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GOT7 Reaction: Feeling Needy and Texting Their Crush To Meet Them At The Dorms
(Lit there was a couple times I forgot I was writing a reaction and not a one shot and almost made a full on smut XD Enjoy anon! I made this one way, way ahead of when I planned to because of the requests that are lined up before you, but I couldn’t help it because GOT7 are my bbys okok.)
JB had absolutely no idea why, but at the moment he couldn’t get you and your body out of his mind. He was in the middle of a small meeting with the rest of GOT7 when his mind veered to the thought of you and what you would look like bouncing up and down on top of him, your perky breasts held tightly within his hands.
Favourite Acting Scenes – Isak is taken home by Even. (2.10 part 5)
A request from an anon. Also known as the Norwegian ‘Looking’.
the biggest mistakes actors can make in a scene relies on their ability to make
their eye contact convincing. The problem is that often actors feel like they
need to maintain contact with their scene partner through their eyes, as if
that is the only authentic way that the contact between two people in a conversation
is established. The result is that they either are overtly staring at their
scene partner, or they feel very over-active. In all reality, most of the time,
when people are talking to another person they are mostly looking away,
thinking in images, seeing memories. There are exceptions, however; when you’re
(falling) in love is one of them. Yes, you might experience less eye contact at
the beginning because of shyness, but when you feel that strong affection for
someone –even when you’re talking – you will make more eye contact. And that is
what happening in this scene: a lovely progression of how eye contact can make
all the difference in a scene, when a young guy is connecting for the first
time with another guy who might return his affections in the way that he wants
now Isak has felt an attraction to the new guy in school, has had a conversation
with him, watched him walk to his boys, and watched some video on this guy as
well. And in these last two moments, he is quite overtly staring, because he’s
not in direct contact with the person
when Even appears next to him in the tram. This is unexpected, scary, lovely
and a dream come true, all rolled into one moment. Isak is feeling extremely
shy; he only takes very quick looks and that lovesick smile (that we see return
in episode 8) let us know that he thinks, oh
shit, what now!! Even makes a cute birdface, tries to offer him a way in (“awesome
conversation!”), keeps looking at him but when it takes too long to respond he
looks away to find another connection.
But then, Isak thinks, he really searches for words, knows it’s now or never and remembers: he’s at
least eighteen. He looks Even straight in the eyes. You wanna make use of that ID card?
arriving at Even’s place and complimenting the artwork, Isak subtly changes in
front of our eyes. The most interesting about this scene, I feel, is the fact
that we see Isak grow in confidence. Is
it okay that I’m staring at you? During their ‘Smoking in the Windowsill’
moment, Even is already confident in his attraction to this boy: he stares
quite intently, as if he wants to really take this boy in, burn his image into
his memory, show him that he’s interested. Isak returns the eye contact a bit
more frequently but he’s still looking away often. But there’s a moment, where
Even tells him ‘we’ll listen to him later’, that Isak realizes that it’s okay. He still wants me here. He’s responsive to
what’s happening here. Maybe it’s okay that I look at him some more. They
laugh. They joke. They genuinely enjoy each
finally looks outside in a silent moment, Isak takes his chance. You see him
take a conscious decision: I am going to
look at you now. I am really, really interested in you. You’re so beautiful.
He can’t help but give a small smile. Even is in his own world for a second,
probably debating on how this is going to continue further, his eyebrows in a
frown as if he’s thinking intensely.
moment he looks at Isak, his face relaxes.
His smile widens a tiny bit. All his thoughts disappear, at least for a few
‘Making of the Worst Toast in the World’ scene, this game of exchanging looks
continue, but Isak’s not really scared anymore, he’s smiling the entire time. He’s
blatantly staring when Even offers him beer, but this time, he doesn’t look away. Even after that
moment, he keeps staring in small
increments, hearts in his eyes. And
Even, when Isak’s busy with his phone, returns these hearts and gives his own hearts
Should we (put it in the oven)? Even asks.
Let’s go! Isak says.
do. Until Sonja arrives.
Have I been wrong? Isak thinks.
remember, this is not only a scene in which he has to find out whether Even
returns his flourishing feelings; it’s even more important to Isak because he
feels like he has found a kindred spirit, a guy who likes guys, who likes him, a boy. And maybe that is also why he’s been so careful in the beginning: what if Even feels that it’s not okay for me
to look at him like that? It’s a real fear for people within the LGBTQ+
spectrum. But the subtly acted ways of the different eye contact between these
two in this crucial scene has already found an answer for these two.
Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: just look at the gif.
A/N: My tia and tio want to take me to New York for my 18th birthday and I’m like woaahhhh. I’ve only ever been to Las Vegas, California, New Mexico and Texas and I only drove to those places and I’m like freaking outttttt.
The drive home was quiet, the only noise was coming from the radio playing some recent song. You didn’t even glance at Bucky once, just stared out the window until you got home.
The next morning you woke up before Bucky and went down to the kitchen where your mother was making coffee.
“Want a cup?” she questioned.
You sit down and watch your mother pour the coffee into two cups. She sits next to you and takes a sip of hers.
“So,” she spoke softly. “How was Tony’s New Year’s party?”
“It was fun.” you nod. “Had a blast.”
“Uh huh. What happened?” her eyebrow quirked up and you look at her questioningly.
“How do you know something happened?”
She scoffed. “I’m your mother. I know everything.” she responds. “So tell me what happened.”
You let out a sigh, taking a large drink of your coffee. “Bucky kissed me last night.”
Your mother nearly spit out her coffee. “What?!”
Your eyes widen and you shove her shoulder. “Will you be quiet?!”
“Sorry, sorry.” she whispered. “So he kissed you?”
You nod. “I turned to tell him happy New Year and he kissed me.”
“What happened after that?”
You watch as your mothers’ eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean ‘nothing’?”
“I mean nothing.” you shrug. “After we kissed Natasha came by and pulled me away to do shots with her. We haven’t talked about it.”
Your mother shook her head. “You need to talk to him.”
You frown. “I know. I’m just scared that-”
You stop talking when Bucky enters the kitchen. He rubs his eyes like a child would before looking at you and your mother.
“Oh, hey.” he says.
“Morning Bucky.” your mother smiles then turns to you. “Well I should bring your dad some Advil. He was doing the worm last night.”
You nod and watch your mother leave the kitchen before turning to Bucky. “You hungry?”
You flash him a small smile and stand up. “I’ll make you some pancakes.”
You make your way around the counter when Bucky says your name, causing you to turn to him.
“How about we go to IHop?”
You watch as Bucky shoves a forkful of pancakes in his mouth while you took small sips of the hot chocolate in your hand. Bucky looks at you and smiles and you do the same before clearing your throat and speaking.
“We need to talk.”
He was hoping there wasn’t going to be a talk. Bucky quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and drank his apple juice.
“Uh… right, yeah.” he cleared his throat. “About last night-”
“Why did you kiss me?”
“Ripping the bandage off, huh?” he chuckled. You folded your arms across your chest and he licked his lips. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood.”
“Why did you kiss me?” you repeat.
Bucky exhaled. “I didn’t mean to. I had too much to drink and it was in the heat of the moment.”
“So it wasn’t on purpose?”
Bucky shook his head. “No.”
You wished he had said yes. Even though you knew it was fucked up, you wished he said yes.
“Can we just… forget that ever happened?” he pulled you back to reality. “I just… it was a mistake. I would’ve never done it sober, I wouldn’t hurt Kristen like that I-”
“It’s forgotten.” you cut him off. You weren’t going to sit there and listen to him tell you that it was a mistake – that you were a mistake and how he would never hurt Kristen and Kristen this and Kristen that and Kristen, Kristen, Kristen. “Don’t worry. I know how much you like Kristen, my lips are sealed.”
Bucky smiled. “Thank you so much, Y/N.”
“Yeah…” you return the smile although it didn’t reach your eyes. “No problem.”
Christmas break soon came to an end which meant going back to the campus, in the warmth of your apartment. Upon getting home, Wanda and Natasha bombarded you with questions and Natasha didn’t fail to remind you that you had to tell Bucky how you feel otherwise she’d take matters into her owns hands.
It had been two days since you got back and you were on your way home from the campus when Bucky caught up to you in the hallway.
“Hey, wait up.” he grunted out. You stop walking and turn around, seeing Bucky jog over to you.
“Hey sorry, I didn’t hear you.” you apologize.
“It’s cool.” he shrugged as the two of you start walking again. “It’s good to be back.”
“Right? I didn’t know how much I missed the apartment until I got home.” you chuckle.
“Yeah, I stayed in bed for the rest of the day.” he says. “I saw Kristen yesterday and gosh. I missed her so much. I spent the entire day clinging to her. She’s just so… so… perfect.” you look up at him, seeing a big smile on his face and frown. Natasha’s words echo through your head.
You can’t keep your feelings all bottled up.
Stop hurting yourself like this.
You need to tell him how you feel.
“Bucky,” your mouth spews out before your brain could even process what was about to happen.
The two of you had reached your apartment door and stopped walking.
“Yeah?” he turned to you.
It was now or never. You had to do it, you just had to. You couldn’t keep everything bottled up anymore. You were just hurting yourself more and he deserved to know. Sure nothing may happen when you do and sure you may be putting your friendship on the line but little by little it was hurting you to be around Bucky.
“We need to talk. About everything.”
Bucky’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “What do you mean?”
You let out a frustrated sigh. “I mean everything. The times you’ve almost kissed me, the time we actually kissed, everything.”
Bucky leaned in close. “I thought we said we were gonna forget that ever happened.”
“Well I don’t want to. Not anymore. We’ve just brushed everything aside and never really talked about anything.”
“Y/N.” he closed his eyes. “Please, let’s not do this. Let’s just forget about-”
“No! We’re not gonna forget about anything until we talk.” you fold your arms across your chest.
“Fine! Fine, let’s talk.” he copies your body movement before gesturing for you to speak.
“Tony’s New Year’s party. Why did you kiss me?” he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “-and don’t give me that ‘I had a lot to drink’ bullshit cause we both know you didn’t drink more than three drinks and you need way more to get drunk.”
Bucky sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know okay. I don’t have a reason for why I kissed you, it just happened. I saw everyone kissing someone and… I don’t know, I saw you and you looked really beautiful and I couldn’t help myself.”
You watch Bucky tuck his hair behind his ears. You didn’t know what to make out of this. Was there a possibility that he liked you? Or was he just like ‘hey, everyone else is kissing so why not’. Your silence made Bucky continue.
“And all those other times I’ve tried kissing you, it was just… you’re really pretty Y/N. There’s no denying that. The first time, when we were laying on your bed I took my time looking at you and I just had the urge to kiss you and I thought you wanted to kiss me too but then you got up and left the room. The second time was Christmas and… I just wanted to kiss you so bad. I don’t even know why. But then Kristen called and I was brought back to reality.”
When you hear Kristen’s name fall from his lips, you take a step back, colliding with your apartment door to put some space between you and Bucky but he takes a step forward. He had to like you, right? He’s talking about how much he wanted to kiss you and his body language right now makes you think that he wants to do it again. You see his eyes flicker down to your lips and he bites down on his bottom lip. He likes you. He’s making it very clear that he likes you. Now was the time. You were going to tell him how you felt.
You smile. “Bucky I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen and I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to tell you. But, I’m in love with you. Nat kept telling me to tell you but I never did. I guess I was scared of rejection and what would happen to our friendship but it’s beginning to get harder and harder to be around you, especially when all you do is talk about Kristen.” you study his facial expression for a few seconds before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, Kristen is a really nice girl, Bucky and maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut about my feelings for you but I can’t go on living my life based on the what-if’s. I’m standing here in front of you, telling you that I’m madly in love with you, risking everything in hopes you feel the same way.”
You didn’t realize your eyes were filled with tears until they fell down your cheeks. “So do you?”
A few seconds passed before Bucky starts laughing, catching you completely off guard. “That was some good acting, Y/N. I didn’t know you were taking theater.”
He thought you were acting. He wasn’t taking any of this seriously.
“I’m not acting, Bucky. I’m being serious. You can ask any of our friends. They all know that I have feelings for you.” you wipe your tears away.
The smile that was on Bucky’s face from laughing slowly disappears. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’m in love with you, Bucky! Since we were sixteen! I want to be the one you hold hands with and the one you kiss. I want to go on dates with you and call you mine. I want to do cute things that couples do. I just want to be with you. You make me happy.” you reach up and place your hand on his arm softly. “Please tell me you feel the same way.”
The two of you stare at each other and it looks like he’s going to kiss you until he scowls at you and yanks his arm out of your grasp as he takes a step away from you. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped and you gasp, hearing the hostility in his voice. “Why would you tell me all this when you know I’m in a relationship with Kristen? You know how much I like her, why would you – what did you think was going to happen? That I was going to be like ‘oh I love you too’ and drop Kristen to be with you?”
You start crying again but this doesn’t stop Bucky.
“I don’t know why the hell you’d tell me this now. You had five years to do it and you wait till I’m in a relationship with a girl that I really like to tell me. I was happy, Y/N. And then you go and throw this shit on me and-” he stops speaking and just sighs.
“Bucky,” you whimper. “I’m sorry, I know what it looks like but I promise you my intentions were to only tell you how I felt. I couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore.” he doesn’t look at you and you touch his arm only to have him move. “Bucky please. Let’s just talk, don’t-”
“I can’t do this with you, Y/N.” he says, stepping back.
“Buck.” you sob.
He looks at you, heart clenching at the sight of you crying and guilt filling him. But he doesn’t move from his spot. He opens his mouth to say something when the elevator dings. Bucky turns his head to see who’s there while you cover your face with your hands, crying.
Kristen. It was Kristen who got off the elevator. She sees you crying and a look of concern washed over her face. “Is everything okay?”
You remove your hands and look at Bucky. The handsome brunette turns and looks at you before nodding. “Everything’s fine. Let’s go.”
You watch him walk over to Kristen, placing his hand on the small of her back as he guided her into his apartment. He glances at you once more before shutting his door.
You let out a loud sob, being unable to contain it before you rush into your apartment. You lock your door and throw yourself on your bed, drowning your cries and sobs and tears into your pillow.
A/N: This took me 5ever to write. I hope ya guys enjoyed this part, tell me what ya think!
A/N: well, this seems to be one of my more popular fics, so I decided to write a part 2! Go me!
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: All of the smut. Oral (Male and female receiving), Squirting, very intense orgasms, and um idk. Slight Dom!Cas. It’s just really smutty. bring a clean pair of undies. Don’t worry though, there’s a fluffy ending.
Next time did in fact come around. The very next day you’d found yourself pinned against the wall in the hallway outside your bedroom, hanging onto Cas as he had his way with you yet again, not that you were complaining.
You’d thought of Castiel this way before, but you’d had no idea it’s what he wanted as well. And from what you could tell, he wanted it bad.
Sam and Dean had found a case immediately after their werewolf case, a few towns over from where they already were, so they’d just went straight there.
this first photo picked up so many notes (270 currently!!) and I received many compliments and a few people who even called me an inspiration! That means a lot! Having this bad of a breakout was an honest to god low point in my life. It made me depressed, anxious, and extremely insecure about being around people. I took photos with my shirt over my mouth. Uploading this was a way for me to hopefully help people who were possibly dealing with the same, if not, more acne! And it actually did help.
I felt the need to upload a recent selfie replicating almost the exact same pose to show my skin today, as you can see, it went down by a lot.
Acne passes, and you deserve to feel beautiful with it, because believe me please when I say that you are. Everyone of you is such a beautiful person that words can’t explain it, and I’ve never been happier knowing you exist.
Eliza takes a deep breath, trying to gear herself up as she gets onto her tiptoes for the third time in the past minute. She extends her hand as far as it will go, reaching up as high as she can, basically the closest she’s ever been to levitating right off the ground. Her fingers barely brush against smooth wood before she’s flat on her heels again, huffing out a breath of frustration.
She tilts her head back, narrowing her eyes at one of the books on the second highest shelf of the bookcase, hoping her glare will just knock it down. But it stays stubbornly where it is, lodged between two other books. Eliza glares even harder.
It’s the perfect book for her research paper, and of course there’s not an online version, because the universe really seems to be out to get her today. Eliza doesn’t know what she’ll do if she can’t get that book. Her paper is due in three days. She needs that book.
Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, Eliza takes another slow, deep breath. “Okay,” she murmurs to herself, bouncing a little on her feet. “I can do this. Just-” She jumps, reaching her hand up and cursing softly when her hand just smacks uselessly against the shelf. She tries again. And again. And again. “Dammit,” Eliza hisses. If she was just two inches taller, if she was-
Eliza spins at the voice, coming face to face with a maroon colored shirt. She pulls her eyes up higher, meeting the slightly amused gaze of another girl. “Sorry?” Eliza asks. “I didn’t hear y-”
“Do you need help?” The girl says, slowly, and with a smile on her lips. She’s got a deep purple color of lipstick on, and Eliza forces herself to tear her eyes away. It’s a nice color.
“O-oh,” Eliza stammers out, not realizing that other people probably saw what looked like her attacking a bookcase. “I…yeah, I just really need this book.” She points up, not checking to see if she’s pointing to the right one. The girl has a really nice smile. “But I can’t reach.”
“Let me.” She steps forward, and Eliza blushes when their arms brush against each other for a brief moment as she steps aside to give the girl more room. “This one?”
Eliza looks up to where her hand is, and she tilts her head. “Next one over.”
The girl nods and grabs it easily, bringing it down and turning it so the cover is facing her. “The Gothic Tradition,” she reads aloud, an eyebrow quirking up. “Interesting.”
“It’s for my intro class,” Eliza tells her, holding a hand out for the book. But the girl just keeps looking at it. “Which is due soon, so…” She trails off, unsure of how to tell the girl nicely that she really needs that book.
“For Montgomery’s class?” The girl asks, laughing a little when Eliza nods. “Let me guess, he assigned it last minute? A ten page paper with just one,” she waves the book, “outside source?”
“You took his class?”
“Yep.” The girl opens the book and starts to flip through it. “This paper kicked my ass. I mean, the process did. I aced it though.”
“Y-you did?” Eliza asks, stepping closer. She’s never been able to pull an A on one of Montgomery’s papers yet. But this one…she’s determined. “How?”
The girl shrugs. “I’m just that good,” she teases, and Eliza rolls her eyes, but she can feel a smile tugging at her lips. “Here.” The girl pulls out a pen, and Eliza watches with wide eyes as she starts to write something on one of the pages.
“But you…that’s a…” Eliza mouths wordlessly at the girl, hoping she won’t get charged for marking up the book. “What are you doing?”
“Leaving you some notes,” the girl tells her with another smile. “They’ll help you out with the paper.” She flips the book shut and hands it to Eliza, still smiling, and Eliza feels her face flushing again. “You know, wearing heels might help out your height problem. You could get all the books you want that way.”
Eliza laughs at that. “Too clumsy as it is.” She hugs the book to her chest. “Thanks, though.” She bites her lip as the girl nods her head, dark curls bouncing as she does. “I’m Eliza.”
“Theodosia,” Eliza murmurs, liking the way the name sounds, the way her lips move when she says it. “Nice to meet you.”
Theodosia holds out a hand for Eliza to shake, which she does, her hand shaking just a little. Theodosia’s hand is smooth and warm wrapped around hers. “Nice to meet you, too, Eliza.”
Eliza likes the way her own name sounds when Theodosia says it.
“Well I should…” Eliza gestures vaguely around her, taking a slight step back. “But thank you.” She winces internally, realizing she had already said that to Theodosia.
But Theodosia just shrugs. “Anytime.” She turns and starts to walk away, pausing to look back. “Don’t forget to look at my notes.” And then she’s giving Eliza one last smile before disappearing behind another one of the shelves.
Eliza stands there a moment longer, cheeks still flushed and a smile on her face. She should hang out in the library more often.
She takes the book to the front desk, showing the person working there her ID and then thanking them once she successfully checks the book out. She trots down the stairs of the library, only stopping once she’s all the way down.
Holding out the book in front of her, Eliza starts to flip through it, keeping an eye out for any handwriting. A few pages have underlining and stars written next to certain paragraphs, but it isn’t until the middle of the book that Eliza sees actual writing. But it’s not notes.
It’s a phone number.
Eliza bites her lip, feeling her heart jump in her chest as her eyes roam over the numbers, gaze landing on the small note beside it.
In case you ever need help reaching more books - Theodosia.
Eliza smiles, her cheeks hurting a little from the force of it. But she can’t stop. She only hesitates a moment before pulling out her phone, punching the number into her contacts and putting a lipstick emoji next to Theodosia’s name. Then she calls.
Maybe she can get notes from Theodosia for the paper in person. Over dinner.
From the day you were born, Regulus, I knew I’d be there for you. Even if you didn’t.
I was allowed to hold you when you were two days old. I didn’t notice how closely they were watching me; I wasn’t even two, after all, and you were so small.
With my sticky toddler fingers, I held your tiny pink hands for hours and days, and when they grabbed mine, my face brightened up, and so did yours.
When you first tried to crawl, I got down on my knees and taught you how to do it right. It took you a while to catch on, but when you did, you started chasing me. You always wanted to be with me, and I was always there.
When you were one year old, little Reggie, you learnt how to walk. I led you out of your nursery, walking backwards in front of you, holding your fat little forearms, and you followed me and beamed at me. Mother got upset with me, and you cried. I wasn’t mad at her for telling me off, I was mad because she had made you sad. But she picked you up and cradled you in her arms until you smiled.
I got a toy Quaffle for my fourth birthday from Uncle Alphard. I taught you how to hold and throw it. I didn’t know a lot about Quidditch back then, but I explained everything I knew to you. You were a patient listener. You’d always listen to me, understand me, and you followed me everywhere I went. You were like my little sidekick, Reg, and whenever I wanted to build a pillow fort, I’d tell you what to do and you’d help me do it. You’d bring me stuffed animals to cuddle and books to read to you. I couldn’t actually read yet, but I’d just make something up and you’d listen to me.
I learnt how to read when I was six. I wasn’t very good at it and I didn’t like the books mother gave me. I still tried to teach you how to do it, because you asked me how. You were a fast learner, Regulus. We ended up learning together, and I liked it better in the end. I’d still read stories to you. Babbitty Rabbitty was your favourite.
You were six, my little Reggie, when I had the glorious idea of making the walls in my room more optically appealing. I asked you to help me paint over the boring old silk wallpaper, and you helped. I thought it ended up being really beautiful, but Mother didn’t think so. She yelled at us and slapped our hands, mine a bit harder because I was older. We both cried.
But Reggie, can you remember the times we went to see Uncle Alphard? Mother didn’t like him because he’d have different women over almost every time we went to see him and didn’t marry, but he had a large garden and let us play Quidditch. You were a faster flier, and I was a better chaser. And one time, when you were seven, Narcissa and Andromeda showed you how to make daisy chains. You got impatient quickly, but you made one for me to put into my long hair like Cissy. That was the only time you made a daisy chain in your life.
I got a chess set for my ninth birthday, and I taught you how to play. I had played with Uncle Alphard very often, and I thought I’d be better than you. It didn’t take you long to outsmart me. I guess you’ve always been more of a strategist than me. Still, I loved playing with you.
When you were eight, you accidentally knocked over a vase with the new broomstick you’d gotten for Christmas. Mother snapped and yelled at you, dug her claws into your lean little shoulders and shook you until you were weeping. When I tried to tell her to stop, she pushed me against the wall. My back hurt for weeks, but I just had to protect you. As always.
When I was ten and you were nine, we made up a story about two little boys who had no parents, just each other, and they found a golden treasure in the Jungle. The animals took them to an old fortress, and they ended up living there happily ever after. We built our fortress out of paper boxes, and Mother told us we were too old for these ridiculous little plays. Toujours Pur, we learned, meant Always Boring.
Mother stiffly hugged me when I got my Hogwarts letter and faked a smile, but she took me to Diagon Alley and bought all my stuff for me. I was the Heir. Regulus, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice you trailing behind us like a stray cat.
The morning I left, Father wasn’t home. When I didn’t hurry up, Mother screamed at me and kicked me down the stairs. I was almost used to these incidents. You didn’t try to help me, you never did. You just stood there, your face white, your lip trembling, and when she was gone you hugged me tightly around the waist and asked if I was alright. That was your way of helping me. As always.
I’m sorry, little Reggie, for making you cry by leaving, but I had to. I wouldn’t have made it out alive.
I’m sorry for finding more brothers in Hogwarts.
I’m sorry for not being a Slytherin. I’m sorry for telling you. I’m so sorry for what they did to you when you were the one to tell them. You shouldn’t have.
I’m sorry I didn’t come home for Christmas that year. That was selfish, but I didn’t realise until later.
Oh, Regulus, I missed your letters.
You wrote to me almost every day in the beginning, telling me new things, sending me the books you were reading.
I watched all the pieces of you that Mother ripped out of you fade into nothingness as your letters arrived less frequently and became dull and empty. It wasn’t you any more who had written them, not truly, just a shell. I’m sorry I thrived while you suffered.
You were pale and thin when I came back home. Kreacher had been your only friend, and you flinched when I tried to hug you, as though you were always prepared for someone hurting you. Mother had carved Toujours Pur into your flesh with a knife. Seeing the white scar on your lower back was the worst thing Mother had ever done to me, because I should have come home for Christmas.
You weren’t smiling any more. But I took you to the lake and taught you how to swim. I loved you with every cell of my heart and brain, my baby brother. I’d let you sleep in my bedroom every night because it made your nightmares go away, even though I had nightmares, too. Mother wasn’t making us feel at home. I was glad you’d gotten your letter, too. I wanted Hogwarts to become our home, and when you didn’t become a Gryffindor like me, James helped me smuggle you into our dorm.
I didn’t return home for Christmas. But this time, you were there with me, and you smiled even when Mother didn’t send us any presents. Because we had each other. Remember? Do you remember how we were always safe when we had each other?
Oh, little brother, I love you so much. I wish it had always stayed that way. Please, please come back.
You never liked the way you looked. You always thought that there was someone better. Being Sodapop’s girlfriend didn’t really help your self esteem because you always saw beautiful girls that wanted him to be theirs instead of yours.
You got from work and it was a day sent to you by the devil. To make it even worse, you drove by the DX and saw a beautiful, blonde-headed girl flirting with Soda. Of course he was oblivious, and he thought nothing of it. And normally this wouldn’t bother you because it was normal, but today it really stung.
You walked in the door of your house and immediately went back to your room. You closed the door and sat down on the bed, beginning to think. You thought about how Soda deserves someone better than you. You looked over at the full length mirror and walked over to it. Looking at yourself, you started to cry. Your sobs echoed through the whole house, but you didn’t care. No one was in there with you.
Or, that is what you thought at least.
Soda walked in the door and heard you crying, so he was quiet. He walked back to your room and quietly opened the door, watching you. He had never seen you cry like this before. And the worst part was, you had no idea that he was watching.
You unbuttoned your flannel and took it off, leaving you in only your bra and your jeans. You found every little flaw. You found every stretch mark, every freckle, every mole and you started to cry harder. You thought that you were (too fat/too skinny) and you thought so many negative things.
“God,” you said quietly, “why am I not as pretty as these other girls? Why am I not like them? He deserves better than me. He has all these gorgeous girls wanting him, but he still chose me. I don’t understand. He picked the worst one.”
This is when Soda decided to step in. He stepped closer to you and said, “(Y/N), I did not pick the worst one.”
“Oh no,” you sniffed, “how much did you hear?”
“I heard just enough,” he walked over and gripped you in a tight hug. “Why did you say all that stuff about yourself?”
“Because it’s all true. I am ugly and you deserve someone so much better.”
“(Y/N) please, never think that. I chose you because you’re you.”
“But–,” he stopped you before you could finish.
“Look baby, beauty comes in all kinds of different forms, but yours is my favorite,” he smiled and you did too.
A/N: I am so sorry, this is so terrible and cringe. If you liked it though, good for you. Thanks for reading!
Lance was an asshole. Period. They didn’t call him ‘The Fucker’ for nothing. But, damn, if you didn’t want him. Badly.
You knew it would be a one time thing. There’s no “more” with Lance. And it’s no secret that he’s been around. You didn’t care. You knew you’d do anything.
He walked into the training facility early that morning. You were already there, warming up and stretching, when you felt his eyes on you. “Morning, Coach,” you said with a small wave. He just gave you a smile and kept walking.
‘Damn him’, you thought to yourself, sitting up on the mat. 'Time to make a move’ you told yourself, and marched to his office.
The door was slightly opened and you could see him sitting at the desk, arms behind his head and feet up, eyes closed.
You cleared your throat and his eyes shot open. “Can I help you?,” he asked with a sarcastic tone, but he grinned like he knew. Of course he knew.
“Sorry, coach,” you started, innocent look on your face and he sat up, “I’m having trouble stretching. Can you help?,” you finished and you could see the fire in his eyes.
He got up out of the chair and walked over to you, standing as close as he could. He chuckled quietly and you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He ran a finger over your jaw, making your mouth drop and letting a moan escape.
He grinned again and put his lips on your ear, “I don’t think you really want me to help you stretch, beautiful,” he whispered and you couldn’t help but moan again.
He laughed. “Keep moaning like that and we won’t even make it out of the office,” he said, voice dropping.
You looked up at him and just shrugged and he reached down and ran his finger under the band of your shorts.
You moaned again, this time louder and he groaned, “oh, that’s it, baby doll,” he said, quickly flipping you around and bending you over the desk
.He ran a hand slowly down you back until he pulled down your shorts and panties in one shot.
He snaked his hand around, feeling how wet you were and let out a low moan. “You know I’m not going to take it easy on you,” he breathed out, and you nodded. “Comin’ in here,” he panted out, pushing himself against you, “practically beggin’ me to fuck you,” he said and you whimpered.
"Is that what you want?,“ he asked, his voice dark, and you nodded frantically as he slid himself into you, letting out a loud groan at the sensation. "So tight, gorgeous,” he said through gritted teeth, picking up the pace, pounding into you so hard that you could barely hold on.
"That’s it,“ he huffed, "clench around me. Come on, doll face, cum for Lance,” he growled and that was all you needed, cumming hard and screaming his name. He moved faster, strokes becoming erratic as he found his own release.
He pulled out and helped you up, reaching down to grab your shorts and handing them to you. You felt yourself blush as he walked back around to his chair, sitting and throwing his arms back around his head, like nothing happened.
You pulled your shorts back up, unsure what to say, so you just walked to the door, turning the handle.
Just as you walked out, you heard him. “Had fun babe, but that was a once in a lifetime deal.”
Jinho: Shower you with gifts. the cutie cant help but get upset as well. He love you more than anything and to hear that you hate your body and your overall self will put him in a state where he will feel like it’s his fault somehow and to step it up as a bf.
“You are so beautiful to me…when you say stuff like that about yourself it breaks my heart.”
Hui: more skinship than ever before. Reminds you every morning when you wake up how beautiful you look. “Good morning beautiful.” And whenever your doubting yourself, he will literally hold your waist and pull you close, with a serious expression while staring into your eyes and say “Hey. I mean it.”
Hongseok: "literally You are so damn beautiful. All I can see is you, I don’t want anyone else. I literally don’t get it?“ Still doesn’t get how a beautiful girl like you can feel anything else but beautiful.
Yeo-one: Treats you like a damn queen. Never once makes you feel like you need to question whether or not he loves you. Public affection is very big with him as well, he will treat you like the most beautiful woman on earth.
Edawn: Doesn’t really know how to help, it hurts him to see you like that too. Gets frustrated with himself. "I’m sorry. I love you so much and I don’t know what to do. I’m in love with you, thats all I know. And I don’t want you to change anything about yourself. Not one bit.”
Kino: “How come I can’t find these imperfections you so often say you have? You are more than perfect to me.” Tries to work it out with you, one day at a time. Very patient. Doesn’t ever get frustrated with you.
Shinwon: doesnt know how to say the right words so he takes you out to eat and showers u with surprise dates. Real romantic, doesn’t even look at anyone else when your with him. Literally stares at you throughout the whole date as if you are his entire world while his heart is hurting inside.
Yuto: man of tears. Another man to blame himself. Holds you and whispers sweet nothings while crying as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “I love you so much, Please don’t think horrible things about yourself.”
Yanan: doesnt understand but still tries to help. “Who said you were imperfect??! Your the most perfect girl I know! Don’t listen to anyone. And stop idolizing those super skinny girls on tv. Your body is the best body for me.” Keeps trying to make you eat too.
Wooseok: Always tries to cheer you up and make you laugh. Hes very talkative when making you smile but when there are times where you are crying because you are so insecure, he won’t say anything and will just pull you into his embrace. Just know even when he doesn’t have anything to say, he cares so much. He just knows when to be respectful and not be silly.
This is honestly absolutely rubbish and cringy af but who cares right, it’s cute so hopefully you guys will still like it ! I’m in a real lack of inspiration right now, I had a few productive weeks but now I’m really struggling so i’m counting on you to send me some requests, my loves xx
a nice evening.” Y/N said, smiling over to the driver before
hoping out of the Uber. As she stepped out of the car, she looked
around for the restaurant and walked towards its entrance, stopping
to wait for her friends. Her view was suddenly blocked by someone who
had put their hands on her eyes and she smiled to herself, exactly
knowing who it was. “Well that is really cheeky, Joseph.” She
said before she was finally able to see again and she turned around
to face a smiling Joe. “How did you know?” Joe chuckled before
pulling her into a hug. “I know you all too well.” She teased,
inhaling his warming scent and hug lasted for far too long. “You
sure do.” Joe teased back, before pulling away to smile at her. The
two best friends were snapped out of their stare as she spotted two
of their other friends walking over to them. The fake blonde grinned
at her and walked over to her, pulling into a tight hug. “You literally saw me two days ago, silly.” She
laughed as Jack was still holding her and he kissed her cheek. “That was too
long.” He said, pouting before Mikey leaned in to pull her in a hug
as well. “Hey, LP.” Y/N said , smiling over at him and they
all looked at each other before finally entering the restaurant.
four friends walked over to a small table, Jack sat next to Y/N as Mikey was sitting next to Joe. And Y/N was happy with that
because Joe was sitting in front of her and for a moment, she could
picture this being a date with only the two of them but it wasn’t.
hour later, the friendly dinner was going on as a normal night out
but Y/N’s mind was somewhere else. Because throughout the whole
dinner, the boys had been paying attention to the apparently really
attractive girls sitting behind them and it felt as if she was
invisible to them. But in fact, she wasn’t because Joe’s eyes were
only focused on her. “I know why you wanted to sit there, you
plonker.” Jack exclaimed , chuckling with Mikey. “What do you
mean?” Joe frowned at his mate as he was getting annoyed by their
tipsy attitude. He didn’t care about those girls, she was the only
one. “Getting a better view on the pretty ladies, huh?” Mikey
joked and Joe simply rolled his eyes at his comment but he quickly
noticed how Y/N was so quiet and it worried him. “Is everything
alright?” Joe asked, not even paying to his friends comments
anymore. Y/N flinched at the question, her gaze on the plate in
front of her. “Yeah.” She simply said, offering him a weak smile
but she had been his best friends for ages, he knew she was lying.
“You can tell me anything, you know.” Joe stated, his eyes
meeting hers. “I’m fine. I just need some air.” Y/N said and
before he could do anything, she was already walking out of the
restaurant. It didn’t took long for Joe to get up but just as he was
about to catch her up, a girl from the table was blocking his way.
“Call me.” She said, sending him a wink and his eyes fell in the
piece of paper in her hand and Joe looked over to Jack who send him a
nod. Joe glanced over the girl’s shoulder, seeing Y/N stepping
through the door. “My heart is taken.” Joe said firmly, brushing
past the girl and running out of the restaurant.
wrong?” He said as soon as he stepped out of the restaurant and his
eyes fell on her. “Are you all that blind?” Y/N scoffed
before turning around to face her best friend properly and Joe simply
frowned, stepping closer. “You’re all just fantasizing on those
random beautiful girls and I’m just standing there, completely
transparent.” She explained, watching Joe’s glare soften. “I’m
not the girl people pay attention to. It’s selfish I know but it’s
true.” She finished, eyes locked onto the ground. Joe knew her
insecurities and had heard her say things like that before but if
only she knew how wrong she was. Because in a room full of people,
his eyes were always drawled back to her. Joe stepped closer until
their bodies were only inches away and he grabbed hold of her hand.
“It’s funny you say that because there’s actually this really
beautiful girl that I can’t help but notice every time she walks in a
room.” Joe said, his hand moving to her cheek and she smiled,
feeling her cheeks flush red. “Who cares about the other girls, the
only one I want is you.” He said and before she could reply, he had
already pressed their lips together. Y/N snaked her arms around
his neck, deepening the kiss. “It took you bloody ages to do that.” Y/N mumbled against his lips and Joe let out a laugh.
enough, they were both walking back into the restaurant, earning some
confused looks from their friends and as they were walking by the
table full of girls, Joe made sure that they would notice his fingers
locked with Y/N’s before sitting down.