smiled. Her secret. She already hid the red envelope in her desk drawer, with the envelope from last year, but not before rereading both cards. She'd already decided to use the keychain, better late than never. Maybe Chloe would notice. Maybe it would make things easier. She hooked it up to her keys and smiled, heading out of her room to join her friends. She heard Jessica, Ashley and Stacie in the living room when she rounded the corner into their kitchen, finding Fat Amy on a stool and Chloe next to the stove. "I might not be back tonight," Fat Amy winked to Chloe. "Oooh, you have plans with Bumperrrrr," she replied excitedly. "Well, not yet, but by the end of the day, probably," Amy replied. Beca walked in, "how come she gets to skip movie night and not me, huh?" Fat Amy shrugged and Chloe laughed. "Morning Becs," she said, "how'd you sleep?" Chloe winked. Beca almost dropped the bottle of orange juice she just got out of the fridge. Don't freak, she told herself. Chloe already turned away to look at the scrambled eggs on the pan, not expecting the younger girl to reply. Beca turned towards Chloe slowly, swallowing hard. "Actually, I slept really well. I dreamt about.." Beca paused, "rainbows." Chloe's head snapped back as she openmouthedly looked at Beca. "Uh, Red, close your mouth," Fat Amy said, "you look dumb, don't take this the wrong way." Beca saw the redhead blink, trying to recover herself, but she wasn't finished. Last night she had decided, she'd go all in. "There were singing," Beca continued, looking Chloe up and down quickly before regaining eye contact, "unicorns." She laughed at Chloe's stunned expression, who recovered and bit her lip. "Uh, Red, I think your eggs are burning," Fat Amy pointed out before moving her plate and glass over to the sink, announcing she'd better get ready for an "eventful day", leaving Beca and Chloe in the kitchen. "Shit," Chloe swore under her breathe and returned her focus to the frying pan in front of her. "Shit," she repeated herself, trying to save some of the eggs. "I don't it gets any better the more you swear, Chlo," Beca pointed out and grabbed some paper towels to help the older girl clean up. "Shit," Chloe said again, but gave up and threw her arms in the air. "Hey, it's okay," Beca said, removing the content of the pan into the trash bin. "They were for you," Chloe admitted, cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. Beca turned around to face Chloe, who was still standing a few feet away with her back to her. "Chlo," she said softly but uncertain. "No, I know," the redhead interrupted her and turned around to face Beca. She moved forward to the brunette. "You don't need to say anything," Chloe simply said. Beca swallowed, feeling uncomfortable and nervous. "I'm bad at these things," she replied, it almost sounded like an apology. Chloe grabbed her right hand and squeezed it, "it's okay." Beca smiled. Chloe smiled. That night, when it was Beca's turn to pick out a movie, she choose "Welcome to Care-a-lot." All Bellas protested except Chloe, who felt like Beca just hit her in the face. Beca grinned at her best friend and said that the movie was romantic, it was about friendship and it had freaking rainbows. In the end, Stacie okayed her choice and a few minutes into the movie, Beca felt Chloe's hand on her calf beneath their fleece blanket. She didn't look at Chloe, but placed her hand on top.

It was yet another year later, Beca and Jesse had broken up a long time ago as both their feelings had disappeared. Sure, she had loved Jesse, but he was more like a friend to her. Beca had never felt pressured into their relationship, but she also had regretted that they had been taking that step. They still talked, sometimes, but not like they had before they had been boyfriend and girlfriend. Meanwhile, her feelings for Chloe had grown, slowly but steadily. Beca slept with her stuffed bear every night, and one time she had freaked out because it got lost at some point underneath her bed. She hadn't known how much she'd grown to like it up unto that moment. This year, Beca had promised herself, things would be different. This year, it was her turn. She absolutely hated Valentine's day, but she knew how much it meant to Chloe. Lately, she hadn't been able to deal with the sexual tension much, her love for Chloe growing stronger with every wink, every tease, every touch. She was scared, because she never had let her walls completely down, by choice. She never made the first move. But now she wanted to. She wanted to let Chloe know. Which is why Beca had locked herself up in her room the week before Valentine's day to finish a mix she was working on. A mix to declare her love to Chloe. She even managed to get out of one movie night. Even Chloe's pout hadn't convinced her to watch The Notebook again. This year, Stacie had suggested that on February 14th they'd join the campus Valentine's day party. Apparently, she was hooking up with a new guy these weeks and she really, really wanted to spent Valentine's day with him. They had all agreed, even Beca, as it would be nice to be out of the house this year. Also, it created the perfect setting for her plan, Beca smirked, as she saved her finalised mix on her desktop as "YAIL-Dress.mashup".

It had been a little past ten when there was a knock on her bedroom door. "Come in," Beca answered and wasn't surprised to find Chloe walking in. She closed the door behind her, "Becs?" and turned around. "Wow," she said. "Hey," Beca replied. "I'm almost finished," she continued. "Wow," Chloe said agin, looking the brunette up and down. Beca was wearing a knee-length black dress with a long neck of lace and open back. The fabric flowed around her in several layers and it looked.. soft, sexy. Chloe reached out absentmindly, the sudden urge that she needed to feel Beca, but then stopped and blushed. "I take it you like the dress," Beca deadpanned and tilted her head to the side, a smirk around her red lips. "Yeah," Chloe said and cleared her throat, "it's beautiful. You're beautiful." Beca met her eyes and smiled at her.

They returned hours later from the party, slightly tipsy. Chloe liked it, it made Beca more free. More touchy, less reserved. The other girls had either already returnedearlier, were still at the party or had found "sleeping arrangements" elsewhere. Beca tried to open the door, laughing loudly with Chloe in the empty street, who grabbed her arm and tried not to tumble over from laughing. "Come on Becs, aren't you cold like I am, hurry up," she told the brunette. "Let go of my arm then, silly," Beca replied and finally managed to open the door of their house. "I'm thirsty," Beca said as she threw her small purse on the table next to the door. "I'll make you some tea," Chloe replied and walked into the kitchen. Beca took both their coats and hung them up. She took a deep breath. This was it. She looked down at her shaking hands for a moment, before Chloe called her name, "Becs?" Chloe walked towards her, two cups of tea in her hand. Beca could smell the cinnamon, she loved cinnamon. "You okay," the redhead asked. "Yeah, I'm fine," Beca replied and took one of the cups from her. "Actually, I.. I have something for you," she continued, her heart was in her throat by now. This was it. God, she was nervous. "You do?" Chloe grinned, her eyes sparkling a bright blue. "It's up in my room," Beca nodded and grabbed her best friend's hand. "Oooooh," Chloe winked, making Beca blush and roll her eyes. They walked up the stairs together towards Beca's room. She opened the door and Chloe immediately walked to her nightstand to put down her tea, not letting go of Beca's hand. "Sit," Beca told her and turned around to put her own tea on her desk and grab her laptop and headphones from her desk. "I made you something," Beca explained and moved to sit next to Chloe against the headboard. "Just for me?" Chloe's eyes sparkled, it was no secret she loved Beca's work. Never had anyone been as supportive as Chloe was, day in and out. "Just for you," Beca replied and placed the headphones carefully on Chloe's head, then she hit play and bit the inside of her cheek. This was it.

Chloe looked at Beca as the intro of You are in love started playing. She just stared, then smiled. She loved Taylor Swift. Shortly after, the intro of Dress starts. Chloe swallows hard, licking her lips.

One look, dark room Our secret moments, meant just for you in a crowded room, They got no idea about me and you There is an indentation Time moved too fast in the shape of you you play it back Made your mark on me a golden tattoo Buttons on a coat lighthearted joke No proof, not much but you saw enough Small talk, he drives coffee at midnight The light reflects All of the silence and patience, pining and anticipation the chain on your neck my hands are shaking from holding back from you She says, "Look up." All of the silence and patience, pining and anticipation and your shoulders brush my hands are shaking from holding back from you No proof, one touch but you felt enough

Say my name and everything just stops You can hear it in the silence, silence I don't want you like a best friend **You can feel it on the way home, way home **Only bought this dress so you could take if off You could see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love Carve your name into my bed post You are in love 'cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off, ah-ah

Morning, his place burnt toast, Sunday You keep her shirt she keeps her word Inescapable, **And for once you let go **I'm not even gonna try of your fears and your ghosts and if I get burned, at least we were electrified One step, not much I'm spilling wine in the bath tub You kiss my face and we're both drunk **but it said enough **Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about all of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation **You kiss on sidewalks **My hands are shaking from holding back from you you fight then you talk All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this ah-ah-ah One night he wakes strange look on his face Say my name and everything just stops Pauses, then says "You're my best friend." I don't want you like a best friend And you knew what it was only bought this dress so you could take it off she is in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence Carve your name into my bed post You can feel it on the way home, way home I don't want you like a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off You could see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love

And so it goes you two are dancing in a snow globe 'round and 'round Only bought this dress so you could take it off And she keeps a picture of you in his office downtown and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars and why I spent my whole life trying to put it into words

'Cause you can hear it in the silence Flashback when you met me You can feel it on the way home _your buzz cut and my hair bleached Even in my worst time, you could see the best in me _You could see it with the lights out Flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes You are in love, true love even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me You're in love

And I woke up just in time You can hear it in the silence, silence Now I wake up by your side my one and only, my lifeline You can feel it on the way home, way home I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side my hands shake, I can't explain this ah-ah-ah You could see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love Say my name and everything just stops.. You're in love _I don't want you like a best friend _ You can hear it in the silence, silence Only bought this dress so you could take it off You can feel it on the way home, way home Carve your name into my bed post You can see it with the lights out, lights out 'cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off You are in love, true love You're in love

** **Beca knows when the song stops playing, because the smile on Chloe's face gets bigger and bigger. She bites the inside of her cheek as she tries to come up with words. "Becs?" Chloe's voice sounds uncertain but soft, and Beca feels her reached out to touch her cheek. She leans into it. Beca starts to say something but pauses, then whispers "you're my best friend, Chlo." She pushes the laptop and headphones aside and rolls on her side in order to fully face Chloe. "But I don't want," she continues as she looks down at Chloe's lips, her hand reaching out to touch the redhead's hips, "I don't want you as a best friend". There is a moment of silence between them and then she tugs at the waistband of Chloe's jeans to move her closer before she crashes her lips on Chloe's. A soft moan escapes the redhead's lips, but she quickly picks up where Beca left of and deepens the kiss. Beca leans over Chloe as they break up the kiss for air, their foreheads still touching. "I love you, Beca Mitchell," Chloe whispers against her lips before closing the distance again. "I love you too," murmurs Beca between kisses. Chloe's hands are in her hair and warmth rushes through her veins, then Chloe pulls back. "Did you buy this dress just for me to take off?" Chloe smirked. Beca smiled, bit her lip and winked. "I know you how much you appreciate Taylor Swift references," she answers and grabs Chloe's hand, guiding it to her chest. "Take it off," Beca orders as Chloe closes the distance between them again.

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captnbarnesrogers · 7 years

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The Company Rules // Chapter One

Pairing/Character: Harry Styles x Reader, Angel Miles (OFC), Adrienne Johnson (OFC), Carlos Flint (OMC) Warnings:None, swearing Summary: It’s your first day on the job! Time to meet your first client. Word Count:1.3k+ A/N: Hope y’all like it! Give me some feedback if you wanna :)

PROLOGUE

You exited the dark, smelly subway, your purse in one hand and a cup of coffee for Carlos in the other. You complained endlessly about the heels you wore but you were lucky enough to know that the firm was only a few steps away. You took a big breath before stopping at the clear glass door of the law firm, holding your phone to your ear.

“You’re gonna be fine!” Adrienne reassures you, her voice warm and supportive even through the phone,

“But what if I screw up?”

“You worked there as an intern for a year, Y/N, you’re gonna do great!”

“Thanks, guys,” You sighed before opening the doors, “I gotta go, I’ll talk to you guys later.” You all exchanged your goodbyes, Adrienne and Angel wishing you good luck one more time, and you made you to the reception, greeting Nick, the receptionist,

“You’re back!” You nodded and laughed, bumping fists with him,

“I work here now.”

“You’re kidding!”

“I am not, you’re gonna be seeing me around a lot.” He winked at you and chuckled,

“Trust me, I don’t mind.”

“You never fail to make me laugh, Nicky,” You looked at the watch on your wrist and hissed, “I gotta go, you wanna meet for lunch?” Nick nodded and shooed you off.

You took the elevator up and waved to Nick. You pressed the number four and before you knew it, the doors had slid open and you were greeted by Carlos himself.

“Good to have you back. Y/N.” He smiled,

“I’m happy to be back, thank you so much for this Carlos,” You handed him the disposable cup, “and like always, a cap with two sugars.” He laughs and pats your back,

“You’re one of a kind, Y/N, we’re really happy to have you on board.” He clicks his fingers, remembering the real reason he asked you to be at work so early, “Your client will be here in half an hour so it’s best you get yourself ready, huh?” You nodded and you both began walking towards a room, empty from people, “The meeting will be held in here and,” Carlos leads you to the office next door, “this is your office.”

“Office? Already?” You entered the office, eye widened,

“I think you really deserve it, for the short time you’ve been with Barry & Flint you’ve made quite the change around here.” You couldn’t contain your excitement but didn’t know how to react professionally,

“Carlos, thank you so much!”

“It’s really no big deal,” You shook his hand, thanking him again, “well, I’ll leave you to it, I’ll let you get busy.” You nodded, and he lifted the cup to his lips, sipping the mixture of bitter and sweetness of the coffee, saluting goodbye. Half an hour flew by like the wind, you stood by the window, adoring the view of New York City when you heard three loud knocks on the door of the Meeting Room. Carlos stood in the doorway, a smile on his face.

“He’s here.” You smiled back and took a gulp from your water. You walked over to meet with the mystery man with the bottle in your hand. You unscrewed the cap and took another gulp, the man stuck out his hand to take your awaiting fingertips and shook them, “Mr. Styles, this is your Contract Lawyer, Y/N Y/L/N.” Mr. Styles? You looked up from his hand and your eyes widened, you felt the water stick down your throat, and before you could control yourself, you sprayed the water from your mouth onto his grey shirt and black skinny jeans, “Y/N!”

“Spitter, not exactly my first experience with you.” He mumbles only enough for you to hear. You look up at him with a smug grin upon his lips,

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Styles.” Carlos says, concern filling his tone,

“S’not a problem.” He chuckles,

“Carlos, I’ll take care of him.” You look at Carlos with an assuring look in your eyes, he nods and clenches his jaw, “Please come this way, Mr. Styles,” You gestured to the seat in front of you, “take a seat.”

“Thank you.” You sat down and gave him some files, sliding them across the table,

“Mr. Styles-”

“Harry.”

“What?” You clear your throat, your eyebrow raising in curiousness,

“Just call me Harry,” he leans forward, “you don’t have a problem with that, do you, pet?” Your posture straightens as your thighs clench at the pet name. You shrug off the comment and begin discussing the situation at hand,

“So, um, I’ll have to travel with you and check all of your contracts, if that’s alright with you? That’s obviously why I’m here.”

“Do wha’ you want, you’re really good at tha’.” You smile through a sigh and once again shrug off his sly remark. He pulls out the last sheet of paper in the manila folder,

“You need to sign that to confirm that you want to have us as your main defence company.”

“Do y’have a pen?” You nod and slide the black pen across to him. You hear the pen slide on the paper, your smile growing but you stop yourself, “I’m all yours.” You both hear a knock at the door, making you both stand up,

“Carlos.”

“Everything good in here?” Carlos asks, the furrowing of his brows indicating he had not forgotten what had happened before. He begins fastening the button on his suit and nods. Harry walks over to Carlos and shakes his hand,

“She’s quite the lawyer, m’happy to have you on board.” Carlos smiles widely and continues to shake his hand. Harry hands the manila folder to Carlos, patting his back, “Jus’ fax the copies to my agency, Y/N knows which one.” Carlos nods and Harry looks back at you, giving you a smirk before walking on and into the elevator to exit the building. You wait by the door and watch his body disappear,

“Whatever you did,” Carlos began, “keep it up.” He pats you on the back and walks back into his office, running his large, darkly tanned hands through his black slick hair,

“Thanks.” You whisper as he walks away. You enter the meeting room again to clean up, almost instantly noticing the iPhone left in the seat where he sat. You grabbed it out of the seat and began running to the elevator. You repeatedly (and roughly) pressed the elevator button, only hoping that it would open, to be disappointed that it hadn’t. You ran down the fire escape stairs and made it just in time to see him walk out of the glass doors, “Harry!” You call out. He turns around and enters the building, only for you to push him straight out again,

“Can’t stay away?”

“You left your phone.” You handed him the glass-screened device and stood there for a moment,

“So?” Before you could reply he had grabbed you and pushed you to the alleyway next to the firm,

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Uh… Occupational hazard.” You were confused and just ignored it, not wanting to get into a deep conversation,

“Harry, if I’m going to be your lawyer, you can’t tell anyone about what happened, and it cannot happen again, so quit with the sarcasm, okay?” He gently pushes you deeper into the alleyway, your back bumping into the wet wall at the end of it, he’s looking behind himself trying to rid himself from the sight of the paparazzi. You hadn’t realised how close the both of you were against each other until he turned to face you,

“Sorry, wha’ was tha’, love?”

“We, um, we can’t-” Your faces were almost touching, heat radiating from each other’s skin, his emerald green eyes dilating from lust, but you push yourself away from him, “Because of the company rules, you can’t tell anyone about what happened and it’s not happening again, is that clear?”

“Crystal.” You straighten your dress and begin walking backward from him,

“Have a nice day, Mr. Styles.” He nods and gestures appreciation for his phone. As you exit the alleyway, you take a deep breath of fresh air, your cheeks flushed from the moments before, “Oh, god.”

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captainmarvels · 7 years

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Early Morning

Summary: Lance seems to have found his soft spot, thanks to you.

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Warnings: Language; very vague mentions of physical domestic abuse

Word Count: 2,650 (sorry)

A/N: Here is my entry for @marvelous-fvcks’ writing challenge! My prompt was “Stay here tonight.” Note: flashback is set aside, in italics. Hopefully you all enjoy some more soft, caring Lance, because he’s my favorite. | masterlist

When you’re in love, you’re in love.

It’s a passion that consumes your being, overtaking your every nerve.

Sometimes, it makes you think you were lost before you found it.

Love is the drug of paramours, and Lance was hooked.

He had made the colossal mistake of accepting your proposition for him to move in and be your roommate, but he couldn’t stop himself.

He was in love with you, and he’d rather feel the pain of a thousand daggers stabbing his heart than go a day without seeing you.

You were his sun. Lance was simply the planets, orbiting in your universe.

It killed him to feel this way. He was notorious for being anything and everything but a man of emotions. A man subject to the whim of his heart. Yet, here he was. Subject to you. Your love.

Unfortunately, Tucker had missed out on his chance.

Soon after moving in, you confessed that you had been seeing someone for a few months. Lance was shocked; you had always spoken to him about practically everything in your life. But here you were; breaking his heart two times over.

Even with the numbing ache burning deep in his heart, Lance did everything to support your happiness. Despite it crushing his own.

He put his heart and soul into coaching and training, using gymnastics as his distraction. It helped for some time, and he was grateful. Long hours, late nights. You were rarely home at the same time, and it was a relief for him. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out before the dam barring back his feelings would break.

However, as time went on, Lance began to notice a change in you.

You began to spend more time at the apartment. You only left your room for work, or to see him. He has a name, but Lance tries his best to never remember.

You started leaving later, staying out until the early hours of the morning. As if you were avoiding him.

One day, after a few weeks of not speaking, Lance called you.

“Hey, what’s up?” You say rather quickly, trying to get off the phone as soon as possible.

“I need to talk to you later tonight. You free?” His voice was raspy, and considering the time, you assume he had just gotten up.

“How long will it take? I’m meeting Ryan tonight.” You hear him mumble something, and you roll your eyes. “Seriously, Lance. How long?”

“Not long. I don’t want to intrude on your night out.” The annoyance in his voice was bothering you, and you didn’t even know why.

“Okay, see you when I get home. Bye.”

Lance was pacing back and forth in his bedroom, his fingers running through his tousled locks as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say to you.

You slipped in through the front door, gently setting your bag by the hall table. You hung up your keys, quietly kicking your shoes off into the closet. You were silently praying that Lance wouldn’t hear you, just so you could run out once you were ready. You were grabbing your charger from your bag when you heard the floor creak behind you.

“Don’t think you can get out of this that easily. C’mon,” Lance said, waving you towards the kitchen once you turned to face him. Regretting the fact that you had agreed to do this, you follow. He sits down at the island, resting his arms on the table as he looked at you.

His stare was piercing, and you tried to shy away from it.

“What did you want to talk about, Lance? I told you, I don’t have a lot of time.” You tugged at your sleeves, clutching the soft fabric in your fingers as you looked down at your feet.

“Why are you wearing a sweater in 80 degree weather, Y/N?” Your head shot up, looking at him in confusion as you nervously pulled at the collar of said sweater.

“Because I want to, Lance. Since when do you care, anyways?” Lance sighs, shaking his head as he walks over to you. He plants himself right in front of you, his hands settling on either side of you, atop the counter.

“When did it start, Y/N?” His breath barely fans over your face, and you refuse to meet his gaze. You feel two of his fingers graze the bottom of your chin, pushing up. You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m being serious, Y/N. When did it start?”

“Why do you care, Lance?

“Because I care about you. Unlike this fucking asshole.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you finally meet his gaze. You’re slightly taken aback as you look at his eyes; the clear blue long gone - replaced by a stormy look of anger. Fear.

“Are we done here?” You couldn’t bare to stand there a minute longer. You stand up straighter, staring at Lance.

“Don’t go to him, baby.” You gasp, pushing him away from you.

“Don’t do this, Lance. Not again.” You walk out, heading for your room. You can hear Lance’s footsteps following you, yet you make no attempt to stop him. He’s standing right by your door, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He’s watching you, a pale pink tint dusting his cheeks as he averts his gaze once you look at him.

“Stay here tonight. Please.” His pleading voice seemed to echo in your ears as you turned your back to him. You weren’t about to let him see your tears.

“I can’t, Lance. That night… it should have never happened. You know that.” You bite down on your tongue, hoping the pain will stop you from saying everything your heart wants to let out.

The moment his arms wrap around you, you know you can’t hold back.

You choke out a sob, your back meeting Lance’s chest as he pulls you closer. He leans down, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you try to calm your breathing.

“I am going to fucking ruin him if he ever lays a hand on you again.” His words are muffled by your skin as he trails kisses along your neck, and you can’t stop yourself from breaking away to look at him.

“It’s all because of that night, you know? The reason why he’s been so…” Lance shakes his head, pulling you into his chest once more.

“You should have come to me, baby. I would have never let this happen. I waited too long, but god, I love you so damn much.” His confession rings in your ears, and you look up at him, meeting his softened gaze as he rests his hands on your hips.

“Don’t. Don’t tell me you love me unless you mean it, Lance. I won’t let you do this to me again.” Your words hit him like a ton of bricks, but he knows he deserves it. After all, he was the reason you were with Ryan.

It was 2am, and you were more than ready to go to bed. Lance hadn’t come back with you from the bar, but you didn’t really mind. He was drunk, and he knew how to take care of himself.

You were settling into bed, turning the light off when you heard the front door open. Quietly groaning, you roll over to get out from under the covers, when you hear Lance speak. He’s probably brought someone home - great. You roll your eyes at the thought, turning over when you notice you left your bedroom door open. Damn it.

You wait to hear Lance pass by to his room before getting up, only to hear him stop just outside your door. The smell of tequila and vodka was strong, and you knew he probably got a drink or two thrown at him. He was mumbling something incoherent under his breath, and before you could sit up to see what he was doing, you heard him clear his throat.

“She’s an angel. Y/N is an angel and I love her. Oh shit, is she home?” He steps away, and your eyes snap open as soon as he leaves. Did he just...Lance loves me?

You hear him in the hallway once again, and hold your breath.

“No, her room is empty. Where could she be? I miss her. It’s only been, uh, a couple hours, but I miss her. A lot. I wish she would come home. I’ll tell her I love her when she comes home.” You’re waiting for Lance to leave when you feel the bed dip on the other side, and you realize that the poor fool thinks he’s in his room. He drops his dead weight on the empty side of your bed, sighing in relief once his head hits the pillow.

His soft snores begin to fill the air, and he turns towards you. He’s smiling, and you can’t help but smile too. Just as you close your eyes, you feel his arm drape over your torso, his hand resting on your back.

“I love you, YN.”

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed. It doesn’t surprise you - Lance is always up early. You check the time, only to realize it’s almost noon. You sigh, cracking your ankles before getting out of bed. You hear voices coming from the living room, and you consider that he might be watching TV.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, you head out into the apartment. You’re stretching your arms when you hear the voice of a woman drift in.

“So funny, Tucker. When’s that sleepy roommate of yours going to leave, so, ya know?” The stranger giggles, and the bright smile on your lips falls as she and Lance come into view. They’re on the balcony, oblivious to your presence in the living room; Lance’s arms around her waist, his chest pressed against her back.

“If she doesn’t get up soon, I’m going to die.” He says, laughing as the girl in his arms reaches up, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“Not so fast, Lance. You owe me!” The pair continue laughing, and you don’t have to imagine the smile that must be plastered on his face.

He was drunk - that was it. You repeat the words to yourself as you grab an apple from the table, making your way back to your room. You toss some clean clothes on, shoving your laptop, charger, and notebook into your bag. You leave the door open - you just need to get the hell out of here. Away from the heartache.

You decide there’s no point in waiting for Lance to go to bed before you came home - he’d been blowing your phone up all day.

We need to talk, Y/N. Please come home.

That last text had been sent over three hours ago, and you had yet to respond. Standing in front of the apartment door, you can’t hear anything inside. Maybe Lance had given up. Hopefully.

Alas, you were mistaken. He was waiting in the living room, his eyes glassy as he played around with a plate of uneaten food. When you stopped in front of the tv, he looked up, his eyes looking anywhere but you.

“Well? What did you want to talk about, Lance?” You say, biting your lip as you try to stay calm.

“I know what I said to you last night, and I know you heard me.” His words are rushed, and you can’t tell if it’s because he wants to get this over with or if it’s actually paining him to say it.

“How could you possibly know? You were drunk,”

“I was sober enough to remember what I was saying. Who I was saying it to. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“You didn’t mean it, did you?” Might as well end it all now.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know why I sa-”

“Save it, Lance. It’s fine.” You turn, wiping away the unshed tears waiting to fall. “Just forget about all of this.”

A few weeks passed after that night before you met Ryan. In the beginning, everything was fine. He was a great guy - he even got along with Lance, which surprised you. You were finally happy, and everything seemed to have fallen into place.

Until one night.

Ryan wanted to stay in - watch movies and drink wine, and you were more than happy to accept that. Just the week before, you had celebrated your six month anniversary.

After eating dinner, Ryan suggested doing a drinking game he had found for one of your favorite shows. You agreed, since you were going to modify the rules to fit drinking wine instead of taking shots. It’d been awhile since you had had any alcohol, so you didn’t realize you were bound to get drunk rather quickly.

That’s when it all went downhill.

Ryan began to poke and prod, asking questions about Lance and why he moved in. When it came to being drunk, you had no filter. Everything came out. You told him what had happened with Lance before you offered him your vacant room, and Ryan lost it.

To say the least, he was not happy.

Since that night, he would demand that you kick Lance out, or move in with him. You refused. That only made things worse.

You couldn’t find a way out, and you knew there was no point. Ryan would find you, and you didn’t need to put yourself at risk.

Too late for that.

“I was lying.” Lance is holding you against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head. You make no move to respond, so he continues.

“When I said I didn’t mean it. I was lying. I’ve loved you since the beginning, Y/N. I was too much of an ass to admit to myself, so I lied. And I’ve fucking regretted it every minute since. I know this doesn’t make up for any of the shit I’ve done, but you have no idea what you mean to me, baby.”

You finally look up at him, your hands somehow finding their way to rest on his cheeks. Lance leans into your touch, softly humming as his eyes flutter shut for a moment. You press your thumb to his lips, slowly pulling his bottom lip down.

“I’m scared, Lance.” He meets your gaze, and it feels like his chest has collapsed in on itself as he sees the fear in your eyes. He kisses the pad of your thumb, shaking his head as he grips your hips.

“Don’t be. You have me. I will help you get out of this. You don’t deserve any of this. No one fucking does.”

The rest of the night is a haze - you were so exhausted from crying, you practically fell asleep in Lance’s arms. He changed you into your pajamas, tucking you into your bed after. He ended up falling asleep right next to you, since he was the first thing you saw in the early morning.

You rested your hand gently on his arm, tracing random patterns across his skin as he continued to sleep. You spent some time like that; peacefully together.

Just after you pulled your hand away, Lance’s arm found its way around your waist, gently pulling you towards him.

“Come back to me, babe,” He mumbles, his voice raspy and full of sleep. You smile, stroking your thumb across his cheek. His eyes flutter open, and it’s the first time you finally notice the love and adoration swimming in them as he meets your own. You can’t stop the flutter of your heart as you smile, but the look in his eyes tells you not to worry. He’s got you.

“I will.”

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moonbeambucky · 7 years

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Cheers!

Pairing: Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU] Word Count: 4305 Warnings: Slight angst, cheating, fluff

Summary: A charming bartender comes to your rescue after a night out leads to a broken heart.

A/N: This is my submission for @marvelous-fvcks 3k writing challenge. My prompt was Bartender AU. Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated! gif source (x)

Natasha smiled as you slipped behind her, checking the mirror to see that your makeup didn’t look awful. You had been out with her all day and didn’t feel like reapplying anything. There was no one to impress anyway considering you were already taken, in a fairly new relationship with your boyfriend Grant.

You watch with an envious stare as the redhead effortlessly applied her eyeliner, painting her lids with a smooth swipe and a simple flick at the ends to make perfect, even wings. Witchcraft!

“It’ll be fun tonight,” Natasha said, her mouth hanging open as she applied mascara. “Clint’s heard them before, they’re pretty good.”

She was referring to the band playing at a bar near her boyfriend Clint’s apartment. With Grant being away on a business trip this weekend you were lonely but thankfully your best friend came through with plans.

You took an Uber to Clint’s apartment, coming upstairs for a bit because he was running late. Clint opened the door clutching the towel around his waist.

“Hey Nat, Y/N,” he said, welcoming you inside.

Natasha kissed him and sighed, “You didn’t even get in the shower yet?”

Clint chuckled. “Nah, I over–”

“–Slept,” she said in unison. “Uh huh, what else is new?” She laughed under her breath and told him to hurry up.

Natasha made space on the couch for you to sit, clearing away clothes and video game controllers, and placing the empty pizza boxes on the kitchen counter.

“He’s a mess but I love him,” she said, plopping next to you.

Within ten minutes Clint was out of the shower and dressed in some jeans, a t-shirt that definitely looked like it had come from a crumpled pile on the floor and a denim jacket over it. Natasha rolled her eyes as she laced her fingers with his and the three of you made your way to the bar.

It was a short walk to The Captain, the bar appropriately named after its owner, a former army Captain. It was a pretty popular place with live music every weekend. You got there early enough to grab a table in the back before the band started.

Heading to the bar with Natasha you squeezed your way in between the boisterous patrons crowding around the high top counter. The bartender locked his eyes with yours, wordlessly letting you know he’ll be right with you though you didn’t mind the wait, not if it meant you could ogle him for longer.

He was tall and broad, with long brown hair falling just above his shoulders and stubble peppering a sharp jawline. Even in the dim bar lighting you could see his sparkling blue eyes. There was no harm in looking you reminded yourself as you thought of Grant.

“What can I get you doll?” he asked, his voice as smooth as silk, leaning over to you.

You’re taken back by his presence, lost in his wide bright smile. Heat simmered on your cheeks as you stood there awkwardly, before remembering your intention of ordering drinks.

“That’s a lot for one person,” the bartender said, grabbing three glasses from underneath the counter.

“Oh, no,” you giggled nervously, “They’re not all for me.”

“I was just kidding,” he said, flashing that gorgeous smile again and winking while you stood there feeling like a complete idiot.

When he turned around to grab the liquor bottles you found yourself in a trance, watching the way his muscles threatened the integrity of his shirt with every movement. A rough tap on your shoulder broke you from your focused gaze, startling you enough to yelp loudly; your scream blending into the loud rock music blasting from the jukebox.

It was Natasha, her face twisted in confusion as to why you look so scared. She held money out to you for the drinks, awkwardly grabbing it as you tried to shake off your nerves before you realized the bartender was chuckling with light laughter having seen the whole thing. As if you weren’t embarrassed enough already.

He placed the drinks on the counter and your nervous hands shook as you paid and tipped him, wanting to rush back to the table as quickly as possible.

Clint was sitting in a booth, rocking his head and air drumming to the music blasting.

“Slide over,” Nat urged and you both sat down.

The drink went down smooth, perfectly made by the handsome bartender, and you were able to relax as you listened to Clint in his attempt to convince Nat to try archery with him.

“Just because my hair is red it does not make me Merida,” she joked, speaking loudly to make up for the large crowd that began to pile around the stage.

Soon the band Star-Lord came on and the place was electric. There’s something about the energy you get from live music, with everyone drinking, dancing and just letting go to have a good time. They played an awesome mix of 70s and 80s music from all genres and you were having the best time.

“If you like Piña Coladas…”

“And getting caught in the rain!” you and Natasha enthusiastically sang.

You finished your drink a while ago but didn’t feel like getting up for a refill as you were enjoying the band. During a slower song you shimmied out of the booth and asked if anyone else wanted something. Natasha and Clint both declined and so you made your way upfront. A smile found its way to your face as you watched the bartender mixing drinks and laughing with the other patrons.

You turned your gaze around to the other side of the bar watching people at the row of pool tables. Seeing an unexpected face caused your smile to drop as your brows knit together in confusion.

You spotted Grant standing behind a beautiful brunette, and even across the room you can see the lustful look in eyes. With a smirk plastered on his face he slowly pushed her forward, leaning over her body leaving no room in between. One hand gripped her waist as the other slowly glided down her forearm until his hand was stroking her fingers between the pool stick.

You can feel your blood boiling beneath your skin as you marched towards them, “Away for work, huh?!”

Grant looked up in shock not expecting to see you, “Y/N. I-I can explain.”

The tall woman beside him looks at you and laughed. “This is Y/N? Ha, wow babe, seriously?”

If you weren’t shocked before this definitely put you over the edge as you felt your heart testing the strength of your ribcage with its furious pounding, “Excuse me?”

“Aida stop,” he said, putting his arm out in front of her before she answered you. “Listen Y/N it just wasn’t working out.”

Your head shook in disbelief. “Since when Grant? Since yesterday?” Instead of responding he simply pressed his lips together into a tight line. “Did you just want to cheat or are you not man enough to actually break up with me?”

Grant’s face twisted with anger. “I’m more man than you’ll ever have so shut your fucking mouth bitch!” he shouted, taking an aggressive step towards you while Aida smirked with sickening pride.

Your altercation had already gained the attention of the people around you but now the bartender had looked up. He quickly got the attention of another man to tend to the bar in his place while he rushed to your side.

“Don’t you dare talk to her life that,” a voice from behind you commanded.

You looked around, surprised to see the bartender next to you.

“Whatever I need to say to Y/N is none of your business so back the fuck off,” Grant snarled.

“Y/N what is Grant doing here?” You turned around to see Natasha who looked just as confused as you first did.

“When you threaten someone it is my business,” the bartender snapped back.

Grant’s jaw clenched as anger soared through him. Puffing his chest up he clenched his fists. The bartender noticed this and took a protective step in front of you in case the idiot in front of him dared to do something stupid.

A blond man marched over, vehemently insisting that Grant leave. “This is my bar and you’re not welcome here anymore.”

He made sure Grant and Aida left without trouble and nodded back to the bartender, asking if everything was alright. The bartender made a face, knowing things were better now that the jerk was gone but as he saw the bewildered look on your face he knew things may not be alright.

“Y/N is it?” he asked gently. You picked your head up from Natasha’s shoulder to look at him. “Are you okay?”

“If by ‘okay’ you mean completely humiliated then yeah, I’m okay,” you sighed. He gave a sympathetic smile in return.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Natasha asked as she rubbed your back.

No, you didn’t. Sure you were upset and completely embarrassed but if you left you know you would just go home and cry. You and Grant hadn’t been together for long, you hadn’t said “I love you” yet which is good because you didn’t love him, but to be cheated on and disrespected like this hurt all the same. What other option is there but to stay and drink? Drink tonight and cry tomorrow, that sounded like the best plan.

Natasha walked you back to the table, filling in Clint on what happened. “I’ll kill him!” he said. Nat hushed him, knowing you’d rather not talk about it anymore.

He mimed drawing a bow back, adding a swooshing noise as he let go, “Nobody would know.”

Natasha flared her eyes at him and he shut up. “Clint get us a round of something,” she told him.

“Make it strong!” you insisted.

He came back with a full pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea and placed the glasses down on the table. After settling into the booth Clint excitedly rubbed his hands together, anxious to pour the drinks.

“Cheers!” he said, holding his glass up as you and Natasha clinked your drinks together with his.

You sat back in the booth watching Star-Lord continue their set not paying attention to the amount of drinks you had, just refilling your glass almost as quickly as you emptied it. You didn’t realize how drunk you were until you tried to stand up to dance and stumbled back down into the booth laughing hysterically.

You lied to Natasha and told her you were fine, but your heated cheeks and glossy eyes told a different story. She let it go, preferring to see her friend smiling even if it would be short lived as she knew the wicked hangover you were in for.

You took a few deep breaths before attempting to get up again, telling her that you were going to the bathroom. You insisted on going alone despite her protests but promised to be right back.

The walls echoed with the pumping music making every step you took feel more off balanced than you already were. Heading to the sink you ran the cold water, splashing it against your fiery skin feeling temporary relief. You stared at your reflection in the empty room feeling the crushing weight of the emptiness in your life. What’s wrong with me?

Suddenly all of your insecure feelings came rushing in. You pictured Aida, tall, thin and beautiful with big green eyes. It’s like somebody built her she was so perfect, and you, well, you’re not her. Tears stung your eyes as they threatened to drop. It felt like the small room was closing in on you and you needed fresh air. Stumbling out of the bathroom you saw a door in the back leading outside and quickly walked through it.

As soon as the cool air hit your skin you let your tears drop, gently brushing them away as you walked to the side of the building. You were too embarrassed to face the street, feeling as if every passerby would be able to read the details of what happened on your face. You leaned against the building and shut your eyes, hoping that the world would stop spinning before you went back inside.

Natasha was worried when you didn’t come back. She checked the bathroom and even had Clint search the men’s room as she called and texted you to no avail. They searched the whole bar but you weren’t there.

“Hey!” She waved her hands frantically to get the bartender’s attention. “Have you seen Y/N?”

He shook his head no, furrowing his brows with worry. Natasha told him they were going outside to look for you, “If you see her please have her call me!”

He poured drinks with less enthusiasm since your friend told him you were missing, constantly looking past the faces sitting as his bar hoping he found yours. His concern caught the eye of the blond who was restocking some liquor bottles.

“Hey Steve, do you mind if I take a few minutes?” he asked.

“Sure Buck. Is everything okay?”

“I’m not sure,” he vaguely responded.

The bartender went through the kitchen doors, rubbing his temples, hoping that you were okay. He headed for the back door to clear his mind when relief washed over him as he saw you slumped on the floor.

“Y/N! Are you okay?”

“Heyyyy issyou!” you slurred. “I can’t get up,” you humphed, raising your arms up over your head.

He helped stand you up, gripping your waist to steady you on your feet. “I’m okay, ‘mokay,” you repeated. “I can’t find the bar, the door moved.”

“You found it doll. Are—” you interrupted him, catching him off guard as you leaned forward into his chest.

“She’s so pretty. How could he do that?” you drunkenly sobbed.

He gently wrapped his arms around you, feeling terrible that you were crying over that asshole.

“Anyone that would treat you that way isn’t worth your tears.”

You wiped your cheeks, and sniffed a few times, wiping your snotty nose with the back of your hand. Looking up at the bartender your lips pulled to a slight smile as you thanked him.

“You’re sooo nice. Wha’s your name?” you slurred again, feeling the alcohol take over once more.

“Bucky,” he said, flashing a smile that was even more stunning up close. “Your friend was lookin’ for you, the redhead.”

A stupid smile spread across your face as you giggled, “Oh yeah… Tasha… Tanasha Ronamoff. Wait… Nasasha…”

As you continued to ramble and butcher her name you pulled out your phone but it slipped from your grasp. Bucky bent down to reach it for you and thankfully the screen hadn’t cracked. He wiped away pebbles of dirt from the front before holding it out to you.

“Natasha?” he guessed, as you stood still, staring off to the side of the building without answering him.

The sound of Bucky’s voice faded into the background as you focused on the uneasy rumble in the pit of your stomach. Your mouth watered uncomfortably as the trembling sensation you felt began to rise to the surface like an erupting volcano and then you emptied the contents of your stomach that burned their way through your body like lava.

Bucky jumped back but not before you had christened his boots with vomit. Despite that, he bravely moved beside you and grabbed your hair, this time avoiding the stream coming from your mouth, to hold it back as your body continued to expunge itself of the alcohol.

You rubbed the tears from your eyes when you were finished and moved to lean against the wall as you struggled for breath feeling the stinging after burn in your throat.

With your phone still in his hand Bucky scrolled to find Natasha in your contacts, calling her a few times before deciding to leave a message since she didn’t answer, mentioning something about Uber. He pulled his own phone out and asked for your address.

The world felt like it was covered in a haze and before you realized it Bucky was ushering you to the sidewalk. His strong frame kept you from stumbling as he got your safely into the car.

“This is my buddy Scott, he’ll take you home,” Bucky said. He leaned in through the passenger’s side window to talk to Scott, knowing he could trust him to make sure you made it home without trouble.

“Get home safe doll,” he said before seeing the car drive off.

Bright sunlight burned its way in through the window, reaching your swollen, tired eyes. You groaned, turning onto your side, barely able to lift your heavy head from the pillow. Opening your mouth was a difficult task as your tongue felt so dry it seemed as if it was fused to the roof of your mouth. Somehow you managed to sit up in bed, hanging your head low as you dragged your hands down your face.

The buzzing of your phone startled you and looking around your bed and nightstand you’re relieved to see a light shining in the darkness of your handbag on the floor. Reaching your foot out you hooked it onto the straps and pulled the bag towards you.

Natasha called you over twenty times and left text messages that seemed like they went on longer than War and Peace. Clint had called a couple of times too, plus there was a voicemail from your Mom and a text from a number that wasn’t in your contacts.

“Hey doll, how are you feeling?”

You responded by asking who it was from, quickly seeing the bubbles of the mystery texter responding back, “Bucky.”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” you said out loud before it hit you, before everything hit you, every stupid and regretful thing you did last night.

The entire night was embarrassing, from finding your now ex-boyfriend cheating on you, drinking too much and vomiting on Bucky, the hot bartender.

You frantically apologized with too many exclamation points. You noticed he was writing back but you were too ashamed to look. Throwing your phone on the bed you jumped off the mattress and headed to the bathroom to wash your face.

“What the fuck!” you screamed, examining the whites of your eyes that now sported a rosy tint to them, with a disgusting broken blood vessel beside your pupil.

Note to self, don’t ever drink again unless you want to become a permanent extra on The Walking Dead.

Popping open the bottle of aspirin you took two pills to the kitchen, swallowing them down with a tall glass of water before shuffling back to your bedroom.

After shutting your blinds you crawled back under the covers, back into the shameful hole you feel that you belong in. Your phone buzzed again with Bucky’s response and taking a deep breath you braced yourself for what his text said.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it? You vomited on a person, of course you’re going to worry about it!

Remembering to respond to Natasha first you let her know you’re okay but you feel like human garbage. You continued to exchange texts back and forth with Bucky, learning he was surprisingly cool with being thrown up on, a risk he was used to in his line of work. He told you he rinsed his boots off, but you still felt terrible, offering to buy him new shoes. He asked for something else in exchange, coffee.

Your head began to spin and not just because you might still be drunk. The incredibly hot bartender that witnessed the disaster that was your evening, who you’ve thrown up on, wants to go out for coffee. You can’t quite place your finger on how you feel, happy you guess, a little weird, hmm and definitely still drunk. You’ll have to talk to Natasha about this after she undoubtedly yells at you for disappearing.

A few days go by before your meet up with Bucky. You had continued to message each other, quickly falling into a routine where his was the first message you saw when you woke up and the last before you went to bed, often wishing you sweet dreams. Thinking about Bucky definitely gave you some sweet dreams. Natasha had encouraged you to pursue whatever this was, even though you insisted it was only coffee.

You spotted Bucky from across the street, running his fingers through his hair. The sun illuminated his bright white t-shirt, which showed off his bulging biceps. It was truly unfair how someone could look so good in casual clothing. Inhaling a stiff breath you gathered yourself together and crossed the street.

Bucky’s eyes lit up when he saw you and you couldn’t help but to smile from ear to ear.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, leaning in to hug you.

You let yourself enjoy being enveloped by his large frame for as long as you could. His embrace felt like being wrapped in a blanket on a cold winter day, with warmth spreading throughout your body.

“Hi Bucky,” you greeted, not quite making eye contact with him as the thoughts of your last encounter were on your mind.

“You look great.”

You burst out laughing a bit more than you had intended. “Yeah, well, anything is better than when you last saw me. That wasn’t my finest moment.” Bucky laughed at your admission.

He held the door open as you walked inside the crowded cafe. Grabbing a small table in the corner you sat down and looked over the menu, occasionally lifting your eyes to get a quick glance at Bucky whose gaze was staring firmly at you.

His lips were pulled into a smile, one he couldn’t help but wear as he was taking in all the beautiful features of your face that were highlighted by the soft daylight that filtered in through the window. His stomach twisted when he saw the splotch of red in your eye, a remnant from the last time he saw you.

It was understandable after what happened that you wanted to distract yourself by drinking. If that happened at any other bar Bucky would have loved to punch the smirk right off the face of your ex.

He was happy in a strange way, that the jerk who certainly didn’t deserve you was no longer the recipient of your sweet messages. Each time Bucky’s phone buzzed his heart began to beat a little faster in anticipation of seeing your name. The messages were simple, asking how each other’s day was or wondering if you binged the same shows on Netflix. Conversation was easy and Bucky couldn’t wait to get to know you more.

A server came by to take your order of coffee and pastries, taking away the menu you were not-so secretly hiding your face behind to compose yourself. Looking at Bucky was dangerous, knowing the longer your sober mind took in his perfect smile and sparkling eyes the more you would have to acknowledge the fluttering of your heart.

As you waited for your food to arrive Bucky broke the silence and you both opened up, finding out more and more that you had in common. You tried not to let your mind run wild; this was coffee and nothing more, but then again he hasn’t stopped smiling.

The fork slowly pulled out of Bucky’s lips. “Mmmm, this is so good,” he moaned, electrifying your already fragile mind with dirty thoughts. “You have to try it.”

Before you could protest he held his fork in front of you, offering you a piece of his cinnamon roll. You licked your lips before opening your mouth, he smirked watching the fork disappear between your lips, humming in satisfaction as the warm dough and sugary icing deliciously exploded along your tongue.

“Just a sec,” he said, swiping his thumb by the top of your lip to brush away a bit of icing. Your body tingled under his soft touch and you dropped your head down as you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, you brushed a strand of hair behind your ears, “I never thanked you for helping me and making sure I got home safe.”

Bucky sat back and smiled deeply. “You’re welcome. It was the least I could do.”

“A lot of people wouldn’t have been as…” you paused for a moment, thinking about the vulnerable situation you were in, drunk off your ass with a stranger, “…Respectful as you were.”

“Decency shouldn’t be a surprise,” he lamented, knowing how many times he’s had to personally intervene when he saw others trying to take advantage of drunk people. “Though I will apologize if Scott started talking to you about his ant farm.”

You burst out laughing, catching the side eyed look of the table next to you. “I wouldn’t have remembered if he did!”

When the server brought the check you insisted on paying, “Bucky, please it’s the least I can do.”

“Fine, but I’m paying on our next date,” he said, cocking his head to the side and smiling.

“Oh, this was a date?” you asked, as sarcasm and hopefulness combined in your tone.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, sporting a coy smile. “Well, maybe, maybe not, but I’d love to take you on a real date Y/N.”

You bit your lip to hold back the full smile you felt forming on your face. Taking a breath to calm your fluttering heart, “I’ll drink to that.”

“Please don’t,” he pleaded, laughing.

Putting your hands up defensively you chuckled, “Okay okay!”

“I’m just teasing,” he said. Bucky lifted his coffee cup up to yours, “Cheers!”

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Of Dusk and Dawn part 5

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Pairing: Apollo/Steve x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Mentions of an attempted murder.

Word count: 1.465

Summary: Y/N is the Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, blessed by the God Apollo with the gift of foresight. Yet one day a hunter sets foot in her temple and she is struck by a dark vision. With the blood moon approaching fast, higher powers take the upper hand and shake up Y/N’s life and love. Is she strong enough to survive the wrath of a Goddess? Or shall she wither and die in the aftermath of a God’s sorrow?

A/N: Written for @marvelous-fvcks her challenge. My prompt was Greek God AU.

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By divine intervention, the moment she fell into his waters, the God sent his sea horses to retrieve her body and bring her to the sailor’s vessel. The sailor would then bring her to shore, to where the hunter resides. For Poseidon’s ears had received word of a quarrel between the twins and judged that this girl did not have to suffer for the sake of one scorned Goddess.

Poseidon, at the request of his brother Zeus, hand-picked a man of noble repute to guide the lost souls back to the shore. His eye had fallen upon a man who was once a slave, yet always a fighter. And as Poseidon watched the man sink with the ship that would bring him to foreign lands, he decided it was time to introduce himself to Sam.

“There will come a day,” Poseidon’s human form Tony spoke to the sailor as he dried on the sand, “That the sea horses will bring a woman to your boat. It is Zeus’ will that she be kept alive until the hunter, whom you’ll meet in due time, can bring her back to the safety of her temple. She is the Pythia, the Oracle, and she is special to Apollo, Zeus and Zeus’ bastard son by the name of Bucky. This shall be your destiny, the task you will have to fulfil if you wish to live a meaningful life.”

And so Sam waited and waited for the sea horses to bring said woman to his vessel. Barely breathing and on the brink of death she came to him. Immediately, as he set course for the shoreline, he wrapped half a dozen blankets around her. As he looked down upon her, his eyes took in her swollen belly and the heartbeat that resides in it, however weak. The child will not survive if the waves do not roll faster, so he prayed to Poseidon for help and assistance came in the form of ten sea horses.

Meanwhile, Bucky spirals down the rocky steps down to the beach, just in time to run towards Sam carrying an unconscious Y/N in his arms. “James,” Sam exhales in exhaustion as he gently lays Y/N in his arms. “We have to keep her warm.”

“I’ll get a fire started. Come quickly,” he replies as he lowers his head to feel her faint breath ghost over his skin. “She’s still alive.”

Sam shakes his head, retracing his footprints in the damp sand. “I can’t join you, my friend. This is your destiny, I have already fulfilled mine.” And with those parting words, Sam steps into the waves towards his boat.

Bucky doesn’t have much time to ponder about the meaning behind Sam’s cryptic answer, hurrying up at the best of his ability towards his house on top of the cliffs. Kicking open the door, he softly lays her to rest on his bed, cushioning her with blankets and pillows as the fire cracks behind him. Swiftly he retrieves wood from his shed to keep the fire sizzling all the night long. She doesn’t regain consciousness much, but when she does, her hand instinctively searches for the warm touch of his crude skin.

She awakens with ease as the dew drops of the early morning dawn shine softly in the light of a new day. Bucky has nursed her to health and helped her through this crucial night, keeping watch at all times in fear of Artemis’ return. But Artemis doesn’t know she survived and basks in her ignorant victory. Y/N and Bucky are safe, for now.

“Where am I?,” she inquires carefully, still a little dazed and confused as she takes in her unfamiliar surroundings.

In an attempt to sit up with her back against the wall, her fingers slip off the bed and brush Bucky’s hand. A mild slumber had overtaken him briefly, but the skin contact jolted him awake. “You are at the coastline, in my home. I believe you must remember me?”

“The hunter,” she hums in recognition, “The non-believer.”

Bucky offers her some water and some food, but she declines and tells him she’d rather know what’s she’s doing here first. “Last thing I remember is going to bed and dreaming the same dream I’ve had the past months. But this time it was different,” she adds in search for an explanation, “I followed the red-headed child through the woods.”

Brushing some hair away from her face, he rests the back of his hand against her forehead to check if she has a fever. “The red-headed child was Artemis. She tried to kill you.” Immediately she cups her swollen belly in her hands, feeling the steady heartbeat of her unborn child. “The baby is fine, Y/N,” Bucky assures her kindly.

Artemis, the sister of the man she loves, tried to murder her in cold blood. Artemis, the Goddess she has looked up to her entire life. With tears in her eyes she lets the information sink in. She can’t wrap her mind around it, yet she has to. But not now, not in his house, not when Apollo is due to visit her and their child. She has responsibilities, towards her child and Apollo, even if those same responsibilities get in the way of fate.

“You have to take me back to the temple, please,” she pleads with him after a moment of silence to gather her thoughts. “Apollo will be worried for me.”

She seems urgent to leave his house even though she hasn’t gotten all her strength back. “You can’t leave, Y/N. You need to keep calm for the sake of your child.”

With wild eyes, she stares at him and it makes him uncomfortable. “I can’t, Bucky.”

“It’s for the best,” he reasons further but the Oracle won’t hear it.

“I’m afraid that if you won’t let me go, I’ll have to tell you something you might not want to hear.”

Bucky eyes her curiously, but she finds not traces of fear. What she’s about to tell him will shake up his whole world and might not be in her own best interest. Yet she has to tell him the truth, for she will not be able to carry such a weight on her chest for much longer.

“Your father is Zeus. You are a half-god. Your mother shared her bed with him and from their union, you came to be. I know this because I saw it in my vision. The amulet belonged to him.”

“Why are you telling me this?,” Bucky questions her warily even though he knows the Oracle does not lie. Nevertheless, she speaks in strange tongues, incomprehensible words about the man he has known as his father filling his heart with a bittersweet ache.

“Because Zeus had a plan. For you and for me.” She releases a shaky breath and her quivering fingers intertwine with his. “He chose me as his bride, before Apollo chose me as his Oracle. But father and son didn’t know this either, and the three fates pulled a cruel trick on everyone. They foresee things even I cannot foresee.”

The Pythia clenches her fingers around his, holding their clasped hands close to her heart. “You must never speak about this to anyone, do you understand?”

“Then why are you telling me this?,” Bucky repeats as a strange anger rolls in thick waves off him. He doesn’t recognise the emotions rushing through him. What he’s feeling at the moment has no name. It is pure and maybe it’s his body restoring the divine power brought upon him by his birth father.

“Because I am carrying Apollo’s child in my womb and he will do unspeakable things to you if he ever finds out.”

“That’s why I have to take you back to the temple right now, isn’t it?”

She blows out a long breath, averting her eyes and pinning them on the view outside, the outstretched shoreline that welcomed her so brutally in last night’s sleepy haze. “Yes, Bucky. Yes. I can’t stay here. I can’t be here with you. I can’t. I have to put my child first. I can’t allow myself to stay here any longer because I will fall in love with you if I do.”

She is on the verge of breaking down in front of his eyes and his heart goes out to her, unable to act selfishly on behalf of his throbbing heart.

“Then I shall bring you back at once,” he concludes shortly, his mouth running dry and void of any taste but the sting of rejection. He has been mesmerised by her from the start, only to find out it’s no coincidence. Only to have his heart trampled on by her affections for a God he doesn’t even believe in

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