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vquacki · 3 years

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It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa,

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice.

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber.

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man.

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father.

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look.

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street.

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process.

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined,

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning.

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you.

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him,

“Grounded! My final answer!”

R A N

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window.

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep.

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence.

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin.

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house.

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush.

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction.

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out.

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter.

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject.

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued.

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody.

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children.

S A N Z U

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all.

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date.

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting.

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside.

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father.

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels.

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile.

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down.

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said,

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words.

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house.

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening.

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down.

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it.

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way.

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids.

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk.

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you.

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~”

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again.

I N U I

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot.

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor.

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike.

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps.

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid.

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered,

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold.

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man.

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?”

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right.

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself.

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl.

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized,

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated,

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick.

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face.

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents.

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped,

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted,

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man.

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed.

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval.

“Dad, I'm sixteen!”

“That's what I said”

S O U Y A

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles.

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father.

“He's out of it” You giggled,

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him.

“There was boys-” His voice cracked.

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body.

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills.

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house.

N A H O Y A

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other.

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers.

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua.

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo” Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life.

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips.

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted.

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.”

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

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rommahh · 3 years

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{Harry in sparkly black….Harry lemme **** *** *** for free}

You hadn’t talked to Harry all day. Not that you were mad at him or anything but your therapy this morning left you feeling a little spacey. There was something about talking about your emotions that left you feeling emotionally drained.

You missed Harry terribly and though it’s only been a short week, you felt very lonely. But on another note, your anxiety wasn’t as bad as it was. You were starting to feel like your normal self again but missing something.

You loved the tight knit life you have with Harry. You like being around him most hours of the day. You two were inseparable. If you were in the shower, he was in the bathroom reading a book from the lounger chair in the corner. If he was writing music on the beach, you were somewhere on the shore collecting shells. If you were going to the grocery store the least he could do was go for the drive with you. You two were close and it was something the both of you were ok with.

Some couples don’t like being so close but it worked for you and Harry. Being away from Harry was a weird experience. It’s only been a week but you feel like it’s been a lifetime. You haven’t minded being on your own but you wanted to be with the person you felt most connected to.

So being you, you purchased a ticket to Chicago. You didn’t know how Harry was going to react but you could only assume it would be a positive reaction. You told Jeff that you were coming so he could get you a hotel key and backstage pass.

As you sat in the airport you felt your back pocket buzz- your music pausing for the call. Your hand slipped into the pocket roughly pulling out the small phone. Harry’s icon, him in a fluffy robe looking as grumpy as ever, met your eyes. You cursed because you were quite obviously in the airport and if he saw you, the surprise would be ruined.

You answered anyways but only for audio. You made sure that your airpods were snug in you ear and there was no chance of them falling out.

“My lover!” Harry greets you a in sing song voice. You could hear his humph as he recognizes that you didn’t answer with the FaceTime video on. “Turn your camera on.”

“Can’t, I’m not feeling good.” You fib nervously. Harry frowned, nervous that he may have done something to upset you.

“Oh, alright. What’s wrong then?” He asks. You chew your lip trying to think of an answer.

“Uh, period.” You stammer.

“Your period doesn’t start for another few day…saw it on the tracker.” Harry may have your period tracker on his phone but it was because he wanted to make sure he was able to comfort you the best way he could when he needed to.

“Must be the meds-“ The sound of your boarding attendant sounded over your head cutting you off. “Hey bubs, I’ve actually got to go but we can’t chat later.”

“Sure, that’s fine I guess. Love you.” He mumbles, confused by the phone call. You hang up leaving Harry a little lost in his thoughts.

Later, Harry sang through his rehearsal carelessly, his head clouded with thoughts. He even sang through TBSL and though he was in the worst of moods, fans waiting at the venue thought he never sounded better.

You on the other hand had just sat through the worst flight of your life. There was a woman in the flight who didn’t want to wear her mask causing commotion before the flight could even take off. You had the worst headache halfway through the flight and because of the lack on supplies, the flight couldn’t give you any ginger ale or accommodations.

You didn’t let any of it get to you though as you directed for the chauffeur Jeff sent for you to go to the venue for show.

Harry sat in the common room backstage with the band and Jeff eating dinner grumpily. His fork was stabbing every little piece of lettuce of his salad, everyone watched worried that he may break his bowl.

“HS3 is trending on Twitter today, pretty exciting.” Jeff says to Harry breaking the silence. Jeff just received a text from you saying that you arrived to the venue and were walking towards Harry’s dressing room.

“Mmm great.” Harry grumbles. Jeff rolled his eyes at the diva.

“Someone’s a little pissy this evening. How about you go fix that mood before you greet your fans with a bad attitude.” Jeff scolds him like a child who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. Jeff really didn’t care about Harry’s attitude, used to the moods at this point, but he needed a way for Harry to leave the room and see you in the dressing room.

“Fine, didn’t want to be around anyways.” Harry shrugs.

Back in Harry’s dressing room, you rolled your suitcase into a corner where Harry’s outfit for the night resided on a hanger. You smiled at the sparkly black top that you helped pick out. You walked around his dressing room from the hair and makeup table, past the bathroom/ dressing area, and back around to the couch’s and coffee table where you took a seat. You snagged one of his green juices needing the boost of energy from being on the flight.

You heard the door knob jiggle but stayed planted in you seat sipping on the juice. You never made a peep as Harry barged through the room, scowl covering his face. He stormed past the couch not batting an eye at you. He went to the mini fridge where his juices were before letting an exasperated sigh.

“Who fucking took my juice?” He whines. You quietly giggle in your hand at his tone.

“Im sorry, thought I could have it.” You chuckle. Harry leaps from where he stands letting out a yell. He turns to look at you with wide eyes, hand over his chest as if his heart was going to explode from his chest. You stood from the couch waiting for him to react more but he just stood there in shock. When the realization of you actually being there kicked in he let out another yell before bounding over to you.

Before you knew it, you had two strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Your wrapped around his neck, hands and fingers spread through his hair. His face tucked into your lower neck peppering desperate kisses all over just to feel something.

“What are you doing here?” You hear him cry. You pulled away from him to wipe his eyes of the tears that streamed down his face.

“I needed to see you.” Was all you could muster. He pulled you down on the couch, your body cushioning his larger frame. He laid in between your legs, your back flat in the body of the couch.

“Im so happy your here.” Harry couldn’t even put his excitement into words. He knew you were coming in a week but to have you here earlier than that made him feel things. He sat up from suffocating you into the couch, allowing for you to sit up beside him. “What about your therapy? I hope you’re not jeopardizing your mental health to be here with me cause I would much prefer if you put me on the back burner and took care of yourself.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m ok. I still will see my therapist virtually, I’ve got all new meds that are working fine, and if all goes to shit I will go back home. It’s ok bubs.” You reassure him.

He grabs your face with both hands pulling your face to his. Your lips meet with need. His lips slotting with yours, moving slowly but with rigor as if he was scared you would slip from his fingers. Your bottom lips fit between his lips leaving for him to suck on it slightly. You moaned at the feeling making Harry pull you in tighter. You sat slightly upon his lap, chest against each other tightly. Your tongues pushed at one another, lips loving in tangent.

You pulled away when you felt his lower presence awaken. He whined at the loss of contact making you giggle.

“If we go any further you’re gonna be late for your show. I’ll give you more back at the hotel, yeah?” You say lowly trying to catch your breathe. He groaned resting his forehead on yours chasing your lips with chaste kisses making you smile.

“Fine, you owe my though. This is level three apology situation that can only be resolved with these things; sloppy blowies, butt stuff, or face masks if you catch my drift.” He chastised. You let out a deep belly laugh pushing yourself away from him. You two still sit facing each other, your legs slightly on top of his.

“You’re so nasty, but I may be able to arrange one of those.” You wink making Harry let out a triumphant laugh.

“Are you staying for the show? I understand if your not.” He questions fiddling with your fingers.

“Think it would be best if I didn’t. I’m really tired and I obviously need a nap if I’m going to be up for your post show antics.” You joke giving his nose a poke. He jokingly pretends to bite your finger in retaliation.

Harry went on stage that night happier than ever. He started plotting proposals from the second he walked you to the car with your suitcase and waved goodbye to you. You went to the hotel room and “accidentally” fell asleep wearing one of your most recent purchases curled up in your tour bus blanket.

Let’s just say that Harry not so accidentally woke you up after that concert ready to love all of his adrenaline off in you.

Part 2👀

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yourfriendslimey · 4 years

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You Should Sleep Somewhere Else...

Paring: Im Jaebeom x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst

TW: Cheating; swearing;

@beomsbabe

Hello! Could you create an imagine where JB has a wife and a one year old but he’s acting strange and distant from them for some reason (you can pick a reason). If you could create a story out of that little description that would be awesome! Thank you !!

hi luv! sorry this took ages tpo get done! I kept getting majorly stuck while writing this out. It’s a bit sad but I hope you enjoy the read anyway! thanks for your request!

A soft breeze flowed through the cracked living room windows, leading the thin white curtains in a slow waltz. Warm light from the table lamps graced the space with a cozy golden glow which made you feel all the sleepier. Your weary bones sunk heavily into the couch; As you ran your hands down your face, a hefty sigh escaped your mouth. Your head fell back and for just a moment you let your eyes shut, relishing in your first break all day. You didn’t know how late it was, but the sun was long gone. You hadn’t even noticed the long day transition to night.

Today you ran what felt like and endless number of errands. On top of that, your usual sitter canceled, leaving you to juggle running through the shopping district with your baby daughter, Anastasia, who seemed much needier than usual. Her energy was up, meaning you barely even got to sit down. You made every attempt to tire her out: playing, reading, going for walk after walk. It wasn’t until after a large meal and almost half an hour of rocking and soft humming that she fell fast asleep. Of course, you loved her dearly. More than anything or anyone in the world. But caring for a one year old took so much out of you every day and it didn’t help that you were practically doing it alone.

You weren’t single. Quite the opposite. But lately your usually loving husband, Jaebeom, had grown cold and distant from you both and you couldn’t pinpoint why. You’d tried time and time again to get him to open up to you, but had no success, only garnering a dismissive “Everything’s fine baby, I swear.” But you knew deep down everything was most certainly not fine. The two of you hadn’t had a date night, eaten together, cuddled, or been intimate in weeks and it was starting to weigh on you. It wasn’t like Jaebeom to be so cold. A few months ago, you could barely spend time away from each other. But then he began spending later nights in the studio, or staying out at bars until the early hours of morning, barely acknowledging you when he eventually came home.

You stared at the clock on the wall, focusing in on its soft ticking. It was nearly 10 p.m. and you wondered how late he would be this time. It had almost become routine. Each night, no earlier than 12 am, he would stagger in half asleep or marinated in liquor. He would make a futile attempt to shut the front door quietly, you would spend the next twenty or so minutes watching your bedroom doorway, wondering if he would crawl into bed with you or simply collapse on the couch. Eventually you would settle back into the half empty space and wallow in disappointment. By the time you were up in the morning, he was already heading back out the door without so much as an I love you.

You fiddled with your wedding ring and felt tears form in your eyes. What happened to us…? You thought, the tears traveling down your cheeks and falling to your lap. Your heart ached thinking that maybe Jaebeom just didn’t love you anymore; that your marriage was crumbling; that the love you both used to cherish and nurture was left to shrivel.

You were snatched from your fog at the sound of the front door creaking open softly. Your eyes darted in its direction with surprise and for a moment your heart skipped. Jaebeom slipped through the door earlier than usual, shutting it behind him. Quickly, you wiped the tears from your face letting your features turn to stone. When he turned to see you staring, he paused, his mouth opening a bit to say something, but you cut him off. “Wow, you’re home early. And you’re sober?” you feigned surprise, hissing the final words. You looked your husband up and down, your attitude was obvious, the words acid flowing from your tongue. Jaebeom’s face began turning a light pink and you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment, shame, or anger. You didn’t care rehardless. At the very least his body was responding. At the very least he was feeling something. You waited for what felt like minutes for him to say something, anything. But yet again, you were left hanging.

You scoffed, standing and heading to your shared room. You knew if you stayed around him any longer, you’d break down completely. “Wait,” his voice froze you in place. The air bolted from your lungs as your body began to shake. The wall you’d built around you began to crack. The earlier tears returned; this time much heavier. A sudden pain - an ache - reverberated in your chest. “Please…,” Jaebeom placed a strong hand on your shoulder. “Can we talk?” His voice was gentle, a hint of fear hiding somewhere within. With furrowed brows you turned to face him.

Now getting a closer look, you could see that he had been crying. His eyes were red and swollen, exhaustion hanging from them. Your own softened at the sight. You were so upset with him; so hurt; and even still, the sight of your love in pain melted your cold shell even more.

But you couldn’t just let it go. With a quick nod you folded your arms tightly and huffed. Shifting your weight to your right foot and jamming your tongue in your cheek you growled, “Fine. Talk. I’m listening.”. Jaebeom fiddled with his fingers, his eyes focused on the ground. He took a deep breath and met your gaze. “I did something I shouldn’t have. And I need to come clean.” Your face began to drop.

“I cheated on you, y/n… But I swear it was just one time and the biggest mistake of my life.” he rushed the words, almost as if saying them faster would make it hurt less. It didn’t. The admission hit you like a wrecking ball. You stood stiff; eyes wide. Had the floor collapsed from below your feet? Had the air grown thicker? Why couldn’t you breathe? The room was warm, and yet you were shivering more than you ever had.

“Please forgive me. I swear it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.” Jaebeom reached out to you, but you knocked his hand away, shaking your head rapidly. You looked away and held up a stiff hand. Ever fiber of your being was screaming. You wanted to shut him out. Throw his shit out into the yard and slam the door in his face. But you had to know more.

“Explain.”

“It was about a month ago…when we finally finished shooting our newest video…and to celebrate we all went to a club.” You nodded, remembering that night. He had called you, letting you know filming wrapped and he was going to a nearby club with the boys. But you never suspected… your thoughts were cut off as he kept going.

“I was at the bar and some girl sat next to me. I-i don’t even remember what she looked like,” his voice grew shakier, “We just talked and drank for a while at first; I passed the time and that was it. wasn’t thinking. I had more than I should have. I was just so wrapped up in the excitement that I went way passed my own limit. She started getting a bit flirty. And in that moment, I flirted back. We uh… we ended up kissing and…we decided to take a walk outside…” he paused, tears sprouting from his eyes. Don’t say it… you screamed in your head, biting your bottom lip hard to numb your pained heart. “Fuck, y/n. We had sex…in the back of her car. I wanted to tell you when it happened, but I just couldn’t face you.”

You watched as he broke down in front of you, a puddle of shame and betrayal. But you felt no pity. Your heart was on fire and your head became a clouded mess. You stared into him; your distress ever present. “So th-that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” your voice grew louder the more you spoke, “Because you couldn’t fucking keep it in your pants? You decided the best course of action was to ignore you goddamn wife?” the more words that escaped, the angrier you became. You had never raised your voice at Jaebeom before. But but the plug had been pulled; you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. “For weeks I have done nothing but worry about you. About us. Trekking through daily life acting as if everything was normal feeling completely alone. Thinking I fucked up, that I did something to cause the distance. Crying myself to sleep wondering if you still loved me,” you were shouting now; weeks of pain and tension bleeding out. “Do you have any clue what I went through? I have slept alone. Cried alone. Cared for Anna alone. You might as well have just left!”

Through the wall, you could hear Anna stirring from her sleep. All your screaming must have woken her up. Your eyes burned into Jaebeom, full of rage. This man who was once your beloved husband, had instantly become a stranger to you. You pushed past him, making your way into Anna’s room.

You tiptoed to the crib, lifting your daughter and holding her close. You lightly bounced her in your arms, shushing her to calm her down. Your husband stood in the doorway, eyes pleading, but you couldn’t stand to look at him anymore.

In a cool and steady voice, you sighed, “I think you should sleep somewhere else tonight….”

“Baby please, we can work through this,” Jaebeom took a step toward you, but the molten look you gave was enough to push him back.

You turned your gaze back to your baby girl, “I’m tired. I want to sleep. And I want you out in the next half hour.”

And with that, Jaebeom slid out of the room and not much later was he headed back out the door

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topsytervy · 4 years

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Mob Rafe confesses his feelings

Blurb: After a fight the previous day, Rafe shows up and accidentally confesses his feelings...poorly.

Warnings: swearing, poorly proofread, mentions drinking and driving (DONT DRINK AND DRIVE), i thinks thats it.

Word Count: 688

I realized that I go back and forth between just friends with Rafe and dating Rafe so I was like 'ummm why havent I done him confessing feelings?'. And then this mess happened.

Enjoy :)

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You never thought you’d say this, but you truly regretted watching that one ghost show at night. You were now too scared to walk yourself into your room, so you opted to sleep on the couch, curled up in a blanket with your head on your sweatshirt that was acting as a pillow.

You were just drifting off when you heard a car door slam and footsteps. You jumped slightly and snuggled deeper into your blanket, hoping that whatever serial killer or demon was out there would mistake you as just a blanket and not a body underneath it.

You heard grumbling and swearing coming from outside as they struggled with the doorknob. If you hadn't gotten into a fight with Rafe the night before, you'd call him to come see who the hell was at your door.

But you were stubborn and were refusing to be the first one to call.

"Y/N! Open the door!" You heard the person call from outside and you immediately sat up.

You knew that voice like the back of your hand.

You stood up and walked over to your front door, unlocking it before turning the knob and yanking it open.

Rafe walked right past you and into your living room.

"Yes. Please come in. It's not like Im still mad at you for being a cockblock or anything." Sarcasm dripped from your voice.

"I need to talk to you." He said, and you rolled your eyes.

"You can talk to me, but I can't guarantee I'll listen to whatever comes out of your mouth." You responded.

Rafe rolled his eyes as he spoke. "Okay. That was rude."

"No. You dictating my love life is rude." You shot back.

"Oh, my God. Maybe I'm just saving the guys from this bullshit."

"Or maybe you're just being a jackass."

"I know you think Im being a jackass but I just want what's best for you cause it's what you deserve."

You glared at Rafe. "I don’t really think you have a say in what’s best for me."

"I get that. I really do. But-"

"I would love for you to tell me why you think it's your business to decide who’s right and who's not.” You crossed your arms.

“Because I care about you!”

Rafe looked down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers.

“And I only want what’s best for you, and it makes me upset when I know that it’s not me.” He whispered.

You felt your heart sink a little at his last sentence. You walked over and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug.

“You’re the best person in my life Rafe and don’t you ever think otherwise or I’m going to put a hit on you.” You reassured him.

“I love you.” Rafe breathed out.

He didn’t mean to say it. It just came out.

“Love you too, Rafe.” You replied.

Rafe should’ve just left it at that. You thinking that the ‘I love you’ was purely platonic, but he didn’t. He had to open his yapper.

“No. Like I love you, I love you. Like I would kill anyone for you, love you. Like, adopt a dog with you, love you.”

“That’s cool cause I, adopt a dog with you, love you too.” You grinned.

You leaned in and pressed your lips against his before pulling away, scrunching up your nose when you got a whiff of his breath.

“Are you drunk?” You asked, taking in the scent of alcohol.

“Technically, no. I can still walk in a straight line and recite the alphabet backwards.” Rafe answered.

“You drove home drunk?”

“Well, you were pissed at me.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have picked you up, nimrod.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“I don’t know, by calling me.”

“Okay. I’m sorry for drinking and driving. Can we go to bed now cause I’m beat. Who knew confessing feelings and shit was exhausting.” Rafe whined.

“I’m pretty sure you're tired because you’ve been up all night but fine you big baby. Lets go.” You smiled, dragging him towards your room.

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hustlinhufflepuff · 3 years

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I’ll Remember (Part 2)

PART ONE

Dracoxfemreader

Warnings: some bad words, rough sex, smut

A/N: This is my first time writing smut I hope it’s okay. I’m out of school till January so I can write without feeling guilt for not doing my work! Also, I tried making the sex scene more real by including him asking for consent and respecting boundaries! @dray-cookies I hope I didn’t disappoint omg IM SCARED

Word count: 3945

The next morning comes – scratch that, the next afternoon comes and you wake up. You wipe the drool off your face as you sit up on your bed. I thought sleeping was supposed to help not getting a hangover. You get up and stumble into the bathroom and see yourself in the mirror. You were still wearing last night's outfit and your mascara was smudged. You undress yourself and get in the shower to remove the smell of alcohol and wipe off the smudged mascara. Once you get out you look in the mirror and wipe off whatever residue was on your face and brush your teeth. You exit the bathroom and your roommate has returned, “Oh, you’re up!” she said surprised. “I wouldn’t say I’m completely awake” you respond. She shrugs and continues shuffling through her chest. “What are you searching for?” you ask. “I’m looking for my picture of my family, I’ve been meaning to frame it and put it on my nightstand” she says, continuing to rummage through everything. “Ah, well you have fun with that, I’m heading to lunch” you say turning the doorknob. “Yeah, heading to lunch an hour late. “Well I didn’t you wake me up!” you say standing in the door frame. She looked back at you, “You don’t think I tried?” she said and you closed your eyes and tilted your head to say “fair enough”.

You arrived at the Great Hall and sat down, it was pretty vacant and you didn’t see anyone you wanted to sit with so you sat alone. You began eating some soup and slurping it up, “Oh God, please stop making that horrendous sound” you look up to see Draco standing across from you. He sits down in front of you and you furrow your eyebrows, “Actually, in Japan, it’s considered a compliment to the chef if you slurp your ramen” you say sitting straighter. Draco scoffs, “Are we in Japan and are you eating ramen?” he said looking at you. “Well, if you don’t like it, you can leave” you say back. He puts his hands up and pushes forward, “Whoa, calm down!! I’ll put up with it and stay.” he says. “I am calm!!” you raise your voice and slam your fist on the table. “Sorry, I’m cranky” you say, realizing you overreacted. “Well, you did drink 8 cups of beer” you roll your eyes. “You came to the party?” you say confused. “Yeah, I got there just in time to see you drink your 8th cup” he replied. “I was there for maybe half an hour until you knocked out” you blush slightly. You look up at the ceiling trying to remember last night, “I kind of remember now, I remember us talking while I was in bed” you look at him and could see he was getting uncomfortable. “Yep, we did. We just talked about basic stuff, got to go!” he said, getting up quickly and walking out the Great Hall at a fast pace. You watch him walk out, ‘Weird, he has a cute butt though’ you think to yourself, you shrug and finish up your soup.

After you took a short nap and became rehydrated, you didn’t feel so hungover. You kept thinking about why Draco felt so uncomfortable around you, he wasn’t that normally. Okay, let me think back to last night you think as you close your eyes. 1. I got carried by my teammates and the party started. 2. I started drinking while waiting for Draco. 3. I sang loudly and danced terribly after my 4th drink 4. I got sad because Draco hadn’t shown up and started drinking my 6th drink 5. After my 7th I began dancing again. 6. Got tired, started my 8th drink and Draco came! 7. I got tired and he helped me to my dorm. 8. We talked about…. shit… this is the part I can’t remember… Come on, brain! Think!! Okay, we talked about the game and he said he got distracted and that’s why he lost! He got distracted by… ME! He got distracted by ME! I remember now! He told me I was pretty and kissed me goodnight!

Your roommate poked you, “You okay?” she asks. You open your eyes, “Yes, why?” you respond, sitting up on your bed. “You were just making weird faces, I didn’t know what was happening” she shrugged. “Oh, yeah.. just thinking about things..” you say, fiddling with your hands. “Okay..” she said, skeptical of you, “Did you think about dinner? Cause I want dinner”. “Yes, let’s go!” you agree putting your shoes on.

As you sit next to your friend, you look behind you and see Draco sitting behind you at the Slytherin table. “Pssst” you whisper, his head snapped back to look at you. “What?” he whispered back. “We need to talk after dinner!” you raised your voice a little. “Why?” he raised his eyebrows. “Hey, Draco! What are you doing talking to a Huffle-punk” one of his friend sneered. “Shut up before I make you” Draco turned his head around and his voice became deeper and angry. His friend pressed his lips together and continued picking at his plate. “Why?” he repeated as he turned his torso to face you. “You’ll find out if you come with me” you smile. He frowns, upset that he has to wait to know.

He walks out the Great Hall with you, “Where are we going?” he asked. “The corridor, no one's ever there” you say, leading him. As you close the door behind you, you look Draco in the eyes and take a deep breath. “I know what you said last night”. Draco scoffed, “Really? What was that?” he crossed his arms. “You called me pretty!” you exclaimed. Draco’s face turned pink, “Uh, no I didn’t” his voice was shaky. “Draco, your reaction just admitted to me that you did” you look at him, “that's why you left earlier today right?” you say.

You can see Draco becoming shyer, he shook his head. “Stop lying, or..or.. I’ll do this!” you grab his face and stand on your toes and kiss him. You pull away and see an even pinker Draco, with your lipstick tinting his lips. “I, uh, yes, sorry, I” he was stumbling over his word as he spoke. You tapped his cheeks softly, “Draco!”. “Right, yes, sorry for lying. I did in fact call you pretty, but I wouldn’t have lied had I known you’d kiss me” he smiled and scratched the back of his head. “I know we haven’t known each other very along but… I feel like you care… you know? Like care about me.” he said softly. You grabbed his hand, “I’m glad you feel that way, I do care about you and I know you care about me, you’ve proved it by defending me.” you smiled and looked down to hide your flushed face. He smiled, “I do” he gently pushed your chin up to look at him. He kissed you and you rested your arms on his shoulders. You pulled away and just stared into his eyes, “We should probably leave” you state and Draco nods and you both walk out the door.

“What will people think when they realize I’ve gone soft for you?” Draco looks at you. “Probably blame you for losing the last game” you chuckle. “I’m serious, y/n. I don’t want people to think I’m weak.” he said. “They won’t, you’ve protected me. If anything, they’ll be even more scared to mess with you or me” Draco smiled at your response, “Yeah! You’re always right, y/n” he said as he held your hand. You walk towards the Hufflepuff dorms, the few people in the halls gave you two looks but Draco gave them a mean glare.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow?” you suggest. “I can’t wait,” Draco started going in for a kiss, “No, Mr. Malfoy.” Snape said, walking out of his classroom with a stack of papers. “Way to kill the mood” you say a little annoyed. “Bye sweetheart” he said letting go of your hands as he headed toward the Slytherin rooms. You tap the barrel 5 times and walk into the common room. You run towards your room, squealing, which got some strange looks from the people who were in the common room. “LILI” you exclaim as you burst through the door. “Y/N” she says with the same intensity as you. She was writing a paper and you jumped on the bed. “y/n, you almost made me spill all the ink!” she says placing her school supplies on her nightstand. “I’m sorry but I just have to tell someone!” you say. “Alright, what is it?” she asked. “Draco and I kissed!” her jaw dropped. “No!” she said. “Yes!” you jumped up and hugged her. “I knew you liked him!” she pushed you off her because you were hugging her for so long. “Like, present tense” you correct her and she rolls her eyes. “Well, I’m happy for you both. You’ll be good for him” she smiled at you. “Now, let me work” her smile disappeared as she continued writing her paper.

You rushed to breakfast that Monday morning, waking up before your roommate to get ready. You took longer than her to get ready, she was naturally pretty and could literally walk out the door in her pajamas and look good. When you both got to breakfast you kept staring at Draco. “y/n!” a friend snapped her fingers in your face. “Yeah, yeah” you say, moving your eyes off of Draco to your friend. “What’s up with you this morning? You seem a bit distracted” she asks. “It’s because her and Draco kissed last night” your roommate answers for you. “No way!” “Get it, y/n” “Nice!” the people around you commented. “DRACO? DRACO MALFOY?” one of them yelled from a few seats done, everyone glared at him, including the Slytherins within hearing range, which meant Draco heard.

Draco looked at the boy who yelled his name and stood up to confront it. “Yes?” he said placing his hands onto the table and bending slightly to be at eye-level. “What could you possibly want, you mu– must be stupid” Draco stopped himself from saying “mudblood” to the poor boy. At this point the entire cafeteria was staring at the encounter. “No.. I was just going to ask.. Is it true?” the boy asked scared he’d say the wrong thing. Draco raised his eyebrows, “Is what true?” he questioned. “That..that..that” he stuttered. “Out with it already!” Draco demanded. “IS IT TRUE THAT YOU’RE DATING Y/N?” the boy yelled, shutting his eyes, scared of Draco's reaction. The people listening in began whispering among themselves. Draco sighed as he looked at you, he took a deep breath and stood up tall, “Why yes, I am. I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” he replied and walked away. Everyone continued talking about, his friends at his table were either giggling or staring at him in confusion.

You walked by Draco’s side as you both walked to Care for Magical creatures. “I’m proud of you” you say to him. “For what?” he asks. “You didn't call him a.. mudblood” you whispered the last word so no one would hear. “Oh, that. Yes, I’m trying to watch my language for you” he responds nonchalantly. “Aww” you coo. You stood next to him once you got to class, you held hands. “This ‘ere is a fire crab” Hagrid held the creature in his hands showing around to the class. “Isn’t she a beaut?” he asked the class. Draco shook his head and you giggled. “These babies are endangered, meaning there aren’t many of them out ‘ere.” he informed the class, and the class gave disappointed ‘aws’ when he shared that information. “Their shells are highly valuable, which means people care more about the money than protecting this wonderful species” he said holding the crab up.

“Alright, she is kind of cute” you whispered to Draco. “A little” he agreed. 2 girls in front of you turned around, annoyed that your conversation was distracting them. They didn’t expect for Draco to be there and give them a scowl. They quickly turned around and focused their attention on Hagrid. “Not to worry, I got another female and 2 males, they’ll make babies!” he said, excited.

Class was over and you walked with Draco to your next class, he had a free period and wanted to spend all his time with you. “You’re taking Muggle Studies?!” he asks, confused. “Yes, I find their world so fascinating” you tell him. He scoffs, “What could be so great in the Muggle world?”. “They have things called smart phones and it can do all sorts of things! Like send a message to someone else’s in a second! Without being close!” you exclaim. “Psh, we can use owls for that!” he says. “Yeah, but it’d be nice to talk to you after curfew.” you tell him as you're standing outside of the classroom.

“Do you think Professor Burbage would mind if I sat in for a lesson” he asks. “Of course not! Yay!” you clap and pull him into the classroom. “Today, we’ll be discussing how muggles travel the world!” Professor Burbage spins the globe on her desk. You begin writing notes, ‘Muggle Travel’. Draco looks over your shoulder confused but doesn’t comment as he doesn’t want to bring attention to himself in a class he wasn’t even supposed to be in. Plus, he thought you looked pretty when you were focused. “Now, people can travel by cars but it can take hours, even days to arrive at their destination!” the class gasps. “But, they use planes too!” she continues. “Planes look like this,” she shows a model airplane. “They’re huge! And people fly from one place to another much quicker this way!” you scribble down your notes. Draco lays back into his seat, actually interested by the new information. “Professor, why would they use their cars and not the plane?” you ask after she acknowledges your raised hand.

“Well, my sweet child, muggles also use money and have jobs that pay better than others. Some families just can’t afford to pay for a plane for multiple tickets and driving a car costs less” you write that down but raise your non dominant hand to continue your question. “Yes, y/l/n?” “How much does a car cost?” you look up from writing. “Cars can cost a lot of money, you have to buy a car which can either be cheap or expensive, and if you buy a cheap care you’ll have to fix the car which would cause you to spend more money and then in order to drive the car you have to put a thing called ‘gas’ inside of it” she displays her figure car and a ‘gas station’ and shows the class how it works.

“Muggles are weird,” Draco says as you leave the class. “You’re weird” you tease him. “However, I can see how you find them interesting,” he says disregarding your remark. “Ooo, do you think you’ll enroll,” you nudge him. “I would but I’d be too far behind,” he responds. “I can help you get caught up!” you offer. “Seriously? Alright, I’ll get it added to my schedule.” he shrugs. “I’ll see you after dinner!”

“Okay, okay, we can start studying, I don’t want anyone to see what we’re studying, can we go into corridor?” he asks. “Fine,” you groan. He grins because you agreed to it. “Okay, first chapter, why do we hide the existence of magic?” You read aloud. You and Draco go over the chapter, “so, every time anyone sees it, we just use obliviate?” he asks, you nod. “Yes, that's how we're still a secret, obviously wizards have messed up in the past and exposed magic but they’ve controlled the problem” you say closing the book. “Okay, 1 chapter down, 3 more to go, woo-hoo!” you cheer. “We still have 30 minutes until curfew..” Draco states. “We could stay in here, together?” he suggests. “Yeah! I’d love that, love,” you say, reaching out to hold his hand.

You both scoot closer to each other, and start kissing, “I love your lips y/n” he pulls away to tell you but quickly returns to kissing you. He begins kissing your neck, you raise your head so he could kiss you everywhere. “I love your kisses Draco” you say with your fingers intertwined in his hair.

He lifts you up from your seat onto his lap. He kisses your neck from behind, you giggle and squirm because it tickles. He rubs his hand up and down your arms, “you’re so beautiful y/n” he whispers in your ear, “and when you wear your skirts, it just makes it hard to resist,” he whispers. “Resist from what?” you whisper back. “Resist from kissing you and touching you everywhere” he answers. “Then stop resisting” you say getting up and sitting in his lap facing hip. He grabs your face and kisses you roughly, he kisses your neck and begins working on giving you a love bite. “You need a mark on your neck so everyone knows that you’re mine” you simply let out a small moan. “Say it, say that you’re mine!” he says as his hands slide under and he squeezes you ass. “Yes! Oh, yes, I’m all yours” you throw your head back enjoying how he’s rubbing his hand up and down your thighs. “Good girl” he calls you. That name made your pussy start getting wet, and you could feel how hard he was.

He tugs at your top, beginning to unbutton it. He unclasps your bra and begins kissing your breast. You run your fingers through his hair as you grind against his crotch. “Fuck, don’t tease me baby girl” he says. “It’s yours if you want it, Draco” you tell him. “Please, call me sir,” he asks. “Mmm, yes sir” you respond. “Get up” he commands you. He pulls his pants and briefs down, his hard cock quickly rose and smacked his stomach.

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he asks. You shake your head no, “Well, here’s your chance, kneel in front of me, baby girl” you do as you're told and put your hand around his thick cock. It’s pulsing, you put your mouth on the head and moans, “Fuck yes” he moans out as he watches you. You put it further in your mouth, “Oo, careful with your teeth, sweetie” he asks. You continue going deeper, until it hits the back of your throat. There was still another two inches that never made it in your mouth, “Is it okay if I’m rough with you?” he whispers and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He grabs your hair and pulls in and out of your mouth, going deeper than you thought it could. You push against his thighs after two minutes, he pulls out and wipes the tears off your face. “You look so beautiful getting face fucked by me, princess.” he smiles down at you and you smile back with your mascara smudged everywhere. “Thank you… sir” he kisses the top off your head. “Want to be a good girl and take those panties off for me?” you nod and take them off you tug at your skirt but Draco grabs your hand, “Leave it” he says, “get on my lap, baby girl” he spreads his legs. You get on top and his cock is against his stomach, “You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” he whispers and you nod in agreement. “Raise up a little baby” you hover over his lap as he grabs his cock to put into your entrance. His tip was ready to enter, he looks into your eyes, “Sit down on it” he tells you and you slowly slide down. It hurts at first but your pussy was so wet it lubricated it. “Fuuuck, you’re so tight” he groans. You whimper when he's completely inside of you. “What’s wrong sweetie?” he pauses to ask. “Nothing, you’re just so big” he smirks, “fuck me” you tell him. He wraps his hand around your neck, “I tell you what to do, not the other way around, got it?” you nod at him. “Good, now, just feel my cock inside of you for a minute, do you like how it feels?” you nod.

He puts his hand in front of your vagina, he only put his thumb through your lips and he began to rub your clit. You moan loudly, he stuffs your mouth with your panties, “Quiet or someone will hear us” you nod and he takes the panties out of your mouth. He continues rubbing your clit and you bury your face into his shoulder to muffle your moans. He stops rubbing, you sit up and take a deep breath. “Oh my God” you say out of breath. He sucks the thumb that he used to get you off, “you taste so good princess, if we had more time I’d eat you out, but that’s for another day. We only have 10 minutes so I’m going to fuck you hard, okay?” you nod. He stands up, carrying you with him. He pushes you against the wall and pounds against you, you moan loudly. He takes his tie and stuffs it in your mouth, he continues fucking you, “You’re so wet, all for me” you nod and look at him. “Fuck yes, look at me while I fuck you” he grabs your neck and chokes you, you smack his hand and shake your head. He stops choking you and just keeps his hand wrapped around your neck.

Your legs start shaking and he notices, he makes space to put his hand in between you two and begins rubbing your clit again. Your legs were wrapped around his waist but you wrapped them tighter. “Do you like it baby girl? Tell me if you do, don’t be shy” he rubs faster, “Yes, I do,” you moan, throwing your head back against the wall. “Yes what?” he says aggressively. “Yes, sir” you start panting “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” you say at a higher volume. “Cum on my cock, baby, cum!” he encourages. You cum all over him, “fuck, you’re so fucking hot I’m going to cum” he thrusts deep and stays there, “I’m cumming” he moans into your ear.

He puts you down, you spit the tie into his hand, you’re both sweating. He licks the cuffs of his shirt and wipes the smudged mascara. He helps you put your panties and bra back on. He pulls his pants up as you button your shirt. “We should go now,” he says, taking your hand. You walk with him, your legs sore from him. “I’m skipping flying class tomorrow,” you tell Draco. He laughs, I’ll skip with you if that’s alright?” you nod.

“Goodnight sweetie, clean up and get some rest” he kisses the top of your head, “you too babe” you say as you split ways. You try to walk normally past everyone, you look down to hide any left over makeup. You walk into your dorm and Lili looks up at you, “Oh, hey!” she waves. “Ohhh, heyyyy” she says when she looks at your messed up hair, smudged mascara and how you walk. Your face turns pink and you go clean up in the bathroom. Goddamn Draco, that was good.

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rvnjun · 6 years

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nct 127 reacts: having a really big fight with their s/o in front of their members

Requested: nct 127’s reaction to having a really big fight with s/o? and in front of the members? i love angst xD

Genre: Angst and in some cases Fluff

Warnings: Fighting

A/n: So for some of them I don’t think I made it angsty? Like it some cases they make up and in others they don’t; so if you don’t like that then you can send another ask and I’ll fix it!!

T a e i l

Taeil fiddled with the straps of his bag, his members all stared at him with wide eyes. “Uh Taeil,,,that was uncalled for,” Yuta said, staring at the door of which you had just run out of. You and Taeil got into a heavy fight infront of his members, he really didn’t know why but in the heat of the moment he said he was breaking up with you. Now he was really regretting it because he really really loved you. He wiped some hot tears from his cheeks and glanced at his members “Pitful, I know. Guys what do I do I really messed up?” He asked feeling completely hopeless. “Apologize, Y/n was in the right. Tell Y/n how much you love them, you just dumped them so how are they supposed to know you’re telling the truth?” Johnny replied

T a e y o n g

Taeyong was doing his best to stay calm. He didn’t want to cause a scene with his members around. However there was so much he needed to get off his chest and his manager said he couldn’t leave the room. Your conservation was calm but as the topics changed and you both got more heated you started to yell at eachother. His members sat back with their eyes wide, the tension was so thick that even non of them knew what to do or say. “Hey guys,,,are you okay?” Mark innocently asked despite it being obvious you weren’t. Once his words hit the both you you both were able to calm down and come back to your senses. “I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean it,” Taeyong said we’re pulling you in for a hug

J o h h n y

What was a peaceful adult conversation with Johnny turned into a obnoxious fight. “I don’t think you understand what I’m trying to say!” You yelled so loud the members could hear. “Hey Johnny,,maybe you should go to a different room if you’re gonna fight,” Yuta said with a sigh. You stopped in your tracks when you heard Yuta words. You had been so caught up in yelling that you didn’t realize how loud and uncivil you were being. Johnny looked straight into Yutas eyes while speaking “There isn’t a need-“ he said before locking eye contact with you “Because like this conversation, we are over.”

Y u t a

It had been 2 days since you got into a bad fight with Yuta. Honestly, you didn’t know what set it off. One minute you were eating lunch with his members and the next Yuta was yelling at you for being to clingy. You two probably would have yelled at eachother for hours if Winwin hadn’t broken it up. You sat on the floor of your apartment and started to cry thinking about Yuta again. Your phone rang, his name popped up brightly. You hesitated to answer but you missed his voice. Before you could even say hello Yutas voice loudly bursted in your ear, his voice was low and scratchy. “I’m so so fuckin sorry I miss you so much please forgive me”

D o y o u n g

“Well maybe if you were around more, you'd notice!” you yelled while packing up your stuff. It wasn't like you to get angry, especially not ignorant of other people. You just really had enough. “Oh really? So you're just gonna use that classic line one me? You knew what you were getting into,” he yelled back making the members cringe. The wet hot tears formed, you turned to face Doyoung one last time “Im breaking up with you. I knew what I was getting into but I thought we agreed that you would still be around when you could,” you opened and slammed the door on him, not giving him a chance to reply. “Are you okay?” Taeyong asked through the silence. Doyoung didnt say anything, instead he opened the door and left to follow after you.

J a e h y u n

Jaehyun and you sat in silence, there had been so much on your mind that you wanted to say but you didn't know how. Jaehyun must have felt the same way, he stopped what he was doing and looked up at you. “Just say it! I know you want to,” be sharp voice caught you off guard. “What am I supposed to say jaehyun, we both are thinking the same thing,” your words came out sharper that you were intending. The members glanced over at you two, not knowing what to expect. “Should we stop it?’ Mark leaned over and whispered in Taeyong sear. Before Taeyong could reply Jaehyun stood up and spoek “Just leave if you're going to act like a bitch.” Everyone including you gasped at his words. ‘If that's what you want,” you quickly stood up and ran out of there so he couldn't see your tears

W i n w i n

You looked between Winwin and his members, of felt like you were being alienated against. “You guys do know Sicheng isn’t the saint you all think he is?” You wiped your tears. “Y/n-“ Taeyong started to say but you cut him off “God Sicheng I really loved you, I really thought we had something,” you said, pushing past him to get out of the door. Sichengs mouth fell open in surprise, that was the first time you ever said I love you to eachother. “Wait, Y/n,” he tired to go after you but Yuta string grip on him prevented him from doing so. “I really don’t think it’s worth it,” Taeyong said with a sight, casually going back to practice. Sicheng wiped the tears from his eyes “I really loved you too, Y/n”

J u n g w o o

You felt your heart shatter with every intake of breath. “I’m not trying to discourage your hard work and I understand that it’s your dream but it just feels like you’re forgetting about me,” you were in hysterics. Jungwoo wiped his tears “Are you sure because it really feels like you only are thinking about yourself,” he let out a deep breath. Haechan unnecessarily piped up and said “I have to agree with Jungwoo on this one, Y/n I think you’re being selfish,” he so casually added. It even caught Jungwoo buy surprise “You think so Haechan? Then fine I guess I’ll be selfish again and make the decision to break up, unnegotiable,” you stared straight into Jungwoos eyes before pushing past him and taking your leave. “Oh shit wait,” Haechan said while watching you leave. Jungwoo turned to face him with red puffy eyes “Haechan what do I do?” He asked, chest shaking with tears. Haechan looked around the room, no one was in sight. “Do I really look like the kind of guy who I has answers? I literally just called them selfish,” Haechan shrugged and then added “But if I were you I’d go after Y/n” once his words left his mouth Jungwoo was gone out the door searching for you

M a r k

“Mark you promised that we would be able to have a date. We haven’t been able to go on a real date for months now,” your voice sounded exasperated. You did your best to hold back your tears, you weren’t mad but you were very sad. Something in Mark snapped, you had never seen him get this angry before. He sighed heavily and dropped his chopsticks “Sometimes promises are broken for a reason. Now if you would please leave me alone and stop being so whiny I’d greatly appreciate it,” he didn’t look at you but instead continued to look at the notebook where he wrote lyrics. You felt your heart shatter, standing up you yelled “You know what Mark Lee, I know I deserve better than this! I have done nothing but bust my ass just so you could be happy and I will not let you walk all over me like this!” You went running out of the room, tears cascading down your cheeks. Marks eye widened as he watched you leave “Go after them,” Johnny said while a shake of his head. He slowly got up, hesitating to follow after you because he realized that he was unnecessarily rude to you

H a e c h a n

Haechan rolled his eyes at you for the 3rd time that night. “Can you stop rolling your eyes at me?” You asked feeling even more upset that he wasn’t taking you seriously. You couldnt hold back, raising your voice you sternly yelled “Can you not be childish for once!” You threw your hands into the air and stomped out of the room. All the members watched as you leave “What happened?” Taeyong asked while moving to where the younger member sat. Haechan looked away and scoffed “Nothing they were just being a bitch and couldn’t take a joke. I want being childish, I knew what they were trying to say, it’s there fault for not listening to me.”

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studiobeebo · 6 years

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Summer Daze (Kirishima Eijirou x Fem! Reader)

OKAY i want to start off by saying im really, really sorry this took so long. my motivation has been horrible and i just really didn’t want to make something that was lackluster so i decided to wait until i was more motivated instead

BUT ANYWAYS, this is the scenario for the 1,000 followers giveaway first place winner @ri-leuters following the prompt:

okay so pronouns would be she/her and i'd love this done with our local ball of sunshine kirishima! so i guess they could go out together into a sunflower field or just a normal flower field for a date and just have an all around good time together! also this would be great with lots of kisses and cuddles bc i live for that shit. also last minute request (but you could totally let this slide if you want) but ive always found this endearing; so when they kiss could kirishima pull back for a sec and just freak out over how s/o has tasty lips (prolly bc of her lip balm) and then they just talk about it for a sec and then he starts kissing her more bc "i want to taste!" djkdjdwk forgive me

BUT YE!!! SORRY AGAIN IT TOOK SO LONG AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY RI!!

Summer had to be one of Kirishima’s favorite seasons, if not his absolute favorite. While most people could find reasons to hate that time of the year, be it the sometimes sweltering heat or influx of annoying gnats and mosquitos, he always found a way to look past all the negatives of summer. He lived for the nights where he could sit outside with friends and roast marshmallows or go to the beach to go swimming, and with all the different activities he loved to do during the summer, he was absolutely ecstatic that this year, he got to do all those things with you.

When he first realized he had hopelessly fallen for your passionate, bubbly charm and amazingly adorable looks, he knew it would take time to convince himself to finally confess. To him, you were just so perfect and he couldn’t bare to mess up his chances with a girl like you, so he bided his time and got to know you as much as he could, of course throwing in some awkward flirty comments or attempts to impress you along the way. It was in the spring that he decided to set a deadline for himself, saying that he absolutely wanted to ask you out before the end of the school year, and after spending a good week daydreaming about going on fun summer walks through the park or getting ice cream together, he finally gave in and confessed that he had a crush on you before asking if you would go out to the movies with him. You were absolutely over the moon, having had quite the crush on him as well, and from there your blooming relationship was almost cinematic considering how well it was going.

On top of how amazing things were going between the two of you, Kirishima was lucky to have asked you out before his ‘deadline’ so when the weather began to get warm the two of you were already comfortable enough with one another for him to start checking off his list of fun summer dates and the first thing he had been wanting to do was to go hiking with you. The trail he had looked up was actually pretty short, only about a mile, but it let off into an incredible field of wildflowers that were supposedly in full bloom at this time of the year. He wanted to keep that part a secret so it would be a nice surprise for you, but he was just so excited that he couldn’t help but blab about it the whole week before the two of you had decided to go. Despite your slight fears that it would be too grossly hot on the weekend to even enjoy the date your boyfriend had so happily set up, his excitement about it was infectious so you couldn’t help but be excited as well. Plus, when the weekend finally came around it was fun to pack up a little picnic for the two of you and it was awfully cute how concerned he was, double and then triple checking that your shoes were comfortable and that you brought enough water.

Once the two of you arrived to the base of the hill that the path led up to on that saturday morning, you were extremely grateful that the weather was just perfect since you’d be walking uphill for most of the way. The first part of your little hike wasn’t too bad, but you slowly began to get a bit worn out the further you walked and you were a bit jealous at how Kirishima was still perfectly fine while you felt like you could take a nap right there in the middle of the path to give your tired muscles a break. Once he noticed you were falling a bit behind, however, Kirishima was nice enough to slow down and walk by your side until you reached the top of the hill and thankfully, the view was absolutely worth the trouble of getting there.

It looked as if the field of bright green grass and variety of colorful flowers swaying in the comforting breeze spanned out for miles and you must have stood there with a bright, open mouthed smile on your face for a good five minutes just looking out over the expanse of beautiful greenery. You continued to gush about how incredible it was as you pulled out your phone to take a few pictures, hoping to save this memory for years to come, but once you were done the two of you finally decided to walk further into the sunny field to find a nice spot to relax.

It took a few minutes to get everything set up, but it was perfectly picturesque once you had laid out the blanket for both of you to rest on before pulling out all the different snacks and drinks you had brought along with you. The two of you sat happily chatting about whatever came to mind while munching on a variety of fruit and other treats and you must have thanked him a million times for bringing you here to which he just smiled and told you it was no big deal.

“No but seriously! It’s absolutely perfect, I thought it might be too warm but the sun feels amazing since it’s so breezy up here!” You cheered, stretching your arms up above your head before falling backwards to lay your head down onto his lap.

“Yeah it is pretty nice, I’m surprised you’re not cold for once.” He teased, picking at a few of the flowers that were spread out around your makeshift ‘bed’.

“Hey I’m not always cold, I just like wearing your sweaters, that’s all.” You quipped, reaching up to pinch his cheek only for him to wince a bit before sending a pout your way as he continued to work on tugging flowers from the ground.

“What are you doing, anyways?” You asked upon noticing he was fiddling around with the flowers he had collected, sitting up from your lying position on his lap to get a better look.

“Nothing..” He mumbled out, though his concentration was very clearly on his task at hand rather than on you. After a moment he blinked, seeming to have realized that he sort of just brushed you off a bit before tearing his eyes from his little project only to give you a soft smile. “I mean it’s something, but you have to give me a second...and don’t look!”

Your brows furrowed in confusion but you just laughed and shook your head, putting your hands over your eyes to show that you’d keep your eyes on your own business. After a moment you decided to drop your hands to focus on your phone instead, trying not to laugh at the way Kirishima flinched and covered up what was in his hands upon seeing your hands drop before relaxing once he realized you weren’t really watching him.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, you scrolling through some of your notifications and taking a few more pictures to post to your social media and him working on whatever it was he was doing, but eventually the silence between the two of you was broken as he let out an excited “Alright!” before turning back over to you.

“I saw one of these on Mina’s blog, but she didn’t really post instructions so..” He trailed off, holding out what you were guessing was meant to be a flower crown of sorts.

It was more of an..oval shape and the flowers seemed to be forcefully tied together in a misshapen manner. However, while he may have thought it wasn’t as ‘instagram worthy’ as Mina’s flower crowns (Which, you were pretty sure she bought anyways), you thought it was absolutely perfect.

“I think you don’t even need instructions, this look like a pro made it!” You exclaimed, loving the way his face lit up like a puppy being praised for being a good dog. Unfortunately, however, when you went to grab it to wear it, as you figured was his intention for you to do once he gave it to you, the little masterpiece fell to pieces right before you had the chance to lay it atop your head. You scrambled to try to save at least some of it, but your efforts went to waste and you were left with a little pile of flowers sitting in your lap as you looked up slowly with a sheepish smile worn on your face, praying you hadn’t upset him.

“Whoops..Sorry Eiji, I guess my hands are a lot stronger than I thought.” You chuckled before continuing. “But It was so pretty! I feel bad wrecking it like that, I should have taken a picture..”

“Hey that’s alright!” He spoke, sounding a lot happier than you thought he would be considering you just accidentally broke such a cute gift from him before he stood up and grabbed a few of the flowers from the pile that used to be the flower crown he had made for you. After picking up as many as he could, he walked behind you before crouching down and beginning to place a few different flowers throughout your hair. “See? Well, I guess you can’t see, but your hair still looks pretty now! I mean it always looks pretty, but you know what I mean.” He chuckled, moving back to be in front of you and crouching down to the same position to add some more flowers to the front of your hair.

After a moment he appeared..mostly happy with his work, but he was looking at you like an artist looking at one of their paintings that looked pretty good but just needed one last thing to bring it all together. You smiled and chuckled a bit when his face lit up with that ‘Oh, I got it!’ look before he reached over past your shared blanket and grabbed one more flower before moving to push some of your hair behind your ear and then tucking the flower there as well.

“There, that’s good, right?” He asked, adjusting the flower bit, but letting his hand stay near your jaw as his thumb gently ran over your cheek.

“It’s perfect.” You hummed, not even needing to look as you words were more generally aimed at this whole day in general as you leaned in to press your lips against his own. Even though the sun’s rays were plenty warm enough, there was still nothing that could compare to the warmth that bloomed in your chest every time you felt his hand gently cup your jaw and the gentle yet passionate way his lips would mesh with your own.

After a moment, your lips parted from his own and you were a bit surprised to see a look of happy confusion on his face as you pulled away from him a bit.

“..What?”

“You..Kind of taste like one of these flowers smells.”

“...What??” You chuckled out yet again, shaking your head in equal confusion.

“And a lemon! Like a flowery lemon!”

His additional description clicked in your head as you were suddenly reminded of the new lip balm you had bought a few days prior as you laughed out an answer, hardly able to contain yourself considering the adorable look on his face as you stuttered through your words.

“I-It’s my new lip balm! It’s lemon-lavender! Like it?”

“Yeah!” He beamed, “Can I taste again? It’s really sweet..” He continued, but you could tell by the light blush that fanned over his cheeks that the term of ‘tasting’ you was something he didn’t really mean to say aloud, but you didn’t mind either way. You had plenty of kisses to spare for him all the time, and after the amazing day he went through the trouble of planning out, he definitely deserved it.

“Of course.” You giggled, leaning in to peck his lips once more in a more sweet, appreciative way as a sort of thank you. “You can taste as much as you want.”

#mha #mha imagine #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijirou x reader

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beca-mitchell · 6 years

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can you please do one where beca sings tenetife sea by ed sheeran to chloe in a camp fire night beach setting because she did something stupid unintentionally and chloe got a little jealous and now she is trying to make it up to her. THANKS A LOT!

i’ve been listening to ed’s album non-stop, so thanks for that anon! here’s some soft angst + fluff that literally gave me a cavity??? im upset

all that you are is all that I’ll ever need

summary: apologies are best served at sunset, on the beach, supposedly

word count: 2143

“Beca.”

 Chloe glances up only to see that Beca is engrossed with her phone and completely ignoring her. 

“Beca,” she repeats, putting her handbag on the coffee table noisily. She nudges it against Beca’s leg, jolting Beca back into reality.

 “I - sorry,” Beca says quickly. She tosses her phone aside and groans. She runs her hands over her face. “This upcoming publicity circuit is completely crazy and my writing sessions haven’t really been going well.” 

Chloe’s stance softens and she moves to sit next to Beca on the couch. She leans her forehead into Beca’s shoulder and curls her hand around Beca’s arm. “You’re going to be fine,” she whispers. “Just take some time to yourself today.”

 “I hope working from home helps,” Beca replies, reaching out to curl her hand over Chloe’s thigh. “I just don’t really want to be around people right now.” 

Chloe grins, lifting her head to plant a kiss against Beca’s neck. She loves when Beca adopts her grumpy, antisocial persona. “Speaking of…make sure you take that call from my thesis supervisor today, okay? It’s so hard to just get some time with her because she’s on sabbatical and refuses to use email like a normal person. She won’t mind if you just take some notes down for me.” Beca hums in agreement. “Beca,” Chloe urges, swatting her girlfriend’s stomach. “I’m serious,” she says, laughing when Beca puffs out her cheeks. “C’mere,” she murmurs, leaning up to kiss her once.  She lingers, resisting the urge to relax further against Beca’s side and just let the morning fade away.

But - the small mountain of paperwork she has on her desk at work floats into her mind, so she lets her tongue lick into Beca’s mouth just once more before pulling away.

Beca whines in protest when Chloe moves to stand up and she follows, cupping her hands on Chloe’s hips under her cardigan. “I never see you,” she protests. “You could stay,” she suggests, half-serious.

“I could,” Chloe agrees, sliding her hands on Beca’s arm so she can gently pry Beca’s hands off her. “Or I could go and earn some money and, you know, experience, so I can finish this degree and support the both of us. Since you’re such a slacker. Also, whose fault is it that you never see me?” Chloe asks, injecting some levity into her voice.

Beca tries to scowl - she really does - but she can’t help it when it comes to Chloe these days. Living with Chloe, even if it’s just for the spring and summer while Chloe interns in Los Angeles, has been bliss. There have been a few roadblocks here and there, but Beca vows she’ll be better with every passing day.

“Love you!” she calls out to Chloe’s retreating back.

“Love you, too,” is Chloe’s muffled shout from behind the closed front door.

The day flies by in a haze. Beca takes at least four Advils throughout the day and shuts herself into her music so she can at least feel somewhat productive.

She’s jolted out of her music-induced reverie when hands gently slide her headphones off her head.

“Did you even eat today?” Chloe’s voice asks, concerned and amused.

Beca spins to face Chloe, standing in front of her and holding a bag of take-out in her hand. She’s about to smile at the gesture when it occurs to her-

“Shit,” she says, before she can stop herself.

The smile slides off Chloe’s face. “You didn’t take the call,” she infers. “Beca! That was really important!” She turns to the machine on Beca’s desk, clicking through the menu. There’s a missed call.

“I’m sorry!” Beca scrambles up, not bothering to slide her feet into her slippers. She winces when she touches hardwood with her bare feet, but follows after Chloe. “Don’t be mad,” she implores.

 “I’m not mad,” Chloe replies, though the way her jaw tightens indicates otherwise.

 “Okay, you’re mad,” Beca says, fiddling with the zipper on her sweater. She can see a myriad of emotions in Chloe’s eyes. “Chloe, I’m…I’m really sorry. I know how important this call was to you.” She tries to push past the lump in her throat, a more frequent occurence ever since she started working with her new manager and even newer publicist. She thought taking time to work from home would help her stress levels and solidfy her relationship with Chloe, but it doesn’t quite seem to be working.

Chloe swallows, nodding. “I…I think if you knew how important it was, you’d have taken the call, Beca. This…this isn’t the first time, okay? You’ve been forgetting dates, skimping on meals, forgetting events that you promised you’d attend with me.” She sighs, blowing a couple strands of hair out of her face. “I mean, you can remember to take your intern out for lunch, but you can’t remember this?”

Beca bristles. “You said you weren’t mad about that.”

Chloe scowls - a rare sight - and it makes Beca backtrack. “I’m not mad,” Chloe hisses. “But it sure says something when you remember to take your beautiful blonde intern out for a lavish lunch, but forget your girlfriend’s important phone call. All you would have had to do was take some notes.”

A brief silence passes over them.

Chloe seems to expel all her frustration in one breath, leaving her looking resigned and tired instead.

“Chloe,” Beca starts.

“I’m sorry for snapping,” she apologizes in true Chloe fashion, though it only makes Beca feel worse. “I’m going to work on some stuff, okay?” 

Beca sighs as well when Chloe turns. “Okay. Same.”

Beca puts down her headphones after at least an hour of producing absolutely terrible quality music. She scowls at the folder of keysmashed-named music files and closes her laptop a bit excessively. She tugs her headphones off and rests them on top of her closed laptop, running her hand over the worn fabric along the ear cushions.

When she closes the door, she can see the back of Chloe’s head over the couch. It’s bowed slightly and there are messy strands of hair falling out of Chloe’s bun. It makes her want to both smile and cry at the same time. She makes her way over slowly, eyes tracked on the back of Chloe’s head, then profile as she walks around the couch, then finally the way Chloe’s eyes refuse to lift to look at her when she settles next to her.

“Hey,” she breathes, though it barely makes a sound and sounds more like a gasp. She clears her throat, realizing she hasn’t spoken in at least an hour. Chloe’s hand twitches on her lap, but she makes no other motion. Beca hesitantly reaches for her hand, but she chickens out at the last minute and grabs the headphone that Chloe doesn’t have in her ear. She tentatively lifts it to her own ear and basks in the quiet instrumentals of pop ballads.

Beca bites her lip when she immediately recognizes it as Chloe’s Tired playlist – the one she plays when she needs an emotional recharge or just quiet time alone. Beca has learned over the years – first as Chloe’s friend, then now as her girlfriend (it still sends a thrill through her) – that Chloe’s need for space is short. She prefers company, contact, and being able to talk about things, but often out of respect for Beca’s need for quiet, she waits patiently for Beca to speak first.

Chloe shifts then, sliding her hand across the small distance on the couch between them to Beca’s thigh. The small touch releases the tension and Beca literally feels a breath drain from her. She leans unapologetically into Chloe, pressing a kiss into her shoulder.

“I don’t want to fight,” Beca says softly. It’s quiet enough that it almost gets lost in the music that’s flowing through Chloe’s earphones. She removes them – one from her ear, one from Beca’s – and turns to look at Beca, equally apologetic.

“I don’t want to fight either,” Chloe murmurs, tilting her head so she’s pressing a kiss into soft brown hair. Beca makes a noise of contentment and slides her hand across Chloe’s waist, snuggling further into her side.

“I’m grateful you’re here with me,” Beca says after a brief pause. And she is. She’s grateful every time Chloe makes time to fly to Los Angeles to see her. She’s grateful that Chloe wants to work on their relationship as much as she does, even though it scares her beyond belief when she thinks about asking Chloe to move in permanently after she’s done with school. She’s so grateful to just have Chloe; that Chloe’s the most supportive person in her life. “And I’m sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t think your work was important.”

“You didn’t, not really,” Chloe whispers, tapping her fingers on Beca’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t have snapped. It really wasn’t that big of a deal and now how stressed you’ve been, recently. I should have set up something else.” It’s so sincere and honest and understanding. Beca chokes on a whimper and wipes hastily at her eyes before she turns slightly in Chloe’s arms. Chloe’s eyes are pretty much at their brightest blue, though the vibrancy is dampened by the threatening tears and residual hurt shining in them. Beca’s own heart seems to constrict at the expression and she leans up to kiss Chloe once, twice-

“Wait,” Chloe murmurs, gently pushing her phone from her lap so it clatters on the coffee table. “I love you,” Chloe says softly. “I’m not going anywhere, you know?”

“Yeah?” Beca voices, allowing Chloe to tug her back playfully so she’s pressed comfortably against Chloe’s front. “Well, same,” she says nonchalantly.

Chloe pinches her side.

Beca laughs, letting the relief and security wash over her. “I love you,” she promises in return. “I want you. You should know,” she says haughtily, “that I’m small but scrappy. I’ll fight to keep you,” she declares, unsure where all these words are coming from. “This is you and me,” she says, tilting her head back to look at Chloe who is casually running her fingers through strands of Beca’s hair comfortingly. “I’m going to fight for you with the same amount of inappropriate lack of personal space you used when you made me sing that damn duet.” Chloe’s laughter reverberates through her back.

Chloe’s phone and playlist lay temporarily forgotten, though Beca’s pleased that she’s able to be as equally effective as a playlist that she hopes Chloe will never use again. Chloe hooks her chin over Beca’s shoulder and presses light, slow kisses against her neck, hands flexing over the fabric of Beca’s shirt covering her stomach.

An idea springs to hermind, fighting its way through the slow, gentle haze of desire.

Before she can get too swept up, Beca forces her eyes open and leans forward and away from Chloe’s warmth.

She opens Chloe’s laptopand searches up something, hoping that the sheer sappiness of thisgesture doesn’t kill her.

“What are you doing?”Chloe murmurs, trying to look over her shoulder, sounding slightlydisappointed.

“Wait.”

“Campfire and ocean waveswhite noise?” Chloe asks, reading off the screen, even as Beca’s flush rises high on her cheeks. She quickly full-screens the video.

“I’m trying to woo you,”Beca says petulantly. She twists, gently pushing Chloe back on the couch soshe’s lying prone. Chloe’s amused expression doesn’t quite leave, though hereyes darken a tad and her hands come to rest on Beca’s hips. “It’s rainingoutside,” she says unnecessarily.

Chloehums, lifting a hand to tangle into Beca’s hair. “I noticed.”

“Shh,”Beca says, beginning humming the chorus of the song she caught a glimpse of onChloe’s phone. Some Ed Sheeran song from years ago.

Chloe’seyes fall shut, enjoying the movement of Beca’s hands under her shirt and theoccasional kiss against her neck and jaw between humming.

“So inlove,” Beca half-whispers, half-sings. The effect, combined with the (fake)beach ambience makes the heat in Chloe’s body spike immediately.

And with that, they’re kissing for all they’re worth again,forgetting the events of the day, at least for the moment. It’s no matter; whatmatters is that they come out of every hiccup stronger than they were before.Chloe effectively stops Beca’s (admittedly lovely) singing with a more forcefulkiss, cupping her hand around the back of her neck.

As Chloe’s laptop screen flickers into sleep mode, neither womannotices through tender touches and passionate kisses. With every pass of a surehand over soft skin, Chloe wonders how she got so lucky and Beca privatelytries to think of more ways to make it up to Chloe – to make it up to the womanwho consistently makes her house feel like a home.

#my fanfic #fic prompt #mine #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #Anonymous #fanfiction #fluff #anna kendrick #brittany snow #pp #im so sorry i literally have a cavity #ask

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imaginetonyandbucky · 7 years

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Bucky Barnes goes back in time to save Tony Stark from himself, in whatever for that might take... could be established relationship, could be a Civil War fix it, time loop.... Tony sending Bucky back in time thinking Bucky would choose Steve, anything you like... just Bucky doing everything in his power to make Tony safe and happy (with him)! Please and thank you.

Combined with:

Bucky from the future travels back in time to protect pre-im Tony.

The Things We Relive: Part 1

Sometimes what Tony really needs protection from is himself.

As the room resolved around him with a dizzying blur, Bucky looked down at the baby cooing in the crib, arms and legs waving as he watched the mobile over the crib rotating slowly, little planes and rockets bobbing gently in the breeze left by Bucky’s sudden appearance.

“Shit. Too far.” He held up his walkie talkie and squeezed the button, hoping that it would work like they all guessed it would. “Guys, you sent me too far. He’s just a baby.” He reached into the crib with his metal hand, letting little Tony grab his finger. “Hey, cutie,” he murmured. “How ya doing? Trying to save the world yet? No, cuz you can’t even talk. Look at you, little Iron Baby.” Tony was gumming Bucky’s finger when he realized that his mike was still active. He let go of the button and felt his face get hot during the long silence that followed.

“Roger that, James,” Natasha said, laughter still in her voice. At least it was a break from the tension of the past few days as they tried to figure out how to work Tony’s time machine. “Come on back and we’ll reset the settings and try again.”

“10-4.” This time Bucky remembered to let go of the button before he leaned over the crib. He set the walkie talkie down and ran his flesh hand over the downy hair on Tony’s scalp, tracing a finger down his soft cheek. Tony turned his head towards the sensation and waved his chubby arms and legs until he managed to turn over onto his stomach, looking surprised. Bucky smiled gently as Tony’s big head bobbled as he tried to look up at Bucky and felt his chest get tight. “I miss you, Tony. We’re going to fix this, ok? It’s going to be alright.”

“Who the hell are you?” A woman demanded shrilly from the door. “Get away from my baby!”

Bucky had just enough time to grab the walkie and hit the getaway button before Maria Stark descended on him like a Valkyrie.

(Watch out for the break!)

“Did anyone see you?” Natasha asked when he reappeared in Tony’s lab.

“Tony’s mom, but she wouldn’t recognize me.”

Natasha raised her eyebrow and said dryly, “But I imagine than seeing someone disappear into thin air might cause some comment.”

“Oh, yeah. Whoops.” Bucky chewed on his lip for a moment and then had to shrug. “Can’t do anything about it now. We don’t have time to go back and fix it, right? I’ll do better next time. Maybe she’ll just think she hallucinated or something.” He hesitated. “How’s Steve?”

“Still in the hospital, but the doctors say he’s healing well. Sam’s with him now.”

“Does he know?”

“No.” She shook her head, her red hair swinging gently. She tucked some of it behind her ear and pretended like she was studying the control panel. “Right now it’s just us, but I feel like it’s only a matter of time before Dr. Strange comes around wondering why Tony wanted to study his necklace.”

“Yeah.” Bucky frowned at the Eye of Agamemnon, which was staring out of Tony’s machine impassively, shining green and looking vaguely sinister amidst the shiny steel and glass device Tony built to harness its power. “Alright, let’s go again.”

Natasha looked at Tony’s scrawled notes, somehow managing to read his handwriting, and did something to the control panel. “Ready?”

Bucky tugged his sleeve and his glove to make sure his arm was covered, and smoothed down his hair under his hat. He took a deep breath and said, “Ok, go.”

This time Bucky flickered into existence in a shady park, near an elaborate playground that only had a couple of kids on it. Bucky’s brow creased as he swiftly examined his surroundings, trying to find Tony. There was one woman sitting on a bench with a baby carrier at her feet, trying to divide her attention between the baby and a blonde hair girl throwing sand in the sandbox. On the far side of the playground a man had a briefcase opened next to him and was deeply absorbed in a file of papers while on the playground the only other kid was a dark-haired boy climbing all the way to the top of the structure, which was at least twenty feet off the ground.

“Dad! Look at me, Dad!” The boy called out as he balanced precariously on the highest railing, one hand holding on while the other waved at the oblivious businessman.

“Goddammit, Howard,” Bucky growled. “Tony, stop!” he shouted as loud as he dared. “Get down!” he went around to the other side of the structure so that Howard wouldn’t see him and gestured for Tony to come down. Tony glanced at him curiously, clearly wondering why this strange man knew his name, but then he turned back to his father.

“Dad!”

Bucky started to climb the structure to get him when Tony lost his balance with a sharp cry of surprise. He caught himself for a minute with one hand, but it quickly slipped off. Bucky managed to catch him as he fell, reaching out through the bars to grab a wrist before Tony could hit the ground. “Come on, grab on,” he urged, and Tony, wide-eyed and breathing shakily from adrenaline, finally grabbed the bars and let Bucky help him climb over until he was standing on one of the playground’s metal walkways. “You ok?”

Tony nodded, still looking like he wanted to cry but holding it in with a tight jaw and damp eyes. Bucky watched him and got a lump in his throat; Tony was already starting to swallow his pain and he was what, six? Bucky knelt down so he was eye to eye with Tony. “Hey, it’s ok. It’s ok to be scared or sad or upset, you know? You don’t have to keep it in all the time. It’s not good for you, like trying to hold in a sneeze.” Bucky mimed holding a sneeze and then having something explode out his ears, and grinned when Tony giggled. “The more you hold in those feelings the worse it gets when they finally come out. Even if you have to go somewhere to be by yourself, cry if you need to, ok? I know what your dad probably says,” Bucky glanced at where Howard had yet to look up from whatever he was writing, “but it doesn’t actually make you less of a man to cry.” Tony looked dubious but he eventually nodded. “I’ve gotta go now, but I want to show you something cool.” When Tony’s eyes lit up, Bucky pulled his glove off and waved his metal fingers at Tony.

“Holy shit!” Tony said and Bucky shushed him with a laugh. “Are you a robot?”

“A little bit. I came from the future to save your life. Be a little more careful so I don’t have so much work to do, ok?” Bucky winked and gave Tony a high five with the metal hand.

He jumped down off the structure and clicked the button on his walkie as soon as he was out of sight of the playground and he was sure no one was around. “Tasha, he’s six. Still too soon, I'm coming back.”

“Bleh,” Bucky said when he appeared back in Tony’s lab, feeling a bit queasy. He waved off Natasha’s curious look and smothered a burp. “Whatever changes you made last time, you gotta do them a bit more this time.”

“Ok. Did anyone see you?”

“Nope,” Bucky lied. “He was on a playground with Howard.” He chugged a bottle of water while Natasha fiddled again with the control panel. He eyed the clock on the wall; even though he had spent maybe ten minutes on the playground, a couple of hours had passed here. Thinking about how long Tony had been gone before they realized what he’d done made Bucky’s stomach roil again, so he pushed the thought away.

“I’m being cautious because I don’t want to go too far,” she explained as Bucky got ready to go back again. “You’ll probably be too soon again, but at least I’ll know what kind of increments this thing is calibrated to.”

Bucky nodded, and then there was a brain hurting blackness and then Bucky was standing in the middle of what looked like a college campus. Someone on a skateboard ran into him and fell down to the pavement when Bucky didn’t give at all. “Watch it, man,” the kid scowled and grabbed his skateboard while Bucky just stared. Bucky knew that he was still too early, because this was probably while Tony was in college, but the prospect of seeing a teenage Tony was too good to pass up. With a guilty mental apology to Natasha, Bucky tried to look less like a shifty hobo while he looked around.

It turned out to be pretty easy to find him, despite the fact that MIT was a pretty large campus. Bucky recognized DUM-E in the middle of one of the brick courtyards, picking up and sorting items out of the pile in front of it. Tony was watching proudly while people were chattering excitedly and adding to the pile for DUM-E to sort. Beside him, Bucky recognized a young Rhodey, elbowing him and making some joke that had Tony laughing.

Bucky let himself watch Tony be happy for a while. The shadows that would haunt Tony’s eyes later were barely present now, the weight of the world only lightly tugging at his shoulders. He rubbed a hand over his sternum, swallowing thickly at the sudden ache in his chest. “Still too soon,” he finally said into his walkie talkie. “I think he’s seventeen.”

“Closer, then. Ok.”

When he was back in Tony’s lab he smothered the urge to punch Tony’s stupid time machine. The queasy feeling was back, and stronger now. “Why doesn’t this goddamned Eye of Amaretto-“

“Agamoto.”

“Whatever come with some instructions? This is so aggravating.” Outside it had grown dark, and Natasha was starting to look tired. Hopefully this would be the last trip.

“We don’t need instructions for the artifact, we need them for the machine, and unfortunately they mostly exist in Tony’s head right now. I think we’re doing ok, honestly. I already have the next jump prepared, are you ready?”

“Yeah.” Natasha gazed at him searchingly; this trip was going to be the hard one, hard for Bucky specifically, but he refused to let her take his place. Not the least because there was no way Bucky would be able to figure out the controls for the machine as fast as Natasha did.

This time Buckly closed his eyes, knowing before he opened them that Natasha had gotten it right this time. The chill in the air, the sound of wind through evergreen trees, the gravel he could feel under his boots. Bucky opened his eyes and saw a dirt road stretch before him, empty and quiet. He took a few shaky breaths and positioned himself by the side of the road to wait.

It took an hour for the sound of a car to reach his ears. Bucky felt his entire body tense and he kept an eye out for the distinctive light of an Iron Man suit. Too soon, Bucky also heard the growl of a motorcycle and he had to breath shallowly or he thought he was going to throw up. When the sound of a blown tire and the screech of brakes came, he forced himself to get closer to the road so that he would see Tony before anyone else did.

But Tony never came. Bucky forced himself to stay for “Sergeant Barnes?” and the sickening crunch of a metal fist hitting Howard’s face, for “Howard? Howard!” and the barely audible sounds of someone being strangled. Even though he knew it was coming the sound of the gunshot made him jump, then came the closing of the trunk and the roar of the motorcycle as the Winter Soldier left.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, listening to the tick and hiss of the damaged motor, before he brought the walkie talkie up to his face, realizing only at that moment that his cheeks were wet. “We were wrong, Natasha. He didn’t come here.”

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