self-acceptance is hard.
accepting the way your body looks.
the way your arms and feet move.
the way you show emotions and how your eyes, brows and lips change while showing anger or joy.
self-acceptance is really hard.
when you’re already hating every part of your body.
every scar, every “beauty” mark, every curve, every hair, even every sound your body makes.
when you’re punching the mirror to distort the reflection hoping it could change your thoughts about yourself.
self-acceptance is nearly impossible.
when you’re not only hating but despising yourself.
when you cry and shout and remain silent all at the same time.
when looking at others and comparing yourself to them makes your hands burn and your head spin due to all the amount of hate you’ve bottled up during all those years.
Requested by:@s-e-x-l-o-s-t (
you should really write an imagine where a reader is friends with steve and the kids and in that scene where steve gets out of the bus to confront the demo-dogs one of them attacks him but the reader gets the nail bat and kick the hell out of it and the kids are like omg wtf the demo-dogs go away and steve just kisses the reader, sorry this is so long, you’re writing is incredibly good!)
Summary: You weren’t expecting to spend your evening with a bunch of middle schoolers, and Steve Harrington in the middle of a junkyard, fighting yet another demogorgon. Or demogorgons.
Word Count: 2000+
Warnings: few curse words here and there and some smooching ofc
Note: I changed the scene up a little and made her attacking the demo-dog on the bus! It’s still basically the same!! I hope you like it :))
HELLA Spoilers for Season 2!!
You were planning on spending today in doors, either drawing or studying, not in the back of Steve Harrington’s car with a middle schooler in the front giving you mad attitude while telling you this story of how this demon-slug he found Halloween night turned into a demogorgon and ate his cat. Then escaped the cellar he locked it in by digging through the ground.
“Are you kidding me?” you asked, staring at Dustin with complete bewilderment, “It ate Mews!?” you frowned now, Dustin nodded, and you pouted slightly, “That’s fucked up, your mom came over crying about if we’ve seen Mews the other day!” you pointed, Dustin sighed.
“I know, I know- but I can’t exactly tell her that some demogorgon ate her cat now can I?”
You scowled at him, shaking your head and then looked to Steve, “So what’s the plan?”
Steve shrugged, “We’re going to lure it somewhere secluded and kick it’s ass- you know like last time,” he answered nonchalantly, “You’re here because for some reason you’re really good at gameplans…”
“Yeah, so like last time eh? Set up a trap? I’m not going to cut myself again like I did with Nance and Jonat-”
“No-no, Dart is attracted by raw meat,” Dustin cut you off, you turned to him.
“Who the hell is Dart?”
Dustin rolled his eyes like you were too slow of a thinker for him, “Dart is his name, (y/n)! But that doesn’t matter- what matters is that he grew, and now it’s roaming free and we have to kill him before he kills, so if the next thing you say isn’t how we are going to do it, then don’t talk at all!” Steve turned to Dustin like he was about to scold him or something.
You glared at the kid.
“First up, don’t talk to me like that you little dweeb, and second- it’s clear we have to get a bunch of meat and make a trail- it’s smart, but not that smart because it’ll follow,” you said, leaning back and digging through your bag, “Then we get gas like last time and-” you flicked the lighter in your hand up, Steve glancing at you through the rearview mirror, “and light it’s ass on fire,”
“And where will we get that much meat?”
“Oh you know we’ll just find it lying around- hey maybe we’ll skin and gut a cow, Dustin! It’ll be a fun experie-”
Dustin was about to clap back at you before Steve told you both to shut the hell up.
“Obviously we have to buy meat, and you-” He pointed Dustin,”Stop talking to her like she’s some kind of idiot, she fought one before, so she knows what the hell she’s doing,”
You crossed your arms all smug.
Dustin just simply turned away, saying something under his breath about ‘she didn’t really fight it’. Steve turned back at you, winking, you offered a smile before looking down at your feet. In a way Dustin was right, you didn’t really fight it, but you did help Nancy and Jonathan plan how to trap it.
You let out a sigh. Just an hour earlier, Steve had showed up at your house, telling you to put on your shoes and jacket because he needed your help. You, of course not wanting to pass up another opportunity to hang out with Steve, agreed. That was before you saw Dustin, looking impatient in the front seat of his car and were told you were going to fight another demogorgon.
You huffed slightly, and rubbed your forehead. You really, really didn’t want to do this, you thought you’d never have to ever see one of those things again.
97.54% successful method for getting outdoor cat to approach you:
b) hold out one hand in front of you, flat and relaxed, palm up. other hand is tucked against your body
c) look about two feet to the left or right of cat and make soft clicking noises until you can tell cat is looking at you
d) wait, clicking occasionally, glancing at cat periodically
nearly every time, outdoor cat will come up and cautiously sniff your fingers. it has only ever not worked one (1) time and there are tons of outdoor cats in my neighborhood
if cat comes to sniff your hand, DO NOT move to pet cat
just let it sniff you. you are already blessed. if you try to pet it immediately, you will most likely spook it. if cat wanted to be petted, cat would demand it, as cats do, probably by butting head against your hand.
It was a Saturday night and you were hanging out with the cast by the pool. You were sitting on the side dipping your legs in the pool as you watched the boys play chicken. Jaeden was on Wyatt’s shoulder and Jack was on Finn’s. Jaeden reaches over and knocks Jack off of Finn’s shoulders,
“YEA JYATT JYATT JYATT” Wyatt and Jaeden chant
“The greatest ship of all time” You yelled throwing your hands up
“Well Jyatt is no Y/S/N” Jack says. Finn’s eyes go wide and he hits Jack on the shoulder whispering,
“dude shut up”
“What?” You asked having never heard yours and Finn’s ship name before.
“Uhh nothing he said nothing” Finn says clearly hiding something. You take your legs out the pool and stand up,
“I uhm have to go to the bathroom” you say going inside. You walk inside and pull out your phone typing in
#Y/S/N in Twitter, then Instagram, and finally Tumblr
Holy crap, you thought to yourself
How have I never seen this before
There were MILLIONS of things with your ship name on it. There were edits of all your “cute” moments. There were photoshopped pictures of you two kissing, fan fictions, conspiracy theories on why you two might be hiding your relationship to the public
Y/S/N was EVERYWHERE
But what got you the most was a video. It was a video compilation of all Y/S/N moments.
All the times he’s made you laugh
All the times he’s looked at you like nothing else in the world mattered
All the times you two had joked around and never looked happier than when you were with each other
You sat in the bathroom letting this ship blow your mind and you finally decide to walk outside.
“Hey Jack can I talk to you for a second?” You ask. He gets out of the pool and follows you inside,
“What’s up?” he asks and you hand him your phone with the #Y/S/N open on it
“What the hell is this?!” You say loosing your cool
“Uhhhh well that’s yours and Finn’s ship name” he says uncomfortably
“What is it?”
“Well a ship is when people think that-”
“I know what a ship is” you say, “Why have I never seen it before??”
He hesitates to answer but finally gets it out, “Finn’s been trying to keep it from you..You left your phone alone one time and he uhh found a way to block the hashtag from reaching your timeline” he finally gets out
“Why would he do that?!” You ask. Jack looks at you hoping you’ll pick up on the hint so he doesn’t have to tell you,
“Does he…is it..Jack?” Jack continues to stay quiet.
“Shit does he like me?” You ask nervously
“He does feel something for you that starts with an L and has four letters”
You look down at your feet and say,
“C-can you send him in here” Jack nods and leaves to go get Finn. Finn walks in with a towel around his waist drying himself off from the pool,
“Hey Y/N what do you n-” he stops seeing the ship name open on your phone,
“Look I can explain” he says and before he can start to, you grab the sides of his face and pull him into a kiss. He kisses you back grabbing your waist,
“Does this mean Y/S/N is a cannon?” He says. You chuckle and pull him back into a kiss
Summary: You’re quite the shy one, but Steve always manages to get a few words out of you, no matter what.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: Someone tell me to do my college work, and stop writing fics! who am I kidding, though - I can’t stay away from this angel. Also, I am not very good at writing shy readers, apparently :/ I will do better with the next shy reader fic I’m writing, I promise! enjoy xx | masterlist
1. Always confirm the same day that you guys are meeting. These men have crazy schedules and they can cancel on you same day, best to know before you do your hair & makeup.
2. Never drive or uber a long distance to meet them. They should offer to come to you and if they don’t they should offer to uber you. I always get ubered to my dates, I never give them my real address obviously but somewhere close that I could walk or a place I could drive to and leave my car. Driving or ubering a far distance because he said he would reimburse you isn’t worth the risk. These men ain’t shit! they will lie to you. Don’t risk being out of gas or money, never worth it.
3. Always vet them before you meet them, nothing worse than going on POT date to find out he wants to pay you 200 per meeting. ASk questions nothing to invasive but just enough to see if can meet your needs. If you want monthly allowances make sure he’s open to that. IF he wants to do per meet to start, discuss how much. You can obviously negotiate a better price in person, but make sure you guys are in the same range $$$. Don't’ waste your hair/makeup and a cute outfit on a fuck boy who thinks he’s a sugar daddy. NEVER go on the POT with someone who gives you weird vibes, I mean if he’s weird over the phone he probably won’t be better in person, nothing is worth your safety.
4. Be cute but comfortable, Opt for the heels that are more comfortable over the ones that may look better with the outfit. Nothing worst than being out and having your feet hurt the entire time.
5. Be sexy and alluring without showing too much. I have big boobs so no matter what I wear their gonna show, but I always wear dresses that aren’t too tight or show that much cleavage. He may want to take you to social events with his colleagues or friends, you don’t want to show up on your first encounter with your boobs out or a dress that barely covers your ass. You want to give off a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets vibe. You don’t have to spend much to look great, Forever 21 or Zara has great dress options that are affordable. Macy’s always has in store sales on shoes ( Got a couple of heels from there), DSW also. A little black dress with some cute heels and some simple accessories can go a long way, ladies. For new sugars, you can spend under 100 bucks buy a cute outfit that you can re-wear to multiple POT dates. Ball on a budget until you can get him to take you, to Saks ;)
6. Knowledge is key! reading book Ho Tactics and the art of seduction has really stepped my sugar skills up. Body language and confidence is everything! This may sound silly but I practice my faces in the mirror so I can get an idea of what I’m looking like when I say certain things, also what angles i look best in so I know how to tilt my head or smile. You have to mindfuck these to give you everything you want but never had. I always give eye contact it shows that you are really engaged it also turns guys on. I always order martinis or wine because of the way the glass fit in your hand. Eating a olive off a toothpick while eye fucking a guy will drive him crazy. Always ask follow up questions, whens he’s going on and on about his job or life, in general, show that your interested make comments be engaging. Also, brush up on current events, I use the SKIMM to help keep me up to date on current events. Be pretty but also cultured.
7. Always choose a high-end restaurant in your area. I usually yelp and look for restaurants with $$$ that has the best reviews, I legit have been to areas in D.C that I wouldn’t have been able to afford or even heard of. Set your standards high and don’t lower them. Don’t ever go out with a guy who thinks going to some cheap chain restaurant is acceptable. Like your makeup shouldn’t cost more than the menu. Gain knowledge on the nicest spots in your area, if he wants to take you somewhere lower end that’s the easiest way to spot a Splenda. If it doesn’t go anywhere at least you got to go to a nice ass restaurant, ate some good ass food, and drank some wine that cost as much your textbooks. Still a win.
8. If you’re meeting for a quick date such as Starbucks ( which I don’t even recommend, they give me Splenda vibes) make sure you choose a time when it’s not too pack. You don’t want to walk into a packed Starbucks with the line to door and no seats for your first date it sets an awkward tone. You want to be in a quiet setting where you can discuss the arrangement privately, without random people walking by every minute. Choose a time after lunch, or later in the evening.
9.Safety First! Never give out private information, give out fake email address, phone numbers, etc. The only thing I’m truthful about is that I’m a student and my age. Never get into a POT car, or go back to his place. I also send my friends my location so they know where I’m at all times. Also download a safety app, very useful. If a guy gives you weird vibe excuse yourself to the bathroom and call a uber, try to find a different exit and leave his ass. Never meet up in a sketchy area or place. Make sure the place is public and that it is quiet but moderately packed. Never meet up too late in the night, and don't’ over a drink. Overdrinking puts you in a bad head space which can lead to a bad situation that could be unsafe. I have no more than 3 cocktails on date depending on the time we are together. These sites are filled with psychos, be careful !.
10. Last but not least Never give up the pussy until you get yours. Things happen maybe you drank too much, or he was really cute so the chemistry was there but it is never a good idea to sleep with POT before the arrangement has been hashed out. This is not normal dating and he is not your bf. Unless he’s paying your bills, tuition, rent or aiding your makeup addiction why does he deserve pussy???? Always get your first, these men will fuck and dip out never to be seen again. GIving him quick access will not get your bills paid sis, don’t do it. Before you think about giving him some think about your rent that’s about to be due, the tuition you still have to pay, that car payment, or Rihanna new makeup line that’s about to drop. Pussy is power use it wisely!
Feel free to add on ladies. Pusssy is power, let’s encourage each other and help each other to mindfuck these men! #TeamVagina
Request: “Can I please have a Steve(stranger things) x reader where she was like eleven and got tested on and maybe can read peoples minds? Thanks”
Steve hadn’t been the same since the destruction of the Demogorgon. It took him a good few months before he even could comprehend what happened. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The disappearance of Eleven and Y/N hit him the hardest. Well, more specifically the disappearance of Y/N.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw you. He remembered seeing you for the first time when he was still going after Nancy. You were stunning and from that moment he was absolutely hooked. It wasn’t until he arrived atJonathan’s house that he learned who you really were.
It was like there was a connection between the two of you, that neither understood but also didn’t question. He felt a pull towards you and when you sacrificed yourself to save the rest of them, his heart broke. He didn’t even know it was possible to form feelings for someone you almost didn’t know but he was living proof. The last words you spoke or rather used telepathy to convey, he swore he could still hear like you were right next to him. “Goodbye, Steve.” Your eyes spoke of the same heartbreak. He hadn’t even realised that he was screaming at the time or that tears were steadily flowing. His only thoughts were of you and that you were gone.
He was just as lost as Mike and while Nancy tried to help she only got in the way. He longed to hear your voice again and often spent hours in bed just trying to communicate with you. After finding out Mike used a walkie-talkie to talk to El, he even bought one; it was an unsuccessful attempt.
When Dustin told him that a Demogorgon was back, it was both a welcome distraction and painful reminder of you. He did realise that the reality of you still being out there was slim but he also couldn’t help but hope. He did everything in his power to keep the kids safe, not wanting to go through another loss.
They were currently all trying to figure out what to do after the escaping the lab filled with the Demo-dogs. Talking with Will had helped them but the phone ringing destroyed that idea. Now they were all standing around, most of them holding some sort of weapon waiting for the inevitable Demo-dogs to rush in.
Loud noises came from the outside but there was still no sign of the Demo-dogs. “What are they doing?” Nancy asked. More noises could be heard including what sounded like a painful scream. Then it went silent before the Demo-dog came crashing in through the window. They all screamed and moved back before looking at the dead Demo-dog. Hopper pushed to it with his foot before a sound from the door broke their concentration.
The locks turned and the door opened slowly before revealing two people. Time stood still as the people inside realised who was standing in front of them. Mike stepped forward in shock and they all watched as he and Eleven shared their sweet reunion. Steve, however, didn’t even see the two of them; all he had eyes for was you.
He walked towards you slowly as if he was afraid you would disappear. “Y/N,” he whispered eyes welling up. You bit your lips hesitant about he would react to you being back. It was only when he smiled you felt relieved enough to smile yourself. “Steve.” The pull between you grew stronger and suddenly the two of you were hugging tightly.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, “I tried to contact you for-”
“353 days. I know” you interrupted. He looked pale at the revelation, “Then why didn’t you answer?”
“For your safety, Steve.” you answered sadly, “I did it for you,” you looked down at your feet embarrassed. He swallowed hard at your words. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said, fingers moving your chin back up so he could look in your eyes. His hand moved up to caress your cheek as you spoke: “I’m glad, too.”
Everything looked brighter and he felt hope, a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time. You both moved closer until your lips were less than a centimetre away from each other. You both stopped searching for confirmation in each other’s eyes, and when he heard you in his mind saying, “Kiss me.” he closed the distance. Your lips met in desperation and longing showing every emotion the two of you felt the last year before slowing down and becoming soft and full of love. You were both gasping for air as you pulled away. He rested his forehead against yours as you regained your breath. You were both starting to feel hopeful for the future. If you had each other, everything would be alright.
Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.
Summary: In which Bucky needs a reminder that he’s the only person you want to be with.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 948
A/N: This one was written for my love, @janelock221. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU RADIANT QUEEN. I took the two prompts you sent my way and threw them in here - it’s my small way of letting you know that your friendship means everything to me.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” you complain, staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You don’t know how you got here. This wasn’t what you had in mind after returning home after a long day of work.
“I don’t call you my partner in crime for no reason,” Bucky calls out, voice carrying through the wooden door that’s acting as the only barrier between the two of you. “Now c’mon, doll. I wanna see how you look.”
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.
This is unbetaed, all mistakes are my own
***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**
“Your turn,” Dean hands you the shovel, “I dug the last one.”
“Oh come on Dean,” Sam protests, “she’s had more than a month off, she-”
“She’s standing right here,” you look pointedly at Sam, taking the shovel from Dean, “I got this, you boys just stand there and look pretty.”
Sam rolls his eyes, Dean chuckles, “Do you remember how to do this sweetheart, it’s been awhile.”
“Shut up, even rusty I can dig a grave twice as fast as you,” you can’t help but smile, pushing the point into the ground, taking out the first shovel full of dirt.
“Do you want me to time you?”
You flip him off, continuing to dig as they talk for a bit, discussing the corpse that in a matter of time you will be salting and burning. After about ten inches, another shovel hits the hard ground a few feet from yours and you look up to see Dean there, “You were moving too slow.”
Prompt: Bill and reader gets into a fight (Requested by itsthecomet)
You sighed as you called your boyfriend for the freaken 10th time that night. You knew he was consistently busy with his acting career but you still liked at least knowing he was alive enough to say “Hi”. You had sent him at least 50 messages and now were calling him pacing back and forth in your apartment.
Your fingernails were bitten down to the nub, your hair was messed up from constantly raking your fingers through it, and you were sure you looked like crap.
“Hey this Bill, sorry I couldn’t pick up the phone right now-”
You cursed just about ready to throw your phone against the wall but held back and pressed the end call button. Once again not available. Should you be concerned he was cheating on another woman? I mean you had heard him talk about this beautiful blonde who he was supposed to kiss in a movie who kept flirting on him constantly.
Yet he would always remind you that he was in love with you, not her. Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder and to his eyes you were his diamond beauty. At least that’s what he claimed. You continued to pace biting your finger this time and constantly turning on your phone to see if you got a message.
You already know the answer…
Finally 11:00 pm rolled around and you were sitting on the couch watching the old 90’s cartoons on the TV trying to take your mind off. You kept constantly looking at your phone ever once in a while, bouncing your leg and glancing from the phone to the door to the TV again and again.
Finally you heard the door lock click and straightened up suddenly awake as you stared at the door intensely. Bill stepped through and pulled his keys from the door handle with his jacket draped over his arm.
“Oh, hey babe! I wasn’t expecting you to be awake.” Bill said smiling.
You didn’t say anything and watched as he hung his coat in the closet by the door before heading over to the kitchen.
“I made dinner for you…it’s cold now.” You said your voice dry and showing obvious annoyance.
“Oh I had dinner with my buds at the pub.” He said casually as he opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of juice.
You dug your nails into your arms struggling to bite back from snapping at him.
“What’s wrong babe?” Bill asked walking over.
He sat down next to you and attempted to wrap his arm around you but you escaped his grasp and crossed your arms, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! What’s wrong is that you didn’t text me all day! I sent you over 50 emails and called your phone at least 10 times!!!”
“I’m sorry my phone died.” He apologized.
“Well…what’s that on your neck?!” You demanded nearly shouting.
Bill jumped and raised his hand to his neck covering the bruise, aka hickey on the side of his neck with a faint but noticeable bright red lipstick stain.
“In this scene we had to do Jessica and I had to have a make out scene but she enjoyed it too much.” He explained.
You narrowed your eyes your blood boiling at the mention of that blonde bitch, “Are you cheating on me?”
“No! No I’m not gonna calm down!” You shouted, “Your cheating on me with that blonde bitch!”
“Will you just listen!” He shouted raising his voice as well.
“No I will not listen! Because all you say now a days is lies! This is the 3rd time this WEEK you’ve done this!” You shouted louder.
“I CANT HELP IT IF IM BUSY.”
“YOU NEVER TEXT ME SAYING HEY BABE HOWS IT GOING OR HEY IM GOING TO BE BACK HOME LATE!!!”
“BECAUSE WE AREN’T ALLOWED TO HAVE OUR PHONES ON THE SET!”
“EXPLAIN THE HICKEY ON YOUR NECK THEN! HUH?!”
“I TOLD YOU IT WAS BECAUSE OF THE SCENE.”
“STOP FUCKING LYING!”
“I AM NOT LYING!!!”
You couldn’t take it anymore and stormed over to the front door slipping on your shoes.
“Where are you going?!” Bill demanded.
“I’m leaving!” You spat rushing over to the door.
You threw the door open and just narrowly escaped Bill trying to grab you.
“(Name)!” He called watching as you ran down the hallway.
Bill cursed and slammed the door shut kicking the door as well before slumping against the wood and raking his fingers through his slicked back hair. He let out a deep breath through his mouth and leaned his back against the door. Bill knew his career was really stretching out your relationship.
He was constantly traveling and hardly ever had a chance to call you since he was so busy. And lately he’d been coming home late due to the director wanting to finish the movie sooner.
God he was such an idiot
Meanwhile you were outside walking down the street late in the night. It was cold and you were sure your fingers were numb from hypothermia making you wish you had grabbed a sweatshirt before you left. You just needed to distance yourself from him…or never return. Seeing that hickey on his neck had just made you snap.
You were just…you were just so stressed out. With your job being sucky, your boss yelling at you, your co-workers not bothering to work and just…everything. And then Bill coming home late didn’t help much with your day. You realized you were crying and wiped your face with the back of your hand.
You looked up from where your feet were guiding you and found you were at the local park. This was where you had met Bill. You were walking your friend’s dog Tidus when he started barking at a squirrel and had broke the cheap leash to chase after it. Bill was in the right place at the wrong time right next to the tree the squirrel had decided to climb up.
Your friends dog was clearly a big dog and after he saw his prey had ran away he noticed Bill who was staring dumbfounded. Despite his size Tidus was a friendly dog and laid down next to him putting his head on his lap for Bill to pet. You came rushing over frantically apologizing and of course he was cool with it.
You tried to take Tidus away but he was a stubborn dog and wouldn’t let you take him. He placed his head in Bill’s lap signaling he wanted to be with him. So Bill had to walk with you home to get Tidus to move and that’s how your relationship began.
Walking your friends stubborn dog.
You had been dating for 3 years now but due to Bill’s acting career everything’s been putting a weight on your relationship. Not money of course but not seeing or communicating with each other. Everyday he wake you up and give you a quick kiss before leaving for the entire day. You couldn’t remember the last time you both had just woke up and spent hours just curled up together dozing off occasionally.
You finally decided to sit down on a wooden bench that only made you feel colder. You were violently shivering uncontrollably and noticed you could see your breath floating in the air as vapor before dissolving. You laid down on the bench and curled up as best as you could using your arm to prop your head up.
You closed your eyes and drifted off into sleep.
Sometime later you stirred when you felt a heavy fabric being draped across you. You opened your eyes and saw Bill was in front of you looking concerned with his phone pressed to his ear.
“She’s alive-she just woke up now.” The man said to who ever he was calling on his phone, “Alright. Thanks Alex.”
You sat up and whatever was on you slumped down. You noticed he had placed his wool jacket on top of you and put it on the smell of his cologne still lingering on it. coat.
“I’m…so sorry (Name) I didn’t mean to-I…”
“It’s okay.” You said softly burying your cold nose into the jacket.
“Im sure you wanna go home now?”
You nodded and opened your arms making him grin and laugh a little. He easily picked you up and carried you back home allowing you to doze off on his shoulder. When he arrived back home he had to set you down in front of your building which you whined about that he was forcing you to walk.
He just ruffled your hair and wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he lead you back to your apartment. As soon as you walked in you made a b-line for the bedroom you and him shared and quickly changed into pajama bottoms and one of his shirts before crawling into bed. Bill followed behind you and smiled noticing you were already half asleep.
He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him so you were spooning. He kissed your neck making you groan that you wanted to sleep and he smiled and lovingly said, “I talked to my agent and I got tomorrow off so we can cuddle as much as you want. Sound good?”
You turned around so you were facing him and smiled,
“Do you really need to ask?…”
Epilogue: So yeah I have more Bill Skarsgard prompts I will post so he excited for that! Thanx for reading! =)!
Summary:It’s Jungkook’s birthday and a late-night game leads you into a bit of a situation.
A/N: We’re baaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Please enjoy this extra-long, Jungkook birthday fic as a bribe for being away from writing for so long. This time, for sure, we’re going to be doing fics regularly again so look out for the continuation of the Vacation Series and also more sexy shenanigans in general.
you call over your shoulder, tightening the towel around your body.
change,” you say to the light footsteps behind you as you pull a dress out from
the cupboard. “You’re actually early. I just have to get changed and do my
and let out a squawk, clutching the dress to your chest in alarm. “You’re not
said he messaged you, noona,” Jungkook responds with the faintest trace of a
smile. “He couldn’t make it and told me to fetch you instead.”
skirt around Jungkook and land on the bed where your phone is silently
charging, the pulsating purple light emitting from it letting you know you have
head cocks fractionally to the side and you resist the urge to throw the dress
at him and make a run for it.
Hoseok wasn’t able to pick you up. But of everyone else did he have to send
the grimace eager to cross your face and your eye twitches from the strain.
your tiny little flat where the bed is also the couch and you can barely fit
into the bathroom when the door is closed.