you looked fine baby


“My old puppet body… Suddenly it all seems so pointless. I now have the body I’ve always desired, one that will never rot or decay. I’ve truly become a puppet in every sense of the word.”

For Steph!

Feeling Sick

Little Imagine I had. 

“I have to go to the studio today.” Shawn says walking into the kitchen where you’re making  yourself a coffee.

“Oh.” You say looking up, noticing the purple bags under his eyes and the paleness in his face. 

“Yeah.” He coughs into his hand.

“You feeling okay babe?” You ask leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, throats just a bit sore.” He says clearing his throat. He runs his fingers threw his hair taking in a deep breath.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good Babe.” He says nodding, smiling at you. 

“Want me to make you some tea for the road.”

“I can make it.”

“You aren’t feeling well, I wanna make it.” You say starting to grab the tea kettle.

“I’m feeling fine babe.” He says pushing you away taking the tea kettle. 

“Yeah?” You ask, wrapping an arm around his waist. 

“I’m fine.” He says looking over at you. He kisses your forehead and continues starting the tea.

“What are you recording today?”

“What If I Told You a Story.” He says setting the kettle on the stove.

“I love that one.”

“I know you do, that’s why it’s going on the album.” He grins looking over at you. He swallows and his eyes start to glaze over a bit. But he smiles at you when you look at him concerned.

“You’ll call me if you start to not feel good right.” You say, knowing that he’s gonna go and there’s no way you can convince him otherwise.

“Yeah, promise.”

“Look at me when you say that.” You say jumping up onto the counter. He looks over at you and holds eye contact.

“I promise.”

“Okay.” You sigh. 

He finishes making his tea, kissing you goodbye. You go get ready for your day, having a few errands you need to run and meeting Aaliyah for lunch. 

You’re just finishing up at Target, checking out when your phone starts ringing. It’s Andrew.

“Hi Andrew.” You answer paying for the items. 

“Hey Y/n.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m kicking him out of the studio.” He states simply.

“Oh, still not accepting that he’s sick.”

“He can barely walk straight.”

“It got that bad?”

“And I know he’s got a headache and running fever. He just won’t admit it.”

“Typical Shawn.”

“Anyway, I don’t want him driving like this and I figured the easiest way to get him home with the smallest fight is if I got you to come get him. He mentioned that you were worried about him this morning.”

“Yeah, I can come get him. I’ll be there in ten.” You say getting into your car. 

“Okay, I’ll wait to kick him out till you get here.”


You hang up and take the short drive over to the studio. You pull in closest to the door, that way he won’t argue to drive home himself.

You walk in the door and hear his raspy voice as he sits on the couch next to Geoff. He looks up at you walk in.

“Hey Baby.” He’s got a dopey, sleepy smile on his face. 

“Hey.” You whisper, remembering his headache.

“What are you doing here?” 

“Just wanted to check in and see how recording was going. You are recording my favorite song today.” You lie.

“Not the best, can’t hit the note I want to but it’ll get there.”

“Hey Y/n.” Andrew smiles walking in. Shawn’s now coughing up a lung and then rubbing his head. “Alright Shawn.” Andrew says turning the soundbooth off. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, standing up. Then sneakily bracing himself against the side of the couch. You walk forward, making it look like you want to get closer for a hug. He looks over and hugs you, and you stand and help hold him up, knowing he just got dizzy. 

“I’m kicking you out. Go home, rest, and feel better.”

“I feel fine.”

“No you don’t stop lying to yourself Shawn.”

“Is that why you’re really here?” He asks looking at you.

“You caught me.”

“Baby I’m fine.”

“It wasn’t my idea.” You say looking at Andrew.

“Goodbye Shawn.”

“Let’s go home, I got you some Horton’s.” You say looking up at him.


“Yeah, soup and sandwich is waiting for you in the car.”

“That’s enough to convince me to go home.” He smiles.

“Good, then let’s go.”

“I’ll meet you at home.”

“No Shawn, you’re riding with Y/n.” Andrew says snagging his keys before Shawn can get them.

“Andrew I’m fine.”

“You can’t even stand up without feeling dizzy.”

“Come home with me.” You whisper into his ear. He looks at you and finally sees the concern in your eyes.

“Okay.” He nods. You walk him to your car, holding him up with an arm around his waist. He leans into you, his way of telling you that he’s weak and not feeling well. 

“Take a seat Mister.” You say helping him in the car. You make sure he’s buckled and then close the door for him. You get in the drivers seat and start the car, turning the heat up. You start to drive and he rests his arm on the middle console, palm up. A subtle hint that he wants to hold your hand. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask, putting your left hand on the top of the steering wheel, taking his hand with your right.

“Not good.” He whispers, leaning his head back against the head rest. 

“I’m sorry.” You say rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

“Thanks for picking me up.” He says looking over at you.

“No problem Baby.” You say smiling. “Wanna do me a favor?” You ask looking at your phone in the cup holder.

“Sure.” He says softly.

“Can you text your sister and tell her I won’t be able to make lunch today.” You say nodding your head at your phone.

“You can still go to lunch.” He says staring at you.

“No, I wanna stay with you.”

“I’m just gonna sleep Y/n, go meet Aaliyah.”

“Shawn.” You say looking over at him. “I want to stay home.” He starts to argue but you cut him off. “It will make me feel better, just text her.” You say letting go of his hand. He huffs and grabs your phone. 

He starts texting her and then sets your phone down staring at you again.


“Can you hold my hand again?” 

“Of course Baby.” You say taking his hand, he interlocks your fingers. 

You finally make it home and help him inside. He makes it to the couch before falling on it, sighing. 

You go to your bedroom, grabbing his sweats and a long sleeve shirt for him. Once back at the couch he’s half asleep. 

“Shawn.” You whisper, running your fingers threw his curls.

“Hmm?” He hums not opening his eyes.

“Let’s change your clothes.”

“I don’t feel good.” He mumbles.

“I know baby, but lets’ get you out of your skinny jeans.”

He doesn’t respond so you start to move him so he’s laying on his back.

“I don’t feel good Y/n.” He groans.

“I know, I got you. I’ll do it.” You say unbuttoning his pants. “Lift your hips baby.” He complies and you slide his pants off, putting his sweats on. You move up to his shirt, taking his button up off and putting his long sleeve on. 

His lanky arms flail around as you try to dress him. You giggle and he smirks as you try to get his right arm in the sleeve.

“Work with me Shawn.” You mumble. He does and you finally get him dressed. You walk to the laundry room, throwing his clothes into the hamper. You then get a blanket from your bed and walk back him. He’s curled into himself, pale face pressed against the cushion. You throw the blanket over him. You grab the remote, turning the lights off. 

“Come cuddle.” He whines reaching out to grab you. 

“Let me get you some meds.”

“I don’t need meds I need cuddles.”

“I know, but meds first then cuddles.” 

He groans as you walk away. 

“I just need cuddles.” He mumbles and you roll your eyes at him. You grab him some meds and a water. You walk back to him and make him take the meds before you’ll even sit down. 

He takes them and stares at you as you walk out of the room. You quickly change into PJ’s. You finally join him on the couch and he turns into you, nuzzling himself as close to you as possible.

“I love you.” He slurs, closing his eyes.

“I love you too, sleep well baby.” You whisper, massaging his scalp. He’s asleep in no time, and you turn the TV on low watching a stupid show. 

A few hours after, you’ve escaped to the kitchen to make yourself food. He’s been out cold and his fever is starting to go down. 

“Baby?” He croaks out from the living room.

“What’s up?” You call, making your sandwich.

“Come hold me please.” He says softly.

“I’m just making food.”

“I’m not hungry.” 

“I know,” You say walking to the living room with your food and his water. “That’s why I made myself food, but I want you to drink at least half of your water.”

“Can you just hold me?” He asks, whining.

“Shawn.” You say, catching his attention. “I’ll always hold you, but I want you to drink some water. It’s gonna make you feel better I promise.”

“Okay.” He says sitting up. He takes the water and you check his temperature with the back of your hand and he stares at you. You go back to him more Tylenol. 

“Take another, I want that fever to go away.” 

“Okay.” He nods, taking the pills.

“Thanks for taking care of me babe.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“Can you hold me yet?”

“Yeah come here.” You say, he moves to lay on his stomach, head resting in your lap. Instead of playing with his hair you lightly scratch his back, him humming in pleasure.

“Are you feeling any better?” You ask. But he doesn’t respond, his breathing is even and his hold on you loosens. You giggle and know he’s gonna be asleep for a while.

Club Fighting Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: isthecomet

Prompt: Maybe one where bill got into a fight in the club and you take care of his wounds

Warning: slightlg minor rape attempt if you squint

Originally posted by papatyasevenbirpapatya

Originally posted by theembodimentoflife

You huffed frustratedly as you looked at the two dresses in the mirror. Bill decided to have some fun and take you out to the local club to dance. You weren’t much into drinking or dancing but it was a night with Bill so you didn’t mind.

However the one part was that you couldn’t pick out the two dresses you were holding up. One was tight fitting and black with two crossing straps that showed off your cleavage as it went around the neck and the other was a beautiful shimmering mini dress that reminded you of an ocean had slits up the side.

You held the black one up to your body and examined yourself before doing the same with the other dress. You continuously switched between both but you couldn’t tell which one you should wear.

This was your first time going out to a club too—and you were 26.

Bill came in wearing black pants with a white graphic shirt and black blazer looking young yet elegant as always.

“You aren’t dressed yet?” He teased.

“I’m stuck between these two dresses.” You said revealing them to Bill.

He stepped closer and looked at them carefully before deciding, “I like the shimmery one. It matches your beautiful personality well.”

Bill pinched your chin and you blushed before leaving his grasp taking your dress into the bathroom. You fumbled with the zipper for a little bit but eventually you got the dress on.

You noticed it had a low scoop top in the front to reveal some of your cleavage and dipped down way low in the back. The sleeves went down to just above your elbow and you slipped on black converses and styled your hair into a braid style.

You put very light makeup on since you didn’t like to wear a lot of that gunk and stepped out to Bill who was sitting on the bed on his phone. When he heard the door squeak open though he turned to look and his jaw dropped.

You looked so beautiful to him, almost as beautiful as the first time he had talked to you. You walked towards him and Bill noticed that when you walked in the light the dress seemed to move like an ocean.

“Do I look okay?” You asked twirling around clumsily since you weren’t exactly a ballerina, much less graceful, but that’s what Bill loved about you.

“Bill?” You asked noticing him staring.

You tugged down at the bottom of the dress self consciously and Bill didn’t close his mouth until he nearly started drooling. He played it off by coughing once into his fist and wiping the drool off of his face with his blazer sleeve.

“Is it bad?” You asked softly.

“N-No not at all. In fact the complete opposite really.” Bill replied definitely eyeing the cut outs showing even more skin.

He reached out and pulled you towards him wrapping his arms around your hips. You blushed as he nuzzled against your stomach.

“Bill! I’m not pregnant!”

“I just love you so much.” He replied before standing up to kiss you tasting your vanilla flavored lip gloss.

“Now c'mon let’s go.” The man said taking your hand and leading you away.

“Let me grab my coat first!”

You arrived to the club and you couldn’t help but shift nervously. This was your first time ever going to a club. As soon as your feet stepped onto the cement you could feel the heavy beat coming from inside already.

Neon lights decorated the sides of the building showing off alcoholic drinks and the clubs name Neon Moon, which was the most highly exclusive club.

“Bill you got us into Neon Moon?” You asked your eyes wide.

“I may have pulled a few strings and got us in.” He replied.

“Thank you so much!” You said giving him a tight hug.

He smiled and kissed your head, “Your welcome baby. Now c'mon.”

Bill gave his keys to the valet before leading you past the line of people behind a velvet rope. Most of them squealed and fangirled loudly making your ears hurt as the gushed and swooned and screamed at their top of their shrill lungs.

You felt a little undressed noticing them all wearing their thousand dollar jewelry well you had on for jewelry was a black velvet choked and a coiled necklace with a star pendant. You weren’t much into the “bling-bling” since you didn’t want to be one of those high maintenance girls that go every week to get botox injected.

You felt self conscious when you noticed several of them were glaring flaming daggers towards you because you were his girlfriend. Bill distracted you though by taking your hand and helping to hurry you past the line.

At the front was a woman who looked like her daddy was a rich millionaire. She had a real diamond crown and bachelorette sash, enough diamond jewelry to weigh as much as a small sized dog, a short and very, VERY revealing diamond coated dress, fake orange tan, enough makeup to make your eyes water, and long ass fake nails that looked like they could gouge someone’s eyes out without trying.

How was she even able to stand on those 7 inch stilettos covered in, of course, diamonds. Bill payed no attention to her and walked up to the the burly guard who looked like he only ate raw steaks and protein shakes daily.

Just standing right outside the door you could feel the thudding even more. You could literally feel the music cause the bones in your feet to rumble with the heavy beat. The bodyguard nodded without Bill or you needing to say anything and unclipped the red velvet rope in front of the door.

Bill waved to his fangirls which caused them to squeal and shriek one last time before he lead you in. You walked down a short hallway before arriving to the actual club. As soon as you entered there was a metal railing in front with two curved stair cases on both sides around it.

Around the sides of the upper floor was tables lit with fluorescent lanterns for people who wanted to dine more than dance. If you went down the stairs you could arrive to the dance floor that was was full of people.

There was a bar on the left and a dj booth up front where a well known dj was playing the sick beats. You awed as you walked over to the railing looking at all the people. Bill grinned and took your hand from the railing leading you down into the dance floor.

Bill quickly joined in dancing and you looked around timidly before dancing along. Gradually you got into it and were laughing as you danced with Bill who was smiling because you were having fun.

You especially looked beautiful under the black lighting so the ocean dress looked more planet or a galaxy themed. Eventually Bill lead you over to the bar and you held your breath noticing the bar tender was smoking.

It was already hot and hard to breath as is but the choking smell of the burning cigarette made you want to run outside to at least get a gasp of air.

“How can I help you?” He yelled over the music blowing cigarette smoke in your direction which you waved away not caring if it was a rude gesture.

“I’ll have a shot of whiskey and the lady would like a Pineapple Sunrise.” Bill said.

He knew you too well. The bartender nodded and walked away allowing you to breath.

“You okay?” Bill asked over the music.

You nodded well pressing your hand to your chest, “Yeah just the cigarette smoke…”

“I understand.” He replied nodding.

The bartender returned with your drinks and you thanked him before taking a sip. You didn’t drink alcohol often so when you did you liked to get ones with barely any or else you’d be on the floor rolling around and giggling like last time.

After you finished your drinks you went back into the dance floor a little buzzed. Well you were dancing you noticed a man at the bar who kept staring at you. Judging by his expensive looking suit was a millionaire who came here often.

“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Bill announced before walking off.

You nodded and joined in with a group of older woman who were loud and clearly intoxicated but clearly they did like you. You danced with them for a bit until you felt a hand grab your arm.

You quickly turned around expecting Bill only to see it was the man who’d been eyeing you for the past 15 minutes. You had to admit he was kind of handsome but not as handsome as Bill.

You felt sick noticing him seemingly trace your curves taking in your smooth legs and especially taking interest in how short your dress was. You tried to tug arm away but his grip was tight and he only squeezed harder.

“Let go!” You snapped finally ripping your arm away.

“Sorry baby, but you look mighty fine.” He commented running his hand down your neck.

You slapped him hard enough to cause a few people in the crowd to stare. He chuckled and only grinned, “I like the feisty ones.”

You squeaked as he suddenly pulled you to his chest and you could smell alcohol radiating off of him like week old trash. You gagged and tried to get away but he only grabbed your hand you were shoving his shoulder with and sloppily danced around like he was at a ballroom.

“Let me go!” You struggled before eventually kneeing him straight in the nuts.

“Ow! I love you.” He commented.

You looked around frantically for Bill or at least a bouncer but you couldn’t find anyone. He grinned and you slapped his hands away trying to walk off only for him to pull you back towards him.

“Get away from me you fucking pervert!” You spat.

You noticed Bill coming out of the restroom and frantically called for him which equally just as quickly got his attention. He saw you and noticed the man trying to pull you to his chest.

He stormed over and quickly shouted, “Hey dude what the hell do you think your doing?!”

The millionaire snorted at Bill and replied, “What do you think I’m doing? She’s a might fine bitch.”

You raised your fist about to punch him but Bill stopped you, “C'mon let’s go.”

“Your just gonna leave? Huh? Pussy!”

Bill continued to walk on with you until the man attacked and grabbed Bill by the shoulder before landing a heavy blow to his face. The crowd dispersed and you took a couple steps back yourself nearly tripping over your own feet.

The man grinned feeling victorious but Bill was from Sweden. He revealed his bruised cheek and bloody nose to the crowd before attacking the man as well making them awe as if this was from a movie.

You watched concerned as they fought mostly Bill just trying to protect himself. Eventually the man pushed Bill onto the bar and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. You knew you couldn’t be a bystander anymore.

“GET OFF OF HIM!” You screamed running over and ripped the man off of Bill throwing him onto the floor.

“Bill are you okay?” You asked concerned cupping his face.

His nose was definitely broken and his face was swollen and bruised in some places.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He grunted.

Before you could speak again the drunk man attacked you this time grabbing you by your hair and yanking you away from him and punched you in the face feeling the force itself. Despite how much pain you were feeling you stomped on his foot making him cry out and let you go.

He slapped you and you fell to the floor your cheek bleeding from his ring scratching against it. Bouncers finally arrived just as the man was about to attack you again and tackled him to the ground before man handling him outside.

You stumbled over to Bill and saw he was standing up just fine despite his face being covered in blood and bruises.

“You okay?” You asked again.

He nodded, “Yeah I just think we should head home now.”

“You might wanna wash off though.”

You lead Bill to the women’s bathroom and with a wet paper towel gently helped him clean all the blood off. His nose was thankfully not broken—at least not enough to notice but he did have a few noticeable scratches and bruises on his face.

“Do I still look handsome?” He asked.

“Even if your face gets smashed in you’ll still always be handsome.” You replied kissing his bruised cheek.

He chuckled softly you continued to wipe off the blood knowing when you went home you needed to clean his wounds more throughly.

You had driven the way home since you were sure Bill had a minor concussion and was very obviously in no condition to drive. You had just gotten a minor cut and a bloody nose with a bruised cheek but otherwise you were perfectly fine.

Not so much the same for Bill.

You had to lead him to the bathroom pulling out your first aid kit to address his wounds. You hummed as you carefully dabbed a cotton ball with disinfectant on a small cut on his cheek.

He hissed lightly and squinted but otherwise was mostly quiet which clearly concerned you. When you were bandaging his knuckles you finally asked, “Why are you so quiet?”

“What are you talking about?” Bill asked.

“You’ve been quiet for so long it’s concerning. Do you feel bad for leaving me?”

The man shifted and you could tell you had hit the nail on the head.

“You feel guilty for leaving me?” You repeated.

“Yeah…” He sighed.

After finishing bandaging his knuckles you gently kissed each one making him smile softly, “Why do you feel like your to blame?

"Because when I walked away that predator attacked and…ya know. I lost.”

“Trust me Bill you didn’t lose. Cuz you still got the girl.” You said kissing him on the lips.

He smiled and pulled you onto his lap making you giggle, “That is true.”

He leaned in for another kiss and you accepted. He reached for the back of your dress and you slapped his hands away, “Careful cowboy your already going to be feeling it in the morning.”

“Taking you out the club and seeing you dirty dancing in a sexy dress was so worth it though.”

“(Name) do we have anymore Advil?”

“Told ya you were going to feel your pain in the morning.”

“I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad!”

“Well it does and because you left me now you get to experience the karma.”

“What karma? I saved you.”

“You lost the fight. Well, partially lost.”

“I did it because I love you.”

“Don’t worry baby I love you too~ but we ain’t going out to another club for a while.”

“Ow. Agreed….”

Epilogue: Yaaaaaay I’m done with this request! I know I say this about all my requests but I like this one. I like all of them I’m sorry I can’t pick just one to like XD! Thanx for reading! :D!

Jeff Atkins - One Shot

A/N: Please forgive me but this is extremely long. I wanted it to read out like the show where Hannah is the narrator but the flashbacks/events are from the reader’s perspective - kinda like when Clay was reliving them if that makes sense.

Let me know how you like it!



Y/N, I can count all of the times I ran into you on my fingers but yet you left a lasting impression. You and Jeff were the envy of the school. The cheerleader and the all-star jock. There was nothing cuter than when the two of you were together. Your locker was 4 away from mine and there wasn’t a day I didn’t see him meet you there before each class. I envied you so much. Both of you. You had it all. Love. Popularity. Friendship. You were good at everything you tried to do, and you were still some of the sweetest, kind-hearted people, I’d ever met -



“Dang, you’re looking extra fine today, baby.” Jeff said, coming up behind you to press a kiss on the back of your head before leaning against the locker next to yours.

 “Not as fine as Angie’s lips though, right?” You returned hotly, continuing to look through the mess of papers to see if you could find your chemistry study guide.

 It took him a moment to process what you’d just said and he immediately straightened up. “What?”

 “That’s what you said to Angie in the library right?” You slammed your locker shut, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “If she’s what you want then be my guest.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You know you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted since 8th grade. I was just congratulating her, that’s all baby. Besides you got best face and best legs. I’m sure you’ve gotten a few compliments today.”

His lips pressed playful kisses along the side your neck, nuzzling his face in your hair to make you laugh. As much as you wanted to stay mad, it was hard when he was just so damn cute.

“Besides - since when do you get jealous?” He asked, with an innocent smile on his face. Then in a moment of recognition, his eyes widened. “Uh-oh. Are you on your period? Is that why you’re so emotional?”

You’d known Jeff since the sixth grade and had been dating since the 8th, by sophomore year of high school, he was practically an expert at reading you and making things better. Lowering your head, you nodded it slowly.

“Awh baby.” He pouted his lips, lowering them to kiss yours. “It’s your lunch period right? Let’s go get you some chocolate from the vending machine. My treat.”

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his torso to hug him tightly. “Well aren’t you my knight in shining armor.”

“You’re damn right I am.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head.

With his arm thrown over over your shoulder, you walked down the hallway together. Clay and Hannah were talking by the his locker and you both smiled at them.

 “Jensen!” Jeff nodded his head at Clay, the smaller man awkwardly smiling and giving a wave.

“Hey Hannah.” You smiled. “I love those boots.”

She looked down at her shoes then up at you with a genuine, touched smile, saying thank you before you and Jeff disappeared around the corner.

 “That kid has the biggest crush on her.” Jeff said, looking down at you.

“If only he had the balls to do something about it.”



You had no idea how much something so small had meant to me. You didn’t know about the shitty day I’d had. You didn’t know about how hard I’d had things lately. You didn’t say it to get something out of it. You were genuine and nice  and it helped a lot that day.



At the dance you and Jeff showed up fashionably late. Your hair was down straight, not a strand out of place. Your makeup was no less than perfect like it usually was. You wore an all black dress that matched Jeff’s suit. Sleeveless, with a puffed skirt. The whole thing molding to your perfect body. I had watched as you two entered the gym - everyone did - your both grabbed the attention of everyone and it never seemed to phase you as you were in your own little world.


“Ayyyy!” Monty came by, throwing an arm around Jeff and I. “You finally made it!”

Jeff laughed, nodding his head towards me. “Would’ve been here 40 minutes ago if Y/N didn’t take forever getting ready.”

“Hey!” You defended, hitting him playfully. “It takes time to create a masterpiece like this.”

“That you are.” Monty looked your up and down, “and those legs definitely deserved to make the list.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed along with Jeff as you were approached by Zach, Justin, and Bryce. Each gave you both a hug and you watched as Jeff tensed when Bryce hugged you. After he let go, Jeff threw his arm around you as if to stake his claim while they made small talk.

“Alright alright. If you fellas don’t mind, I’ma have a dance with my lady.” Jeff said after a while.

“Ooohh” They teased playfully, blowing mock kisses at you.

You laughed as Jeff took you out to the dance floor, his arms wrapping around your waist as you slow danced to the song playing. With your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close like you had at every dance since you’d been together. He’d gotten better at dancing, certainly improved from the first time when he wouldn’t stop stepping on your feet. He looked down into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

 “You really are a masterpiece.” He whispered.

You blushed, leaning up to kiss his neck. “All for you baby. Always.”

“Man am I lucky.” He smiled.

Looking over his shoulder, you could see Bryce creeping on some girl and returned your eyes to Jeff. “What was that about earlier? With Bryce?”

His face turned serious again and he looked over his shoulder to where I had been looking. “He’s not a good guy. I don’t know. Guy gives me a bad vibe.”

You nodded, running your fingers through the back of his hair. “He does seem like a douche bag.”

“Yeah, I try not to hang out with him one on one.” He nodded, before changing the subject. “Will you look at this? Clay sitting on one side, Hannah on the other. This would be like the perfect opportunity for him to ask her to dance.”

You laughed, looking at them smiling at each other from across the gym. “Go. Tell him to make a move. I have to use the restroom anyway.”

He smiled, kissing your lips again, before letting go of you to walk up to the bleachers. You smiled to yourself watching him go into big brother mode as he spoke with Clay before you walked out of the gym to use the restroom.

“You and Jeff look so good tonight.” Sheri boosted, applying another coat of lipstick in the mirror. “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys won prom king and queen for our senior prom. Everyone’s totally jealous of you guys.”

You laughed, brushing a hair behind your ear as you washed your hands. “We are dreamy aren’t we.” You half joked, drying your hands.

“You have no idea. You’ll have the cutest story to tell your kids some day.” She laughed.

“You ready to go back out?” You asked, finally taking notice of her dress. “Damn Sheri, you’re the one looking amazing. I love that dress.”

She laughed, hooking your arm with hers. “Well, I can’t let you have all the glory.”

The two of you walked out of the bathroom and Hannah practically knocked you over as she walked down the hallway, her eyes filled with tears.

“Hannah, hey.” You stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder to turn her around.

“I’ll meet you inside.” Sheri said, giving us some privacy.

“What’s going on?” You asked her, lifting her chin up to face you. “What happened?”

It’s nothing.” She shook her head, “I just want to go home. It was stupid of me to even think I’d have a good time here.”

“No! Come on - don’t think that way. Come hang out with Jeff and I - Jessica’s in there - we’ll have a great time.”

She looked down then back up at me nodding her head.

“Good.” You smiled, taking your hand in hers.

The two of you walked back inside the gym, each grabbing a cup of punch. You knew Jeff had a game early in the morning so you he wouldn’t be drinking, that gave you a free pass to fill from the spiked bowl. You danced with Hannah before she spotted Jessica getting sloppy with Justin.

“Oh god,” She shook her head, looking over at you. “I’m getting her out of here before she does something she’ll regret.”

You tried to convince her to stay but she didn’t opting to pull Jessica away from Justin. Your eyes met Jeff across the room and your lips lifted into a smile, crossing to jump back into his arms.

“There you are.” He smiled back, kissing you again, “Let’s dance cause this song’s definitely going to play at our wedding.”



You didn’t have to look out for me that night but you did. I should’ve listened to you, Y/N. I should’ve stayed with you and Jeff and Clay, and ignored everyone else but I didn’t.



It was no surprise that by the time Dollar Valentine came around, you and Jeff had been matched together. While I got guys like Bryce and Marcus, you got your soulmate. Some things just always went right for some people.



“Well obviously I did dollar valentine - It’s for my squad.” You rolled your eyes, at Monty’s question.

“So?” He asked, “who’d you get?”

Jeff laughed, putting both of our result sheets on the table.

“No - no fucking way!” He laughed in disbelief. “How in the fuck did you two get each other?”

“What can I say man, it’s literally in the cards.” Jeff laughed, pulling you into him before kissing the top of your head. “What do you say? Movies tonight?”

“30 Ways to Die just came out.” You replied. “I’m so down.”

“30 Ways to Die? Seriously?” Zach cocked a brow. “It’s a valentine’s day date - shouldn’t you see some mushy shit?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not when you’ve been together as long as we have. Besides, the romance can happen later” You shot him a wink.

 “Awww shit!” Monty laughed finally catching on.


“Let me guess.” Clay said as you approached the counter. “You two are seeing Never Say goodbye for Valentine’s day.”

“No we’re seeing 30 Ways to Die.” He replied.

“You’re a classy date” Hannah joked, counting money at the register.

“I am.” He returned, hanging his head with a chuckle. “This was her idea.”

“Nothing gets me in the mood like a good horror.” I joked, causing her to laugh out loud by my unexpected comment. 

“Oh wow. That’s a first.” She laughed, wiping her eyes.

“What’s up with that Dollar Valentine thing?” Jeff asked Clay. “You told me -”

He was cut off by Clay giving him a look. Hannah looked over at us then at him.

“We’re goin’ to see our movie.” Jeff backtracked, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Later guys.” I waved back at them, pinching Jeff’s arm.

“How was I supposed to know?” He asked with a shrug.



While you were in the theater watching a horror movie, curled against into your boyfriends chest, I spent the next couple of hours wondering why I wasn’t good enough to be doing the same.




I think back to the night of Jessica’s party and wonder if things would’ve gone differently if I hadn’t been there. I convinced myself that I could start over. That I could be a person that fit in.. And for a little while I did and it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Of course you and Jeff were there, surrounded by your usual crowd. Yet you both still found the time to push Clay and I towards each other and I never got the chance to thank you.



“Justin, Jess is looking for you in the kitchen.” You yelled before you caught sight of Hannah.

“Hannah, hey!” You smiled crossing the room with a red cup in your hand. “I like the new hair.”

 You were always extra touchy when you drank and without even asking, you ran your fingers through her hair to fully appreciate the new length.

She smiled at you returning your overly affectionate hug. “Thank you!” She laughed. “Someone’s been drinking.”

“Hell yeah. It’s my turn. I was DD last week, this week is Jeff’s turn.” You laughed, motioning to your hubby in the corner talking to Zach and Monty.

“Well - that’s responsible.” She returned.

“Hey - Clay’s here, being his usually secluded self. You should go say hi and bring him out of his shell.”

She froze but a blush swept her cheeks. “Oh - no, I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Y/N!” Jeff called from across the room. “Zach thinks he can finally take you at beer pong!”

“That so Dempsey?” You yelled, then turned back to Hannah. “That’s my cue but next time I see you, you better be with Clay!”

She laughed, nodding her head while you ran over to Jeff and the guys.

“You think Junior year is going to be the year you beat me? History says you’ll lose!”

“Nah - “ He shook his head. “This is my year. I can feel it.”


As the night went on, you ended up making out with Jeff, grinding along to the music while Zach and the guys continued playing. His hand ran up your thigh grabbing your ass through the fabric of your denim shorts. Biting his lower lip, you swept your tongue across it with a smirk, locking your eyes on him.

“You’re totally spending the night at my house.” He whispered. “Tell your mom you’re spending the night at Sheri’s or something.”

 “I’ll call her when we leave.” I smirked, kissing him again.

As much as your mom loved Jeff, she would much quicker approve of you spending the night at your best friends house then at your boyfriends.

“Look -” You motioned your head towards Hannah and Clay walking out to sit by the pool.

Jeff smiled proudly at his friend as they laughed and giggled. “See, I give good advice.”

The two of them looked over at you and Jeff, and the two of you looked away quickly, with you nuzzling your face into his neck with a laugh.

“Uh - oh” You sighed, watching Troy bother them. “Go get him before he ruins it.”

“On it!”

Jeff did as he was told, grabbing Troy and bringing him back towards the ping pong table. You shot Hannah and Clay a wink before Jeff’s lips were back on yours again.

“Seriously. I don’t know what it is, but you’re lookin’ extra good tonight. One more hour tops and I’m getting my hands on you.” He promised with a whisper against your lips.

“Your hands are always on me!” You laughed, brushing your hands up through his hair.

“You’re damn right!”


“You’re so bad. This is like the third week in a row. It’s only a matter of time before your mom starts to think you’re a closet lesbian.” Sheri laughed, looking up at you as you sat up on the kitchen counter.

Courtney said trying to join in with your laughter. “Who would want that right?”

Both of you stopped laughing, your faces turning serious. Neither of you were a fan of Courtney. She was one of the most two faced people you met.

“Fuck off Courtney.” You replied, no humor in your tone.

Her jaw dropped at your straight-forwardness but she turned around walked away, almost bumping into Hannah who was walking into the kitchen.

She looked distraught so you waved her over. “Hey? What happened? You and Clay were hitting it off.”

“I screwed it up.” She sighed. “Just like I screw everything up.”

“Look, you two have been playing this game for too long. Give it a couple of minutes and go talk to him. You gotta go after what you want honey. Make things happen for yourself.”

“Sheri - You’re blocking me in.” Jeff called from the doorway. His eyes landed on your and his lips curled into a bright smile. “There you are.”

“Here I am.” You threw your arms up, pulling him in for a hug. “Where are you going?”

“Let me just grab my stuff, I’m taking off anyway. Hannah if you want to head out I can give you a ride.” Sheri offered, heading out of the room with her.

“Thank you ma’am.” Jeff yelled after them. “Going on a beer run for the guys.” He answered, holding you against him with his hands on your waist.

“You want me to come with?” You asked, pressing kisses along his neck.

“Nah, I’m going to try and take Jensen with me to see what went wrong. But as soon as I come back, we’re going home.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Then they’ll be nothing to stop me from doing what I want to you.”

“You promise?” You purred against his lips.

“Oh I definitely promise.”


I wondered what would’ve happened if I’d listened to you that night. If I stayed with you a little longer. As I looked back at these events, I realized my mistakes in them, and this is one I could’ve never forgiven myself for.



So we come to the reason you’re listening to this tape.

That night, I had caused Sherri to get distracted and knock over the stop sign. She panicked and took off. I ran to the nearest store to call 911 and report it but I was too late by then.

The police said he was drunk driving. Nobody would listen when you told them he’d been sober but he had been and I hope this gives you the tiniest bit of comfort in knowing you weren’t wrong.

I wasn’t there to see your face when you got the news. I’ll never forget the broken-hearted gaze in your eyes at the wake.

You were dressed in all black, again matching Jeff like you always did.Your hair pulled back in a low pony tail. Your makeup done perfectly as always aside from some mascara that had run down from the never-ending flow of tears.

You didn’t speak to anyone that night. You took a cushion from one of the chairs and sat next to the coffin the whole time. The guys tried to offer their condolences. Family tried to comfort you. None of it helped.

I watched as Sherri sat down with you for most of the time. She would whisper comforting words and stroke your back to soothe you when the tears began to constrict your breathing. I could see the guilt inside of her yet she never admitted what she’d done.

The light had gone out inside of you the day Jeff died. The vibrant, cheerful, happy-go-lucky girl was no longer there. Not a smile. Not a glimmer. Not a sound.

You slept at the funeral home that night. Under the special circumstances, the owners allowed it. You stayed on an air mattress inflated next to the casket by the guys and there you had the last night you’d ever spend next to him.

Jeff hadn’t been drinking that night. He was planning to come back to you and the two of you would go on with your perfect lives.

Knowing I ripped that away from you was a guilt I couldn’t bare to live with. I hope you know how truly sorry I am. I hope you can one day find it in your heart to forgive me, though I know I don’t deserve it. Just like I didn’t deserve your friendship or his.


Your fingers brushed over the cassette player. Tears now streaming freely down your face. You’re tired eyes landed on the tattoo of Jeff’s initials on the inside of your wrist and your heartbeat had slowed to a dangerous pace while you relieved the memory.

Your eyes met Sherri’s as she approached your table in the courtyard of the school. She glanced down at the player in your hands and her smile instantly fell to one of fear. She’d listened to the tapes - must have - because she instantly opened her mouth to explain.

You stood, as calmly as you could and your hand struck her across the face. You had no words for her. No explanation for anyone. You grabbed your stuff and walked away.

She was your best friend. She should’ve told you. You should’ve heard it from her. Not one some tape.

You would never get Jeff back. You would never see his smile again. Smell his cologne. Run your fingers through his hair. All because of some fucked up chain of events.

Jeff deserved to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to play baseball and get married and have kids. All of that was ripped away from him.

How was that fair?

Life had gone on for everyone after Jeff had died, but you wished so badly yours would’ve ended. You had thought about doing it yourself numerous times but you knew that wasn’t was he would’ve wanted.


A/N: I know everyone voted for Jeff to live, and I will do a rewrite of this ending with a happy finish, but I had to get this off my chest for now. Don’t hate me. :(

 ** NONE of the gifs/images are mine.

As far as the sakimichan post goes, people angry that she makes a lot of money drawing the same thing over and over again don’t understand basic marketing. There’s a reason people give her money and it’s because she gives them what they want: the same thing, over and over again. She supplies what they demand. You can’t be mad at her for being a good businesswoman. Personally I’m not a fan of her stuff, I genuinely can’t tell her works apart and I don’t think it’s wrong to make that observation, but I also don’t blame her for doing what she does to be successful. She’s found a winning formula and she’s happy with it. In that regard I think of her like Thomas Kinkade: not my thing, but also not my problem.

TL;DR: Her success doesn’t impact mine or any other artist out there. Where’s that comic about the two cakes.

Christian Yu As Your Boyfriend~



- waking up to him in the morning is a blessing 

- he’s adorable as fuck with messy bed hair

- he’s the big spoon 

- plays with your hair 

- raspy morning voice 

- loves when you trace his tattoos

- hickeys 

- all over your neck and collarbones 

- also your thighs 

- i bet he’s an ass guy 

- backhugs 

- deep conversations late at night 

- loves skinship 

- biting 

- K I N K Y ?? 

- pouts when you make fun of his korean 

- “Damn baby, look at you. Looking all fine." 

- lots of compliments 

- occasionally takes you on set with him 

- sexy australian accent 

- he takes you out for dinner a lot 

- he’s an amazing boyfriend pls love him

Overflowing Jealousy

When Yoongi gets jealous.

Originally posted by btsgotsvt

Word Count: 1.9k
Genre: Slight Angst / Fluff
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Description: No warning for this story, I was planning to write a short drabble but seemed like I got carried away! Haha. Btw, check out my new masterlist here. Thank you for reading and have a nice day! :)

You had your bottom lip caught in between your teeth, suppressing the grin that was about to appear on your face, your thumbs were moving fast on your phone screen as you were excitedly typing your message then the moment when you were about to hit a send button, Yoongi snatched your phone away from your grip. He looked at you with his eyebrows knitted together showing the deep lines that appeared on his forehead, which clearly showed his annoyance.

“You dreamt of Namjoon?” He stared at you in disbelief.

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BTS Reaction: You not paying attention to them

My ask box is always open! Feel free to stop by and send some love or if you have a request, don’t be shy to ask~ alrighty enjoy

Jimin: *rambles about Jungkook*

“and then Jungkook made fun of my dancing again! I can’t believe him! I wish he would respect me more I mean i’m older and I was born in Busan fir-”

*realizes you weren’t listening*

“princess did you hear what I just said?”

You: *busy doing homework*


Jimin: *makes a sad face and acts like he’s hurt*


Originally posted by parkjmzl

Namjoon: *starts rambling about this article he read about octopuses*

“and apparently male octopuses have to be careful when it comes to mating because female octopuses are much larger and will eat the male octopu-”

“are you listening?”

You: *studying for an exam*

“Joonie i’m studying!”

Namjoon: *shakes his head in disappointment*

“I can’t believe you didn’t listen to me just now. I said some pretty interesting things”

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jin: *wants your attention*

“Y/N look at me and tell me how beautiful I am”

You: *doesn’t look up and keeps reading”

“Jin i’m trying to read stop distracting me”

Jin: *yells at you at the top of his lungs*


Originally posted by royalfoodraider

You: *paying attention in opening the crab and getting the meat out*

Hoseok: “princess”

“baby look at me”



You: *finishes opening the crab*

“sorry hobi I was too distracted with this crab leg. look at it! I opened it very well”

Hoseok: *butt hurt*

*ignores you*

Originally posted by hoseokjimin

Yoongi: *complains about dance practice*

“our dancing routine got harder than before…”

You: *continues to look through your bag not paying attention to what Yoongi said*

Yoongi: "It’s okay I love talking to myself anyways”

Originally posted by sugagifs

Taehyung: *talks about wanting to go back to Hawaii*

“Hawaii was the best! the food was great and the people were amazing! and the view! don’t get me started with the view”

You: *nods while going over your textbook not paying attention to what Taehyung was saying*

Taehyung: *doesn’t notice you not listening and keeps on going*

“I really want to go back to Hawaii”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jungkook: “babe what do you want to eat?”







You: *doesn’t respond and continues to scroll on tumblr*

Jungkook: “fine let’s not eat and just starve. that’s okay too”

*goes on his phone trying to distract himself*

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

jealous .

this was supposed to fufill a request but i kind of changed it so much that it hardly fills it anymore, so. sorry bout that. 

It’s around nine and the boys had just gone to bed. You’re tired and descending the stairs in socked feet, yawning into your fist and turning off the hall light as you pass it. Today’s been long– the twins had a little league game that Shawn coached and you took the baby to a new daycare you’d been thinking about switching to. It was nice, but when you sent some pictures to Shawn of the interior, he got the vibe that it was a bit dingy. He tends to not think anything is clean enough, good enough for his baby girl.

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Date Night (Spideypool)

Note: My Spideypool is ALWAYS  Andrew G/ Peter and Ryan R/ Wade

For @dayzor

So this got sort of long, and kind of feel-sy and deep because I love LOVE LOVE writing about Spideypool getting to know each other and dealing with their issues and all that.
Anyway. I hope you like it :)


So it had been a couple weeks now, since Peter had been hit on and subsequently swept off his feet by the overly loud, overly muscled overly everything Wade Wilson.

And it was fun. God it was so much fun.

For the first time in his life, Peter was laughing every single day. He was jumping out of bed and racing to work, flying through his patrols and stripping out of his spidey-suit in his haste to get showered and out the door for another date with Wade.

They had been out every single night since they had met, twenty three dates total, and Wade took him somewhere different every single night.

Dinner. Dancing. Drinks. Movies. Walks in the park. Trips to the zoo because why not? A strip club once because Wade never stopped laughing at how bright red Peters face was from the moment they stepped in the door.

Peter wasn’t a virgin, but there was a difference between being naked with someone…and watching greased up dancers gyrate to “Its raining men.”

That hadnt been his favorite date, but Wade had made up for it by setting Peter on the hood of his beat up truck and kissing him entirely senseless.

Wade made Peter feel fun, and wanted and normal, which was something he hadnt felt in years.

He didnt even have to completely hide his strength from Wade. The guy was so big that Peter could quite a bit of strength into a push and Wade would laugh about him taking steroids and just keep right on going.

They hadnt made it to sex yet, which Peter knew was because of Wade’s own hangups. The scars weren’t pretty by any stretch, but Peter was so enamored by the eyes and smile and perfect fucking face beneath them that he barely noticed. And when they kissed, Peter was too distracted by the way Wade’s tongue did entirely illegal things inside his mouth to worry about the odd texture of the skin beneath his fingers.

But kissing was one thing.
Sex was another.

Other than his face and his hands, Wade kept everything covered at all times, even the night that Peter had ended up sleeping over at his apartment. Wade had held him close and teased and touched until Peter thought he was going to scream, but then Wade had pulled away before clothes started coming off, settling back down and telling Peter to sleep.

And it was fine.
Peter had hang ups too. Not his skin, but his powers, and his past and his secrets and just… all of that.

But he wasn’t thinking about all that tonight, as he strolled hand in hand with Wade through Times Square, because Wade had insisted on something touristy and cheesy for their date tonight.

No, all Peter was thinking about was the way his hand felt small laced through Wade’s, and the way his boyfriend (his boyfriend??) laughed in that smooth deep voice, the way Wade would look down at him and smile like he couldn’t believe Peter was the one out with him.

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◇ Shin Wonho is dead.

◇ Wonho x reader

◇ mafia!au

◇ requested by anon; Could I please request a mafia au/gang au with wonho even the thought is killing me

◇ ummm this is way angstier than i planned. Oop


Wonho was cold. Icy cold. He was blue locks and battered knuckles and bruised lips and a black eye that was really shades of purple, not black.

He was never hesitant, always sure of every step forward he would take. Wonho could interrogate the toughest person known to man and they would be writhing for help in ten seconds. He was quick and nimble and good with his fists. Wonho had skills.

These skills were the main reason for Shownu’s interest in him. He remembers it clearly, how he was recruited; three years ago, after a good fight. He won, so of course it was good.

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Connected — Jung Hoseok (04)

Words: 2110

Warnings: Fluff, Internet best friend!Hoseok :)

Description: You and Hoseok are internet friends with secret feelings for each other. The only problem (besides the distance) is that you’re both in relationships with other people.

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“Y/n-ah! There’s only three more weeks until I get to see you! It’s gonna be amazing!” Hoseok smiles.

“I know! I can’t wait!” You smile.

“I have a secret to tell you.” He says.

“What is it?” You asked, being more interested in the conversation.

“You know how you gave Joshua a second chance after everything that happened?” He asks.

“Yes.” You nod, curious about what the secret was.

“Well, I decided to give Jae a second chance. We’re dating again!” Hoseok smiles.

Others would’ve expected you to smile, but you didn’t. You weren’t happy at all.

“Why aren’t you smiling?” He asked.

“Why did you decide to give her another chance?” You ask.

“I don’t know. I felt bad, I guess. She said that she would change.” He explains.

“And what if she doesn’t? What if she just breaks your heart again, Hoseok?” You asked.

“Y/n-ah, calm down. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He says.

“You weren’t fine the last time. Remember? You cried for like three hours on our video chat.”

“Thanks for reminding me.” He says, sarcastically.

“You’re welcome.” You say.

“I’m confused. When your best friend tells you that they’ve made up with their ex, you should be happy. I was happy for you when you decided to give Joshua another chance.” Hoseok explains.

“My situation with Josh is nothing like this. Jae cheated on you, I don’t understand how you could trust her again.”

“And Josh yelled at you and made you cry. How could you trust him after that?”

“Hoseok, I’m just saying that you shouldn’t have given her another chance. I don’t think it was the right thing to do.” You tell him.

“Since when are you in control of what I do?” He asked.

“I’m not. I just think that you could do better than Jae.”

“Don’t say that, Y/n. I never said these kinds of things to you when you told me that you and Josh were back together.” Hoseok says.

“That’s because Josh didn’t cheat on me, and you had no reason to say anything like that.” You said.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Because I don’t want Jae to break your heart again. I don’t think she’s right for you. It’s my job as your best friend to look out for you.” You explained.

“And it’s my job as your best friend to let you know when you’re wrong.” He tells me.

“Hoseok, I—”

“I had so many things to say after you told me that you and Josh got back together, but I kept them to myself. You know why? Because I saw that you were happy with him, and I didn’t want to get in the way of your happiness. I was happy for you. Why can’t you be happy for me?” He asks.

“I think you’ll be happy if you break up with her.”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow. “I’m not breaking up with her just because you say so. You’re being an idiot.”

“I’m being an idiot? I’m not the one that gave my girlfriend a second chance after she cheated.” You tell him.

“I gave her a second chance because I think she can change. If you don’t support my decision then you can keep it to yourself, just like I did.” He says.

Why was he acting like this?

You were the one who was right, right?

“I never asked you to keep anything to yourself. If you wanted to say something about Josh, I didn’t stop you.” You point out.

“I was being a good friend. Obviously you don’t know what that’s like.”

Your eyes widened. Why would he say that?

“I am a good friend to you.” You tell him.

“Well, you’re not being a very good friend right now.”

“I’m trying to look out for you. How is that not being a good friend?” You asked.

“I don’t need you to look out for me, Y/n. I made the decision to forgive Jae, and whatever happens after that is my responsibility, not yours.”

“Hobi, I just think that—”

“Maybe we should just stop talking about this.” He says.

You nodded, sighing.

Hoseok rarely every got mad, but you knew that he was mad at you now.

You could just tell by the look on his face.

For once, he wasn’t smiling.

“You’re mad at me.” You stated.

“I’m not.” He says.

“You are. I’m sorry, Hobi. I didn’t mean to make you mad.” You apologized.

“It’s fine. Look, I have to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.” You said before he hung up the call.

You closed your laptop and laid on your bed, clutching a pillow.

You don’t want Hoseok to be mad at you.

You should’ve just kept your mouth shut and said nothing.

Why are you so stupid?

Maybe you’re just jealous.



Why would you be jealous?

You have Josh, so there’s nothing for you to be jealous about.

You had no reason to be jealous.

It’s not like you had any feelings for Hoseok.

Did you?

You sat in math class, waiting for the bell to ring, as always.

You were pretending to pay attention when a paper airplane landed on your desk.

You looked in the direction that it came from to see no other than Josh.

“Open it.” He mouths.

You did as told and oped the piece of paper, seeing the note inside.

Are your parents home? If not, can I drive you home?

You looked at Josh and gave him a thumbs up, signalling that the coast was clear.

He responded with an ‘okay’ sign. And you went back to learning, or at least pretending to learn.


You and Josh fixed your clothes, making sure you both looked normal before he went into the driver’s seat and you went into the passenger’s seat.

“That was amazing.” Josh breathed.

“I know.” You said, trying to catch your breath.

Josh started driving and you received a text message.

You got excited, thinking that it was finally Hoseok. He hasn’t spoken to you since the day of your mini argument. Every time you try to call him, he doesn’t answer.

But it wasn’t Hoseok.

It was Jae-eun. 

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Josh asks, trying to focus on the road, but also on you.

“Who’s texting you?” He asks, looking at your phone.

“It’s Jae.” You tell him.

“Hoseok’s girlfriend? Why is she texting you? Why do you look so upset?”

“It’s not important. I’m fine, baby.” You assured him.

You didn’t want to tell him what really happened.

You just confessed to having a crush on Hoseok while you have a boyfriend.

Was Jae really going to show Hoseok?

Your life is so over.

It was Saturday afternoon. Your parents weren’t home and neither was Abby.

You were babysitting Olivia, but she was currently in her room, sleeping.

“I haven’t been in your room in so long.” Josh says, laying on your bed, hand on his stomach, looking at the ceiling. 

You were sitting beside him, scrolling through twitter on your phone.

“Don’t get used to it. My mom is supposed to be home everyday next week.” You tell him.

Josh groaned.

“I wish we could just be together with no interruptions.” He says, putting his hand on your knee and rubbing it.

As if on cue, your laptop started ringing.

Hoseok was video chatting you.

Once you saw the name, your face lit up.

“Hey, Hoseok.” You say after you pressed the answer button.

His amazing, perfect face lit up your screen.

“Hi, Y/n. I’m so sorry I haven’t been speaking to you for the past few days. A lot of stuff has been going on.” He tells me.

“Stuff like what?” You asked, putting your phone down on the bed without locking it.

“Jae.” He sighed. He didn’t sound happy.

Did Jae tell him about what you said?

“What did she do?” You ask.

“She was being mean to you.” He says.

“You saw the messages?” You questioned, curious to if he saw your confession or not.

“Not all of them, but most.” He tells me.

“Well, what happened?” You ask.

“She told me that if I wanted to be her boyfriend, I have to stop talking to you.” He says, sighing once again.

Your eyes widened.

“If you want to stop talking to me, I’ll understand. Jae is a really pretty girl. You should—” You started, but he cut you off.

“So, I broke up with her.” He announces.

Your jaw dropped. “You did what?” You asked.

“Y/n, you’re one of my best friends. Did you really think that I’d let some silly girl come between us?” He laughs.

His laugh brought a smile to your face.

“You’re amazing, Hoseok. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” You smile.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve me either.” He laughed. “Is that Josh?” Hoseok asks, seeing his hand on your knee.

“Yeah, my parents aren’t home so he came over.” You explained.

“Hi Josh.” Hoseok says in English so Josh would understand him.

“Hey, Hoseok.” Josh says, not looking up from the game he was playing on your phone.

You looked back at Hoseok and asked him about his day.

“Besides the whole thing with Jae, I’m fine. You were right when you said that I’d be happier without her.” He tells me.

“By the way, I’m sorry for most of the stuff that I said that day. You were right, whatever you do is your decision and I shouldn’t make decisions for you.” You say. 

“Don’t worry about it, Y/n. You were just worried about me.”

“I think we should—” You started but you were interrupted by Josh.

“Y/n, what the hell is this?” He asks.

You turned to look at him. He had your phone in his hand, showing you the text messages between you and Jae.

He had seen the part when you said that you had a crush on Hoseok.

“You went through my messages?” You asked.

“Don’t try to turn this on me.” He says, standing up. “Why would you do this to me?” He asked.

“I—” You didn’t get a chance to speak as you stood in front of him.

“You’ve like him this whole time, huh? The whole time we were dating, you had a crush on Hoseok?” He asks, grabbing your arms and pushing you into the wall.

“I should’ve known.” He says, his grip getting tighter on your arms.

“Josh,” You gasped. “It hurts. Josh stop.”

He continued to hold your arms tightly.

“If you liked him, then why did you agree to date me again?” He asks.

“I just—”

“Don’t answer that.” He says, letting go of your arms and going to put his shoes on.

“Josh, wait.” You say.

“Have fun with him.” Was the last thing he said before walking out.

You stood there, shocked.

You almost forgot that Hoseok was on video chat with you until he spoke.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asks.

You sat on your bed, in front of the laptop.

“Oh god. You heard all of that, didn’t you?” You said, putting your face into your hands.

“Yes.” He says. “Do you really have a crush on me?”

You looked up at him.

“Can we not talk about this?” You asked.

You weren’t in the mood for him teasing you.

“Just answer. Please.” He begged.

“Fine. Maybe I do like you. Maybe.” You admit.

“Okay.” He says. “What did you eat for dinner?” He asks, changing the topic.

“Why’d you change the topic?” You ask.

“You asked me to.” He says.

“Right.” You say. “I didn’t eat anything.”

“You should eat. It’s good for you.” Hoseok says.

You groaned.

“Hoseok, can I hang up and call you tomorrow when I wake up? I don’t feel too good.” You say, trying to get off the phone with him.

Hoseok sighed. “Y/n, I know you’re lying.” He says.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You were too embarrassed.

“Listen, if you’re really that embarrassed of me knowing that you like me, we can—” he started.

“Please, Hoseok. I don’t want to talk about this. I’ll just call you tomorrow, okay?” You said, looking everywhere but his face.

“Fine.” He says. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Bye.” You said, waving at the camera.

“Bye.” He waved. “Love you.” He adds.

You hung up the call without saying anything else.

You felt so bad.

Your secret was out.

Hoseok knew that you liked him.

Wow, your life really is over.

{ date night }

promptif it’s okay with you,how bout a hamilsquad prompt that’s like At Ease?(it could be when the reader went somewhere with John at night but then they meet a couple of thugs so they end up not coming back and the remaining boys decide to look for them)

pairing: hamilsquad x reader but there’s a little more john x reader

a/n: this took way too long,,, i apologize. 

t/w: fighting mostly, some cursing

“Baby girl!” John yelled loudly throughout your place. 

“Yeah, John?” You called back from where you were upstairs. You were sorting through your laundry, picking out your clothes from the huge pile on your bed. 

He followed your voice and quickly popped into the room. He hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. “It’s our turn to go out tonight.” He said with a big smile. “All you have to do is go get dressed and our night will begin.” 

“Do I get any hints as to where we’re going?” You smiled at him coyly, raising your eyebrow slightly. 

“Figured we could check out that new club that just opened.” He kissed your neck, rubbing your side. “Maybe get a drink or two. Dance a little. Grab a bite to eat afterwards.” 

“Sounds fun.” You decided, turning a little so you could kiss him on the lips. The kiss was greedy, with him pulling you closer. You smirked against his lips and pushed him down against the bed slightly. You straddled him and finished the kiss with a big smile. “I’ll go get ready.” You were both breathless as you sat up a little straighter.

“I’ll be here.” He kissed you once more before you got up to find something to wear.

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Asthma Attack

Not requested, but this idea has been on my mind for a while because I think we all need worried, concerned boyfriend Shawn. Also who had asthma when they were younger or still have it?? 🙋🏻 I never had bad asthma attacks so sorry if this is inaccurate. Just focus on how adorable worried/protective Shawn is. 

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Shawn is spending the week in LA to do some writing so he asked you to come along so that you two could spend some time together and explore the city whenever he had time off. You agreed, but you didn’t realize until you were already in LA that it wasn’t a great idea because it made your asthma act up. When you were younger, you used to have really bad asthma. As you grew older, you grew out of it a bit, but you still have to deal with it and worry about it once in a while, but for the most part it doesn’t affect your everyday life.

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Dating Roman Bürki Includes

Originally posted by dybullet

  • Him being completely infatuated with you when you first start dating.
  • “You’re amazing, I’m in awe of you” “Stop it Roman, you’re just sucking up now.”
  • As soon as you agree to being his girlfriend, you become the subject of his social media
  • He posts SnapChat’s of you all day long
  • ‘Bae looking so fine 😍😍😍’ ‘My lil baby killing it in the gym #goals’
  • His Instagram is flooded with pictures of you too
  • ‘My favorite supporter #bvb #goaliebae’
  • Even when he does post-match interviews he can’t shut up about you
  • “My girlfriend was in the stands today, I figured I’d play a really good match so I’d impress her”
  • The vacations, or as Roman captioned them, baecations would be fantastic
  • Bora Bora, Abu Dhabi, Bali, the Bahamas, you name it
  • And the sex would obviously be mind-blowing
  • Car sex, balcony sex, washer machine sex, throw rug sex, elevator sex, nowhere was off limits
  • Roman would shower you in the best, most sentimental gifts
  • Remember that one time you randomly mentioned always wanting to go to Aspen to stay in a ski lodge? He booked it, you’ll be going this Christmas
  • He also liked to spoil you with flashy gifts
  • That Mercedes Benz you reblogged on your blog with the heart eyes under it? He’s gonna have it delivered to your work tomorrow.
  • When you guys have a fight (a very rare occasion) he’s usually the first one to break the ice, even if you were in the wrong 
  • He’s a big family guy too. At night when you’re cuddling with him, he’d be going through potential kid names with you
  • “I think I like Klara for a girl.” “And I like the thought of me having a Roman Jr.”
  • Roman is hella loyal to you
  • Any thirsty girl that tries to make a pass at him is met with a cold rejection
  • Most importantly, he loves you for who you are
  • “You know, you’re really sexy when you walk around in just a bra and my boxers.”