you could tell how genuinely regretful he is

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request RFAS reactiion to a MC that tend to not shine through her negative feelings. Like of she feels anything positive, she will let it through. But if shes sad/angry or something else negative she will just bottle it up. (And sometimes the bottle can spill over).

This one took forever for me to write. I hope this is still okay. I’m gonna put this under the cut, so if it doesn’t work, use the link in my masterlist to read it.

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anonymous asked:

I just thought of this scenario, and I'm so proud of myself. Yuri on Ice au where Todoroki's s/o is a figure skater, sorry if it's lame <3

No worries lovely, it’s entirely fine! <3 and I hope you don’t mind that I answered in headcanons, since that was the best I could come up with. Aside from that, I hope I could write it well enough and that you’re going to like it!


- Todoroki shows up to as many of their performances as possible. Should he be unable to make it, because something important happening at the last second, he’ll tell them and apologize, being genuinely regretful.

- He’s full of quiet praise for his partner. He tells them he admires their hard work and he likes how happy they look on the ice.

- If his partner has some free time, Todoroki learns to skate as well and joins them on the rink for a couple of easy, slow rounds.

- He likes to train together with them, be it going for a run or lifting weights, Todoroki enjoys spending time with them. They don’t even need to talk or anything of the sort; he’s simply and secretly happy and content to be around them or to have them around.

- Todoroki brings flowers or sweets to their performances if they like that. If his partner isn’t one for flowers or snacks, he takes them out for dinner or makes sure their favorite movie waits for them when they come back, so they can unwind and talk or rest up.

secrets - part 6

DRACO X READER

WARNINGS: none (harry potter spoilers???)

SYNOPSIS: Draco and Y/N are hiding their relationship from her father, who happens to be their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for their sixth year at Hogwarts. Her father incidentally finds out about the two of them and is not particularly happy about it…

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“So it was your body?” Luna said, taking a bite of her food. 

“Yeah,” Cho piped in before I could answer, “it was so intense.”

“How peculiar.” Luna said.

“Guys, can we please not talk about it?” I asked. I hadn’t been able to let go of the image of the boggart, let alone what it did to Draco yesterday.

I was suddenly startled when I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I jumped and whipped my head around, and was shocked to see my dad, looking down at me with a weary look on his face.

“Can I talk to you? In my office?” he said.

I swallowed. “Okay.”

As I was standing up, Cho mouthed good luck. I gave her a small smile in return. I slowly followed my dad all the way from the Great Hall to his office, awkwardly walking behind him.

When we walked in, my heart rate doubled as I saw Draco’s blonde head turn around to face us.

“What is this?” I asked, cautiously.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Sit down.” my dad said before taking a seat behind his desk.

I planted myself in the chair next to Draco, and was vividly brought back to that night my dad found out about us. I was hit with a startling sense of déjà vu.

I glanced at Draco, who gave me the tiniest of smiles. I could tell by his face and his long, twitching fingers that he was feeling quite anxious.

My dad exhaled before saying, “I want to apologize - to both of you.”

We both looked over at him, clearly surprised.

“Okay.” I breathed.

My father’s eyes moved to Draco. “Malf- Draco, I should not have accused you and your family of those dreadful things. I really shouldn’t have judged you, at all.”

I pressed my lips together and looked over at Draco, who just nodded in response to my dad.

“And Y/N,” my dad said, causing me to turn back to him. “I really should not have called you… what I did. I feel… terribly awful, and it will never happen again.”

I could tell he was being genuine, from the tone of his voice to the wrinkles in his forehead. I knew that he truly regretted what he said.

“It’s okay.” I said, barely above a whisper. 

“No, it’s not okay. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I am deeply, truly sorry.” he said.

I nodded, not really knowing what else to say.

“And, the events of yesterday,” my father continued, “have helped me realize just how much you care about my daughter, Draco. Just how much you both care about each other. And… I’m sorry that I judged your relationship so quickly.”

Draco nodded, again. I swallowed, and felt the corners of my mouth curl up very slightly. Silence ensued.

My dad sighed. “What I guess I am trying to say, is… I’m terribly sorry for how I acted. I’m learning to be okay with this. I just want you to be happy, Y/N.” he said and smiled at me.

“Thank you.” I said. “I’m sorry for hiding this from you for so long.”

“I understand why you did.” he replied. 

A short silence followed, before Draco finally spoke.”Thank you, sir.”

My father smiled. He stood up, and Draco and I followed. My dad held his hand out, and Draco took it, shaking it and curtly nodding.

“And if you’re able to, we’d love to have you over sometime during the Christmas holiday.” my dad said to Draco.

I smiled.

“I’d like that very much, sir.” Draco replied.

My dad walked around his desk and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, soaking up the comfort I’d missed in the past few months.

“I’ll let you guys go now.” he said, after pulling away.


A huge breath escaped my lips once Draco and I were out of my father’s office and back in the quiet halls.

Draco ran a hand through his blonde hair and audibly exhaled as well.

“Are you alright?” I asked him, a small smile on my lips.

His eyes met mine. “Yes. I’m fine. Are you?”

“Yeah.” I said, nodding. “It’s finally over.”

Draco gulped. “Is it?”

My eyebrows scrunched toward one another and I asked, “What do you mean?”

Draco leaned against the stone wall. “Your dad apologized for accusing my family of being Death Eaters. But…”

My lips parted as I understood what he meant.

Draco Malfoy didn’t have to finish his sentence, because the mark branded onto his left forearm said enough.


I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! SORRY THIS WAS KIND OF BORING, BUT I’M WORKING ON THE NEXT PART RIGHT NOW! COMING SOON.

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The Bet // Luke Hemmings (Part 2)

Requested: Nope

Warnings/Rating: language, smut (not yet), alcohol, and drugs oops

Word Count: Idek why I put this here

Synopsis: College fratboy Luke Hemmings makes a bet with his friends concerning an innocent virgin named Roselyn; he has to take her virginity by the end of the month.

A/N: I would just like to say that this is kind of short and really bad yikes lmfao and it’s the F A S T E S T I have E V E R updated something lol, and also thank you all very much for all the feedback, it motivates me to write and I just love you all very much and there’s going to be at least 4 or 5 parts to this okay you can read now

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Slamming my car door shut, I could feel goosebumps raise on my bare legs at the chilly breeze, immediaty regretting my decision to wear shorts as I trudged up the steps towards the large white familiar doors of Luke’s frathouse, backpack on my back and my Calculus binders and textbooks in my arms.

Knocking lightly on the doors, I waited impatiently as they opened, revealing a very shirtless Luke standing in front of me, unruly blond hair covered by a snapback, and his long fingers wrapped around a bottle of Corona.

My jaw nearly dropped, suddenly at a loss for words and unable to help myself as I stared at his body, unable to deny how attractive he was.

Swallowing thickly, my eyes traveled down his pale chest, and down even more so to his navel, following the faint line of hair into the waistband of his sweatpants that hung perfectly off his hips.

“You’re drooling, babe.” Luke quipped, flashing his perfect teeth in a cocky smile as he stepped back to let me in.

“No, I’m not.” I spat, shoving past him straight through the kitchen and into his living room. It seemed that nothing had changed since I was last here in freshman year; there were still empty beer bottles everywhere, and random clothes were strewn all around the place, leaving it a constant mess.

“Whatever you say, Mary.”

Ignoring him, I set my textbooks and binders on the table situated in between the two couches in the room, before placing my bag down, and taking a seat on one of them, watching Luke as he took a seat opposite from me, and propped his sock clad feet on the table.

I sighed, pursing my lips and deciding to break the awkward silence first, “So, what do you want to start with?”

“Why do you wear that ring?”

Taken aback by the sudden question, my mouth closed and opened, not knowing what to say as Luke stared at me, blue eyes locked boldly with mine as the corners of his lips lifted up into an attractive smirk, eyebrows raised at me.

“I-I just…that’s none of your business?” I frowned, and furrowed my brows at him, shaking my head in disbelief as I grabbed a random textbook off the table to start with, “Okay, so since you’re taking too long to decide what you want to start with, we’re starting with Linear Functio-”

“Have you ever been touched before?” Luke interrupted me once again, getting up slowly off the couch to sit beside me, my bare thighs and knees touching his as he looked at me intently, leaning forwards to rest his chin in his hands and waiting for my answer.

“Luke, I’m not here for an interview, I’m supposed to be tutoring you.” I swallowed uncomfortably, suddenly feeling nervous at how close he was.

“Okay, sorry, just answer this, though. Have you ever kissed anyone before?” He breathed, icy blue eyes wide and seeming genuinely curious as he awaited my reply.

“No, I haven’t. Are you done now?” I spoke through gritted teeth.

Luke’s jaw dropped in disbelief, a laugh that I would’ve found absolutely adorable under seperate circumstances bursting from his mouth as his amused gaze traveled up and down my body in awe.

“You haven’t even kissed anyone before?! What the fuck?! I knew you were a prude but I didn’t know you were that virginal!” He continued to laugh at me, and I furrowed my brows, feeling my cheeks flush with slight embarrassment.

Tears of humiliation and frustration welled in my eyes when his laughter didn’t cease. There was no way this was ever going to work if he was going to act like a jerk the whole time, so, swallowing thickly, I slammed the Linear Functions book closed, and placed it in my bag along with my other binders, quickly standing to my feet.

“Wait, wait–where are you going?!” Luke immediately stopped his laughing fit, standing up from his couch and trailing after me as I made my way through the kitchen to the front door.

“Why are you and your friends so mean to me?!” I spun around, my voice sharp despite the tears now rolling down my cheeks.

Luke froze, a frown etched on his perfect features as he looked at me in surprise once he saw the wetness on my flushed cheeks.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this from any of you, and honestly
it just bothers me that you have the audacity to make fun of someone’s choice to lose their virginity to someone who actually cares about them. So whatever you have against me for that choice, just tell me, otherwise just please leave me alone.”

And with that, I turned to leave, but before I could grasp the doorknob I felt Luke’s cold fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

“Wait,”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I took a deep breath, before turning back to face him, a surprised squeak escaping my lips as I realised how close he was to me.

“I never realized how much of a dick I was to you. Please don’t leave, I’m sorry, baby, I promise.” Luke mumbled lowly, voice ringing with regret, and his expression seeming to be one of genuine remorse as I gazed up him through my lashes.

Baby. Even though that was hardly an apology, I couldn’t deny that the pet name he’d just used nearly had me on my knees, and once again, I was rendered speechless.

My eyes trailed along his face, following the line of his jaw, to lock with his, and the grip he had on my wrist loosened as he took a step closer, his bright blue eyes unreadable as he pressed me against the door. His bare upper half radiated warmth, his chest pressing into mine each time he inhaled.

“Let me make it up to you.” He breathed, ducking his head to press soft kisses along my jaw, my lips parting, and breath hitching at the nice feeling before I momentarily found my voice again.

“Luke, w–what–”

“–Shh, just let me make it up to you, please?” He cut me off for the gazillionth time that afternoon, his warm lips literally feeling like fire against my cold skin, my hands squeezing into tight fists to stop them from shaking so much, nails digging into my palms as they hung awkwardly at my sides.

“What’re you gonna do?” I mumbled weakly, flustered at his close proximity and the fact that he could probably feel my boobs against him.

I felt him smirk against my neck, and his hands placed themselves on my hips, squeezing them as he pressed himself against me.

Fuck.

“Let me be your first kiss.” He stated, after a few seconds, his head pulling back slightly so he could look at me, our noses brushing.

“No,” I replied quickly, yet my voice trembled with uncertainty, my face involuntarily moving closer to his, our breaths mingling.

“Are you sure?” He chuckled, his thumbs slipping under the fabric of my hoodie to rub soft circles into the skin on my waist, his touch nearly sending me into a frenzy as I resisted the urge to moan.

“Mhm,” I croaked, before my resolve dissolved completely, and I brought my hands up to pull his snapback off his head, tangling my fingers into his soft, unruly, blond hair I’d undeniably wanted to feel since forever, and slamming my lips against his.

Day 4: Fake Dating

This one is just shameless fluff tbh; I have no excuse. I hope you’re having a great day! <3

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In Dean’s defense, he didn’t mean to lie to her. It’s not like he woke up that morning and concocted an elaborate plan to deceive his mother or anything. It’s just that, well, Ellen Smith could be a formidable woman, even just over the phone. So when she started chiding him (again) for spending too much time on his job and not enough time on his personal life, he panicked and might have just told her that she didn’t need to worry about him because he was in a perfectly happy romantic relationship, thank you very much.

Which brought Dean to his current predicament.

“A boyfriend?,” Ellen exclaimed, surprised but pleased. “Since when?”

“Uhhh, let’s see…,” Dean drummed his fingers on his desk and tried to get his story straight. “I guess it’s been around four months, maybe? Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“And where did you meet this mystery man?”

“Where did I meet him? We met….here. Here at work, I mean.”

“An office romance? How scandalous,” Ellen teased. “What’s he like?”

And that…was actually a very good question. What was his non-existent boyfriend like?

Right as Dean’s mind screeched to a halt, a familiar figure walked by to chat with someone right outside his office and Dean was greeted by the leggy form of the cute IT guy, Sam Wesson, that he’d spoken to a few times before.

“He’s…tall,” Dean blurted out before he could stop himself. “Really tall.”

“He’s tall? Gee you’re really painting me a picture of this guy. C’mon Dean, give me something to work with here,” Ellen prodded.

“Well, let’s see…he’s smart. And handsome. And uh,” he looked around his office for some sort of inspiration, and his eyes were once again drawn to Sam standing outside of his office, his head thrown back in laughter at whatever someone just told him. “He has a great laugh and gets these dimples whenever he smiles that drive me crazy. He has long hair that should look goofy but suits him really well, and he has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Okay, maybe he was babbling there at the end. And maybe he should stop describing the IT guy that wasn’t actually his boyfriend.

“He sounds lovely, Dean. And what was his name, again?”

“His name?”

Don’t say Sam, don’t say Sam, he thought to himself frantically.

“It’s…Sam. Sam Wesson. Yep, that’s him. We’re totally in love. With each other.”

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